Taiy-Chan: Oh, my God! This is just unbelievable… I'm actually updating again…. Everyone cheer for me!

This will probably be the last update till the end of Christmas cause I have to start working on the F Fusion Christmas Side-story this week…

I wonder if I'll finish this chapter before the end of this week.

I dunno…. This chapter might be a little shorter than usual, but I really don't know because I haven't written it yet. But, if it is, sorry… Cause… Like… It has to be this way! And plus, at least I'm updating, right?

Disclaimer: Don't own, sadly.

Chapter 17

Killing

"Boris."

Taiy tensed, slowly turning around, eyes slitted and glaring. He dimly sensed his team doing the same, the hatred in the air thick and heavy. The cold Russian wind nipped at their skin, tossing their hair into its gusts, as if coasting it to play with it. Black, red streaked hair blew in front of piercing, ice blue eyes as a figure stepped out from the trees' shadows.

Boris stood tall and met the hard glares, unaffected by their intensity. His purple hair was pure, and not a single strand of white was to be seen. A long, black coat fluttered around him, catching the wind and spreading out. Five burly body guards came out behind him, each carrying a heavy gun. Dressed in all black, the huge, ripped men puffed out their chests, daring any of the teens to make a move. Behind dark sunglasses, their beady eyes never left the younger teams standing before them. They sneered.

"It has been a while, hasn't it?" Boris said.

He was met by silence, even his own team refusing to speak up. At this he smirked, his eyes red through the ever present mask upon his face. Yellow teeth were uncovered by chapped lips. Taiy mentally winced.

"Now, that's just gross."

"Surly you people have more manners than that, right?" the purple-haired man said in an all-too cheery voice.

Taiy growled and Boris turned to him, raising a questioning brow.

"Oh? And who do we have here?" the older man walked slowly over to the tense boy.

As he neared, Taiy resisted the urge to step back, away from the man, memories from long ago surfacing at the back of his mind. He stubbornly pushed them away, standing his ground and meeting Boris' stare with one of his own.

"If it isn't Taiy Viton. How have you been holding out?" Boris asked, lifting a pale hand to cup the dark haired boy's chin. "Ah yes, such a fine specimen."

Taiy hissed, jerking his head away from the older man's touch, his sharp fangs glinting in the afternoon sun.

"Now, now," Boris chided, "Is that a nice way to treat your creator? You should have more respect for me than that."

Taiy spat on the ground, glaring harshly at the man standing before him.

"You're not God." He snapped. "You didn't create me."

Boris just sighed, shaking his head.

"Soon, my dear Taiy, you will see that I am just as much as a father to you than you'll ever have in your pathetic life."

Taiy's eyes slitted, taking on a dangerous glint.

"Don't you dare go there, Boris." He said with so much venom that the guards nearly flinched.

"Go where? I didn't think I was going anywhere." Boris said, pretending to look lost.

Taiy clenched his hands into fists, sharp nails digging into pale skin, breaking through flesh. A thin trail of blood seeped slowly down his palm.

"Don't play stupid with me."

Boris smirked.

"You are in no position to tell me what to do." He retorted.

Right on cue, the guards raised their guns, circling around the small group, surrounding them and preventing any means of escape.

That was when Taiy noticed that it had gone very silent. No longer could he hear the birds singing from the safety of their nests, no longer could he pick out the sound of the squirrels darting across the grass. He could no longer hear the distant shouts of the small children playing in the park nearby. Nothing moved, and the only sound was of their breathing and his own heart thumping in his chest.

Something was very wrong.

"This is not good…. Not good at all."

"Tell me about it."

"Fuck that stupid Boris… How dare he-"

"Kai, we'll think about that later. Right now, we have to come up with a way to get out of here without having to spill any blood."

"Yes, and we don't know what kind of danger the Demolition Boys are in for being here in the first place."

"Exactly."

"Somehow, I don't think we can get out of this one without causing a few injuries… They have guns guys. They're really serious this time."

"Either that or Boris is just being his paranoid little self. He really can't stand up for himself in a fair fight."

"Well, either way, we have to end this… And fast."

"Damn it, this was not how I wanted to spend my afternoon."

"The feeling's mutual, Ray."

"Shit! He's got us surrounded! How the fuck did they find us in the first place, anyways? Do you guys have any good ideas?"

"I'm just as stumped as you."

"Great. What about you, Kai?"

"They must have followed the Demolition Boys… but… That doesn't make sense."

"Yeah, because the Demo Boys would've been able to sense someone following them! So, how the hell…?"

"Either this was all planned, or this is more complicated than we first thought. If the Demolition Boys didn't or weren't able to sense Boris following them… I agree with your first statement, Tala, this is not good. Not at all."

"I know one word to sum it all up: Fuck."

"That's one heck of a word, but you're right, Tala. This truly sucks."

"Damn it!"

Taiy heard Tyson yell at the guards slowly closing in on them. He gritted his teeth, eyes darting around him, searching for some sort of opening, some sort of escape, but all he found were huge, black clad bodies blocking his way.

Boris saw him looking around, he sneered.

"That's right, Taiy. There is no way out this time."

Taiy turned to glare at the man, growling low in his throat. He caught Bryan's calculating gaze. Clear, lilac eyes narrowed as they met ice blue. The older boy suspected something.

"Does he recognize us?"

"I damn well hope so; it'll make this whole thing so much easier."

Boris circled around the distressed teen, looking him up and down. Taiy stood tall, refusing to let the man win. Over to the side, Tyson made a move to help him, but the blue haired boy stopped short when one of the guards held his gun to the world champion's temple. The loud boy's blues eyes widened and he froze. Taiy flashed him an apologetic look, felling as if this whole thing was somehow his fault.

"Yes, such a nice specimen. So perfect." Boris lifted Taiy's chin, staring deeply into the ice blue eyes. "Turned out much better than I ever expected."

Taiy flinched away from the touch, but was unable to move away when the guards advanced threateningly on his friends. He cursed silently under his breath. Boris chuckled.

"You can't do a thing, can you? All you can do is stand there, too afraid to move. What a poor little boy." The older man cooed teasingly.

Taiy growled in response, nails digging into cut skin, but the pain didn't seem to bother him, if anything, it just fuelled his anger.

"He's trying to make us mad, to make us lose control of our emotions. That sneaky little bastard."

Boris' grin grew wider, his hot breath tickling Taiy's face. The dark haired teen grimaced at the smell and tried to back away, but Boris' firm hold on his chin stopped him.

"Such a pretty face," He muttered, almost softly, "A man like you, Taiy, is only good for a couple of things. Only good to look at," Taiy's jaw tightened. "To manipulate, to brake…" Boris paused, letting his words sink in before he went on. "Only good to use."

Taiy's eyes slitted, pupils just a thin, dangerous line in his ice cold eyes. He growled loudly, showing off sharp, pointed fangs.

"That… That bastard!"

"How can someone be so cruel! What did we ever do to deserve this!"

"Boris can be cruel; he can be very cruel, even more so that he is today. He takes pleasure seeing us suffer. It's sickening."

"Damn it! He wants us to get mad!"

Someone gasp behind him, a small struggle ensuing before it was cut short, the world falling into a tense silence once again. All the while, the Demolition Boys stayed quiet and still, not making a noise, not moving an inch. But, if one looked closer, they would be able to see the strain on their muscles, clenched fists, their narrowed eyes the only thing giving away their anger.

Boris seemed to ignore everything else that was going on around him, for he continued his little speech, his sickening smile showing that he was enjoying every single second of it.

"It's no wonder that your life was so bad. You are so perfect that even you parents, your own kin had to fuck you just to get a taste of your body." Boris hissed.

Taiy's vision bled red, his fists tightened, and his lip turned up in an almost animalistic growl. His eyes swirled with different colours, angry shades of red, black and blue flashing across thin pupils.

Boris's triumphant smirk was the last thing he saw before his vision blurred and his surroundings faded.

It was like watching a movie through glass. Horrifying images flashed across the pane, the person wanting to help so desperately, to save the people on the screen but not being able to do anything.

That's how Kai, Ray and Tala felt as they watched themselves… No, as they watched Taiy finally lose control of his emotions, his anger and hate.

He lashed out at Boris, seeming to forget the many guns pointed at his friends. The guards reacted almost instantly, jumping in front of their master and readying their guns, taking aim and firing.

Taiy faintly heard someone scream loudly, the sharp sound cutting through the silence around them. But he dodged the bullets with inhuman speed, ducking and leaping through the air, the surprised and scared looks on the guards' faces making him smile.

It was like the times when their minds merged during important, life-threatening battles, only, this time; they could see everything that happened, everything that they did, not just little clips, bits of memories that they had to put back together to figure out what occurred. No, they could see and only could watch as the scene unfolded before them. It was as if they were separated from their body and someone had taken their place. They couldn't control their limbs, couldn't shout a warning as the guards turned their guns towards their friends.

Taiy moved so fast he was just a blur to the onlookers. He charged at the black clad men, hitting one squarely in the chest with a hard kick, knocking the wind out of the big man. With a quick hand, he snatched the gun from the older man's hands and turned it on him, not even hesitating for one second before he pulled the trigger, blood spurting everywhere as the guard fell to the ground with a loud thump. Taiy didn't even spare the dead man a last look; he just smiled and turned to face the other men facing him, cocking the gun in his hands and taking quick aim.

All it took was four shots, four lazy pulls on the trigger, four seconds and four loud bangs and the guards were on the ground, bullets through their heads, dead.

And Taiy didn't even blink; his narrowed eyes dull. His grin just grew wider.

He turned to his team and they stumbled back in shock, eyes as wide as saucers, clutching onto each other for support. Taiy laughed at them.

"Why look so scared, I am your friend, remember?" he mocked, stepping towards them.

He reloaded the gun in his hands, using one hand to ready it and point it at Tyson's head, right between his eyes. His friends stared at him with shock and horror as his finger slowly closed on the trigger.

"…Taiy?" it was a whisper of one word, but at its sound, Taiy froze and slowly turned towards the owner of the voice. He barely registered his team's sigh of relief.

Bryan stood before him, Spencer and Ian standing behind him. He was looking at Taiy intently, eyes locked with his as if searching his soul for an answer.

"What… are you doing?" he asked quietly, his face betraying nothing of his emotions but his eyes flickering with something that the dark haired blader couldn't quite place.

Taiy stopped short at Bryan's words, standing as if rooted to the spot. After a couple of tense seconds, his arm fell limply to his side and the smoking gun dropped to the ground, the sound of it colliding with the ground the only thing breaking the silence that had descended on the group.

Then, it all came crashing down on him.

Taiy fell to his knees, black hair falling around him. His light skin paled even more and his eyes slowly regained their usual life, but they were soon glossy with tears. Dark bangs fell over his eyes and his hands clenched tightly into fists.

His eyes scanned over the dead bodies around him, the blood that stained the dying grass, his team and his friends huddled together a few feet away. He had done all of this. But, at the same time, he hadn't.

Gritting his teeth together, the mixed boy fought off the tears blurring his vision. What had he done?

"Where…" he choked on his tears, swallowing before continuing. "Where did he go…?"

Knowing whom he was referring to, Bryan shrugged.

"Got away during the fight." He said.

Taiy's jaw tightened and he slammed his fist into the ground, the earth cracking under his hand.

"Damn it…" he cursed, a small sob escaping from him. "Damn it…" he punched the ground again, breath coming out in short gasps as he tried to hold back the anguished cries in his throat.

He let him get away. After all that, he let him get away. How could he have done such a thing? How could he have been so stupid!

Tears threatened to leak from the corners of his ice blue eyes and his friends slowly got to their feet, hesitantly making their way over to their fallen comrade.

"…Taiy?" Hilary whispered, kneeling down beside the dark haired teen.

The said blader didn't offer any answer in return. Taiy ground his teeth together, waves of guilt nearly drowning him.

Hilary bit her lip and glanced at Max, but the blond looked just as lost as she did. So much had happened in such little time and it had finally caught up to them.

Taiy felt his body grow weak as his mind grew tired. His eyes drooped as his body began to feel limp. His friends watched him with concern but he could offer them no reassurance for he had none himself.

As the first tear rolled down his painted cheek, all that was left of his energy seeped out of him with it and he could no longer hold them back…

The carefully built walls in Taiy's mind crumbled and all of the memories came rushing back with every sob that escaped him, with every tear that fell from lifeless, ice blue eyes.

Taiy-Chan: OMG! I actually finished it in one day! Can you believe this! Well, at least now you guys can't be mad at me for leaving you hanging for too long!

Mind you, I did end this chapter with a cliffy as well…

But I always do that! Or at least most of the time!

That chapter actually was longer that I expected! Yay for us!

So, look out for the Christmas-themed side story of this fic on Christmas Day! Or at least around that time!

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Anyways, hopefully I'll be able to survive the last couple weeks of school before Christmas holidays! See you guys then! Cheerio!