Demon Of My Heart
By: Salvaged Wings
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Violence, Eventual M/M, OC Main
Note: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters.
Summary: Death, pain, and suffering; three words that sum up so many people. The BBA can't control the death, the BladeBreakers with Tala can only try to deal with the cause, but only B.O.F. will feel the true wrath of someone who finally gains control; who finds freedom too sweet to give up.
Chapter III
"He was supposed to withdraw his team from the tournament this early, even if it was against us in their first match, that much is clear" declared Kai as they continued on their course to leave the stadium; they had won all their other battles near flawlessly despite Rei and Tala being injured and the tournament was won. A shake of his head was given, confusion crossing his crimson eyes. "But he mentioned the rising company of B.O.F. and how they were ordering him to do these things We need to get a hold of Mr. Dickinson immediately; we need further information."
"It's clear that this Renor is looking for some way out, but he won't leave until things are taken care of, or so it seems. He obviously wants to stop all this, to end the killing, but the question is how far is he going to go to achieve ending this?" questioned Tala as he pulled on a fresh shirt over his bandaged abdomen and chest, his other one having been cut off by the medics so access could be given to he wounds themselves. They were deep, but it wouldn't kill him and he had refused to stay in the medical center anymore than he had been in it so far.
"When he is the last one left, he will kill himself. Renor has made it very clear to me tat he doesn't want to live, but what he said that is more of a disturbance is that he claimed he was created; by the way he said it there was no doubt he didn't mean by being naturally created by a mother and father," continued Kai flatly; he was indeed upset about this news, but he wouldn't let it show anymore that his verbal admittance that it was indeed disturbing. Tala had indeed been genetically enhanced, but where people had called him a cyborg they were sadly mistaken as he was all human.
Rei, who had been moving along quietly as the others spoke, was suddenly shoving both his teammates against the wall out of instinct and was soon pressing himself into the space between them against the wall himself. Tala shot him a dark look, and Kai merely looked inquisitive but trusted Rei's judgment. Moments later there were screams, cries, and the rushed sound of people moving down the hall to get out of the stadium. Some were scared, others petrified and bleeding from wounds, and some were even dying as they struggled to get away and through the mass crowd. It would seem the Demon Knights had struck again, and by the noise being made it was still happening.
Moving along the wall and the opposite direction of the exit Kai led the three of them towards the greatest amount of chaos, something that was coming their way as well. The three cloaked teens were moving forward armed with deadly looking blood coated blades that resembled a long hunting knife. Out of instinct the NeoBladers started shoving people behind them, aiming to get in between the killers and their targets despite the risk of injury. There was the sticky metallic tinge of blood everywhere; smearing upon walls as people rushed passed, dripping upon the floor from gaping wounds. Had they known this was going to happen they would've stopped it before it started, but with all the chaos being thrown about and with the event being taken in the halls it was somehow doubtful that the three would be charged with anything; they'd play the role of victims.
"This place is too crowded to take them on in a fight," yelled Rei over the noise, shifting his body to the side as a young woman shoved past him as she wailed her agony and held her injured arm close. It was that instant though, with his body turned, that Zera streaked past him to pounce upon the woman, knife falling down to sever the spinal cord within the back and to soon lift the head up to slit the throat of the screaming female. Turning around to look back at Rei it was clear within Zera's eyes that she was ready to destroy him as well, but Kai was in front of him to block the sudden leap of the teen and shoving her lighter form to the ground with a shove of his arms causing her to slide upon the floor.
To cover his friend's backs Tala was soon placing himself with his back towards Rei's, keeping anyone from attacking the Chinese-teen from behind with their vicious attacks. He watched the exchange though as Kian's eyes fell upon his form only to suddenly turn to Renor and say something he couldn't quite make out. What was hard to explain was the sudden look that shifted within Renor's eyes, something that made him shiver; this was the look that Zera had been speaking of, and indeed Tala did tend to give outsiders of his new found family that look. Writhing uncomfortably Tala continued to watch as Renor stalked forward, bare hands reaching out to snap bones and to cause mayhem as he advanced not towards them, he soon found out, but upon his own female teammate.
Whether Kai and Rei had noticed this or not they has sent Zera sliding across the floor again as a bout of teamwork, but she slid this time towards Renor; they were probably trying to get the three killers back where none of them had to put their backs to each other to protect one another. Zera rose from the floor, fury in her eyes as she lunged at Tala for the kill--the knife point only sunk in half and inch before her form was suddenly ripped away and tossed hazardously against the other wall within the hall. Her face was priceless as she glowered at Renor, as if then realizing what predicament she was in and paling a considerably. It was only then that she began babbling apologies.
"I'm sorry Renor, I forgot you stated we weren't to touch them. Please, have mercy upon me like you give mercy upon them; don't kill me, your own teammate, your family. I didn't mean anything I said behind you back, or when you were around--I was just poking fun at my captain, at my brother," she blabbed on, the panic on her voice evident as Zera stepped back to be flush against the wall, her eyes flitting about trying to find an escape route. She hadn't thought that Renor would actually snap like this, to kill someone he was demanded not to kill by the Master; he never disobeyed the bald man that deeply as so to be wishing his own painful reunion with his Master upon returning. "Master would forgive you if you didn't kill me; he wouldn't give you such a bad beating for punishment like he would if you were to take my life. You know he'd break you again and again--oh please Renor, stop this.."
"You are not sorry, and you did not forget that I stated clearly three times that you were not to touch any of them; no mercy will be given upon you," stated Renor dully, something within him changing as his shoulders becoming lax and his face became adoring of the frightened Zera before him; the killer within him had awoken, much to his distaste. "I will enjoy ending your life, even if that means endless pain from Master due to my disobedience; pain will inevitably make me stronger, or have you forgotten this as well?" As if sensing the change Zera gave a scream of outrage, trying now to fight back as she pushed from the wall to attack Renor before he got to her, however she soon found a blade going through her throat, the force pushing her back against the wall just as blood bubbled up to dribble from her bottom lip. Taking her own weapon from the loosening fingers Renor took a step back, leaving Zera pinned there for a pause only to turn suddenly and pass the newly acquired knife across her jugular, nearly succeeding in decapitating her as blood rushed from the wounds to splatter upon the floor. It was then that he turned his eyes to the NeoBladers, moving forth towards their spot as if he had completely forgotten the very words he had spoken about not harming any of them; by now the trickle of people running out had slowed and they were left alone in the hall.
"Renor," barked Kian as he took a step forward, shivering at the sight of Zera's mutilated body and reminding himself that he would soon suffer the same fate if he wasn't careful with his choice of words. "You know this isn't who you are; you are not the killer that Master would wish you to be. You're a fighter, yes, but you live to try to bring down Master--you have since day one. Snap out of it, we need to leave before we get caught and Master is even more angry at us," he continued, speaking as if he were addressing a child rather than a teenager. However Kian soon turned, glancing over his shoulder down the hall and cursing; they didn't have time right now to deal with this.
"Move, get out of here, hide, don't just stand there," demanded Kian as he stepped forth to grab the shaking hand holding the knife as Renor slowly relinquished the weapon to him. "If you don't leave you will die; you'll suffer a worse fate than Zera did at Renor's hands--our Master is coming," the broad shouldered male stated as he tugged Renor back and away from the NeoBladers who looked not only shocked but concerned and ready to kill as well. It was Tala who was the one to turn first pushing his other teammates along and into the nearby locker room so they could stick around to hear what pleasantries might be exchanged while at the same time gather themselves together as they hid from, what was made out to seem like , certain death.
A few minutes later they heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall, a pleased sound being made at all the dead bodies scattering the floors, that was until the burly man settled his dark eyes on the dead form of Zera. Silence fell then, and the three couldn't tell what was happening nor could they risk a glance to see what was going on outside the locker room. The solid walls made for hearing to be difficult and voices to be muffled, but it was clear that the new voice that was beginning to speak wasn't one they knew, and from the hatred laced within the words one they didn't care to know or get to know.
"So you've gone against my wishes..again, Renor. This is becoming an unwanted habit from you, one I will very well break you from whether you like it or not. You will obey me and only me, and my wishes will be carried out flawlessly, just like you were created to do, worthless genetic waste; that's all you are, a waste of millions of dollars," snapped the man darkly, watching as silver eyes turned away from him to look at the floor, anywhere really than at him. Kian, as always, showed obedience towards him, and nor did he ever turn his eyes away from the Master.
"Leave, Kian. You've been a good boy and shall be rewarded for it; there is a ride waiting to take you back home," ordered the Master more lightly, watching as the other male turned and walked away without saying a single word nor giving a single glance back; no hint that there were three other still alive listening to the whole exchange. The man had no idea that Kian was just as disloyal as Renor was, in fact he was more loyal to Renor himself rather than his own Master. Dark eyes returned themselves to the tall form before him with distaste.
"Killing your own teammate, the best of all three of you.. That is something that can not go unpunished, Renor--you deliberately keep disobeying my orders as if you have say in the matter," the Master snarled only to send his large hand cascading down upon the side of Renor's face, smiling in satisfaction as the teen crumbled to the floor from the heavy hit. "You're still damaged from the last punished you received just yesterday Renor; one day I'm going to have to kill you for all the disobedience you have showed me and your teammates. Your body is broken, abused, bruised, and pained--however, there is something else I can do to you that will make you oh so much more willing to listen to me, but you'll have to suffer through it first."
Bristling angrily Rei moved towards the door only to have Kai reached out to stop him, shaking his head against the action; they would have to wait before leaving the locker room. Neither of them looked very happy, and sparing a glance towards Tala Rei calmed some, watching as wrath found its way into the icy blue eyes of his teammate. It was clear Tala was ready to kill this man that the Demon Knights kept calling Master, and the reason was rather clear--the reminder of Boris was something that couldn't be dismissed.
There was the sound of a scuffle as Renor attempted to get up and run from his Master, silver eye wide and full of fear; he knew what was going to happen, and even if he claimed to be fearless he wasn't. He was a wreak more than anything, yelling, crying out as he struck the man that held him back, nails digging into skin as his bitbeast came to life inside of him. He was suddenly bitter, angry, fighting for his life like he never had before, though he had indeed fought back against the punishments he had never aimed at trying to destroy the very man that had created him before; he hadn't the power, always being injured as he was. Even now with the aided strength of his bitbeast he wouldn't keep the man back from harming him, from shoving him to the ground and stepping on his chest; Renor was helpless.
"So you're not so ignorant as I thought you were; you know what I'm going to do to you Renor," ground out the Master as he placed more weight upon the teen's already injured and bruised chest. He waited until he heard the deep wheezing and raspy breaths and the small whimpers of pain before he removed a fraction of the weight only to lean forward with a onyx crystal within his hand. "You know what this is, don't you? Even if not I'll explain; it extracts bitbeasts and holds them until shattered. It's quite a wonderful finding, and explains why so many powerful bitbeasts have yet to be found. But you see, the worst punishment I could ever give you.. Is to remove that damned bitbeast from you so you're completely and utterly lonely and helpless. I'll leave you here to rot until you decide to return to me as a worthy creation," snapped the man angrily.
In Response Renor fell still, deadly still as his silver eyes widened and gazed up painfully at his Master, silently pleading with him to allow his bitbeast to remain where it was. His bitbeast was his everything, the only part of him that remained constant and true, the only thing that kept him from breaking apart completely. It would seem however that this plead was in vain, as the onyx crystal was being forced against his bare forehead as his bitbeast was removed from him painfully. He cried out, reaching a hand towards the crystal in agony only to receive a kick that sent him sliding along the floor to hit the wall painfully, but all he felt was hollow now as the footsteps of his Master retreated down the hall; the police could be heard starting to enter the people frenzied building.
Waiting until the footsteps faded the thee finally exited the locker room, Rei pausing at the door and frowning sadly at the now curled up sobbing form of Renor. Kai put a comforting hand on his shoulder, crimson eyes showing the same hint of sadness; to see someone once so ready to defy just to save them reduced to this sobbing mess was something unnerving to see. The silver eyed teen made no protest when Tala stepped closer, and then testing his luck closed the distance to kneel next to the fallen and broken Renor; he wouldn't meet his eyes, and Tala frowned at this. He wasn't fighting now; his spirit was now crushed.
Picking up the injured teen in his arms, ignoring the blood stained cloak and clothed the other hand from killing so many, Tala shifted the body until it was easiest to carry, turning his gaze soon to Kai and Rei. "We need to get out of here," he stated blankly, his emotions swept aside so things could get done efficiently. "The police don't seed to know right now that we know who the killers are; there are more important things to attend to," and even as these words were said the other two knew he was speaking of Renor, knowing that they should help the police yet feeling that perhaps they could assist Renor more than a jail cell and a psychiatrist.
"Then you better hurry up boys," commented a light yet concerned voice, one that belonged to the chairman that had sent them there to begin with. When he had gotten there was beyond them, but if he was offering an exit they were certainly going to take it. The older man led them out, around, down and up stairs, to avoid the crowd and the police. Soon enough they were exiting out a janitor's door in the back with a car waiting for them, something normal so they wouldn't be noticed. The three teens shuffled into the back seat, Tala still carrying the now silent and hollow-eyed Renor as the chairman got into the front seat. They were off before any other events could happen.
"Someone contacted me," started Mr. Dickinson after a good length of silence, "that helped this case out a good deal. It was a doctor, one that was in charge of creating Mr. Renor D'aron from genetic scraps. But he was the one, however, that gave this boy hope of becoming someone with freewill, someone who didn't want to kill. I thought the information about a silver-eyed male warning you was rather strange to begin with, so I started searching through files for something that could mention this strange trait when this man called me and faxed me some documents. It was, well, disturbing to say the least the more information I was given. This man is now in my safe custody where B.O.F. can't get to him."
"So it's true then that this new rising company is the source of the thorn in everyone's side--it would only figure that it would be a short time before someone else pulled the same stunt. Creating someone just to kill for their company then creating a team to gather power to themselves; it's just like Boris and Voltaire all over again," commented Tala bitterly as his icy eyes lowered to look at the teen within his arms. "He kept his bitbeast inside of him then, though why and how I don't know, but it kept him sane."
"It kept him balanced," corrected Mr. Dickinson from the front seat just as the car turned a corner. "He's quite sane without his bitbeast, just undeniably lost without the presence within him that kept him from completely snapping into multi-personalities. Yes, he was indeed created to kill, but the doctor also gave him some sort of a fail safe switch, if you'd call it that. He had developed some sort of for books, something that softened his formation as they trained him to be the killer he was created to be; he wouldn't destroy things if he had been left alone from there on, but he was soon to become accustomed to beatings that kept him in line until the past month.
"He doesn't know human contact, other than being poked, prodded, and beaten. He doesn't know affection other than from his loyal yet just as dangerous bitbeast," continued to older man lowly, as if he didn't like the information anymore than the teens did. "The only thing he is familiar with entirely is killing, and he very well hates it even though he was bred specifically to kill all those he was ordered to. You see there was another flaw in his creation; he was given the ability to choose, to resist. The poor doctor was almost killed for this, but he has given Renor the best chance of survival, the best chance for things to be turned around against the B.O.F."
"He's a key, a pawn in a game and here we are speaking about him as if he isn't even here in our presence. We are no better than his Master at this point, but we will show him what it's like to live as a person, not a thing. I understand that B.O.F. must be dealt with, but not now; he needs to recover--we need to rest and teach," said Tala slowly, watching as Kai gave a supportive nod to him. Rei looked ill more than anything else; he hadn't experienced the abbey like they had. "How long do you think you can give us?"
"It's more of a question of how much time B.O.F. will give us until they come looking for Renor," responded Kai with a shake of his head. "I'd give it a month at the most; that's all the time we're going to get, so we should use it wisely. We all need to heal, and he needs to learn. Our best course of action is to go somewhere else, somewhere they wouldn't think about looking for us so we have more time," concluded Kai as he put a comforting hand upon Rei's who in turn grasped the appendage like a lifeline.
"We can go to China, to the village I grew up in," offered Rei, wishing to be of some help despite everything. Kai shook his head at the idea, knowing the Chinese teen wished to help but being so far away from large cities was a danger. However Tala was the next to speak up, offering that they go to the abbey where few bothered to venture to and where they would be left in peace; some of the better rooms were fairly nice, and he's taken some time to better the place with some actual decoration other than raw stone. So it was settled with an agreeing nod; they would go to Russia.