14. When Revenge Can Be Dealt I Deal It
Dealing with adult life, the loss of parents, friends falling out, injuries and hurt is all hard to bare. Add tests and the growing age of sixth form and Daemon Heights is what your outcome is. The Bandits and the Demolition Boys are all going through hell at 'Hell Hole Heights' and dealing with it differently. Will they get over their pasts, graduate and find love, or will the trash can at the bottom of the road be easier for them? Its not easier being 18 and hiding things from your friends is not the option you can take without digging yourself further into your deep secrets and pasts. Mostly Kai/OC, lots of OC/OC and implied Ray/Mariah and Tyson/Hilary.
Disclaimer: I only own the Triagons, Cassy, Elisa, Sabre, Leo, The Bandits, The town, the Mansions, Dojos, Houses, Horses, other Animals, Bit-beasts and Daemon Heights along with all the teachers and different people you have never heard of before virtually…I own a gold mine. The plots mine too.
LightintheDarkTempest: Glad you liked it, and that they always seem to be good, some chaps are pretty rubbish, I think. Lol. Anyway, thanks for the review, and no sweat about reading your story, you asked me too, (god even doesn't know how long ago) so I read it, simple as that. . Thank you also for your review for 'Perfect Days Don't Exist', cos I don't know where else to thank you for it . And here's the update. Thanks again.
Shadowdragonlady: umm, I got the keyboard and typed it up. Lol. No, don't worry, I'm regretting it, seriously, Kat is raving her head off at me right now, threatening to umm, err, kill me basically, but there's lots of Japanese names in there that I cant pick out, sounds kinda painful. Heh. But don't worry, revenge is sweet. Mwhahahahaha. Thanks for reviewing and here's your update.
storm-of-insanity: Wow, thanks again, he sounds really cool, kinda like a tough guy with the kind centre. I like people like that. Heh. Anyway, thanks, I'll try and fit him in as a main character, but if not, I'll try and make him have a big role anyway, I'll kick out one of my OCs. Do you mind if I change his past a bit if I do that? Sorry. Anyway, thanks for the reviews (the one from 'Perfect Days Don't Exist' too, cos I don't know whether I'm going to make another one so I'll thank you here, THANK YOU, I depends on whether I get inspiration for another), and thanks for the OC, and here's the update and where you find out.
Leaha: wow, thanks. And I'm sure your stories are great. You'll be hearing from me about them soon now . Anyway, here's the update, thanks for the review and enjoy.
Thanks everyone, and just as a note, anymore OCs anyone sends in probably wont have mains parts as their aren't that many going anyway and its hard to twist so many pasts together to make them fit and still get the main plot done whilst revealing them at the same time. Phew, anyway, sorry, but feel free to send them in anyway, I'm going to need lots more people for teams in the future, and I think my brains running out of ideas (god forbid). And now, without further ado, here's your update (after two weeks, sheesh I'm falling behind, sorry). 3 more days until I'm on summer hols so expect more chapters to be coming out. Cya.
With it being summer time, the evening was still quite light. It was now about 8:30 and the sun was beginning to dull and set behind the dark bricked mansion. The trees surrounded it were full and green, fresh and alive, but the mansion itself looked dull and black…evil. Kat's car pulled up on the drive, the unique flames licking around its wheels and along its sides and the shiny black fading against the darkness as it crushed the gravel of the driveway under the black rubber tyres. Kat paused before turning the engine off, bringing the only noise in or around the car to silence.
''Kai, you can either stay here or come in with me, either way I'm going.'' She said, looking determinedly into the distance at the cloudless sky. Kai nodded and opened the door as she did on the other side. Locking the car again the girl of the pair stared up at the dark looking mansion. Every time she saw this place, it made her shiver, even if it was as hot as it was then.
Sighing she began to walk across the gravel to the grand front door. Footsteps over the stones followed her as she walked up the steps confidently. Looking at the door she quirked an eyebrow.
''You would think they didn't make door knockers that big.'' She joked before lifting the heavy metal circle attached to elaborate metal designs behind it and letting it go. A loud clash of metal and hard wood rang out. Kat huffed. ''If your grandfather didn't hear that then he's deaf.'' She said.
Kai looked at her confident form standing before his front door. He knew she was scared, although she wasn't showing it in the form most would, to shake or sweat with fear and fright, deep down Kai knew she was scared of this place and his grandfather. Even he was sometimes and he'd lived here most of his life. He knew that she was scared by the way she was mocking everything, that told him of her emotions. He'd known her long enough to know her personality better than most; it was either that or that he was always trying to know her personality. Either way, he knew that when she mocked something it was either because it was pathetic or that she was scared of it and she was hiding her fear. And right now, it was the second of the two.
The door creaked suddenly as it opened spookily. They both peered inside into the darkened room, the door swung open fully to reveal no-one behind it. Kat laughed.
''Oh, how very ordinal.'' She laughed pointing to a metal box attached to the wall behind the door which was also bolted to the door itself. "That's what did it, not some spooky no-one, just a simple machine". She laughed lightly.
Kai smirked. He had to admit, if that was his grandfather trying to scare Kat more then he'd just shot himself in the foot. Kat didn't look that scared anymore, she probably had guessed that now everything would be like something from a scary movie and Kai knew for a fact that when she mocked them, it was because she wasn't scared.
The pair walked into the darkened grand entrance hall. Kat looked around to the ceiling and the stairs much like her own apart from the darker colours. She also knew that this place extending far wider than her home which was more like just a giant house than a mansion in comparison. Kai on the other hand just looked to the stairs to see the man in a black tailed suit standing there.
''Jeeves.''
''Master Kai, you have returned, but may I ask what happened to your eye?'' Kat looked confused.
''Um, Jeeves, your here most of the time right?'' The butler nodded. ''Then why haven't you seen Kai's eye before, he's had it for about a week by my estimate.'' The butler shook his head.
''I haven't seen Master Kai in the last week since Master Voltaire has arrived back from business.'' Kat glanced at Kai. He really must have been scared of his grandfather to hide away every time Voltaire came home. ''Oh, and may I ask, who are you young miss?''
''Her name is Kat.'' Kai said. ''Where's my grandfather?''
''He is in his study; I was on my way to open the door for you when he called to me to tell his visitor to give him a few extra minutes. So until he is ready I sagest you wait in the living room.'' Jeeves advised.
''No.'' Kai said shortly before walking towards the stairs. Kat quickly followed.
''But master Kai, he instructed…''
''No Jeeves, get back to work.''
''Yes Master Kai.''
''So where are we going?'' Kat asked.
''Somewhere safer.'' Kai replied walking quickly along the landing.
''And what's so unsafe about you living room?'' Kat asked jogging slightly to keep up with Kai's long and quickening strides. The boy of the pair paused.
''We have a few items down there that could give Grandfather Ideas about hurting me again.'' He said quietly. Kat nodded.
''And what would they be?'' Kat asked. Kai glanced at her, looking into her eyes. He could tell those eyes anything.
''Our family heirloom crest, from god only knows how long ago, contains a pair of crossed daggers and a sword, still sharp.'' Kat simply huffed. ''And why do you seem so unafraid, one wrong move from us could end up with us both dead.'' Kat paused slightly at that word, before smiling again and looking up at him, a glint in her eyes.
''Kai, I have never told you want I keep in my bedroom have I?'' Kai looked partly confused. They turned to an oak door, which Kat presumed to be their destination.
''What do you keep in your bedroom then?'' Kai asked now slightly unease by her smirk. And the pretty weird question.
''I've learned the Japanese art of Kendo, I can handle a sword, dagger or any weapon to that statue with ease, I'm a Samurai sword wielder too, that's what hides within my room, a clean cut and sharp Samurai Sword, or Katana if you prefer, which I can use along with the best. You think your old arthritis infested ass of a grandfather can match me or even scare me now?'' Kai looked slightly shocked by her confidence.
''I'm not sure.'' He said quietly, opening the door. Walking through it he pushed Kat in before turning and locking the door with about three different locks and chains, making sure they were all firmly in place. ''Make yourself at home; I'm sorry about the mess, and the blood, I still haven't been able to get it out. I won't let Jeeves in here to try.'' Kat just started blankly at the patch of dried blood near his desk, smaller drops were gradually fading as they spread across the room.
The bed was unmade at the back of the room, the desk covered in paper and pens. The cupboard draws were open with clothes spilling from them and the Hi-fi and TV were the only things that looked as if they had been looked after. The sofa next to them too was covered in blood.
''Kai, he…the bastard, I'll kill him, or at least draw the same amount of blood.'' She growled. Kai sighed.
''Kat, please don't. He's all I've got left.'' Kat turned to him, glaring. She sighed as she looked back at the big patch of blood on the carpet, it was barely visible but she could still see the dried life source from Kai's body.
''Kai, just don't get yourself more hurt just because he's the last thing you've got left.'' She said quietly, eyes fixed on the blood.
''Kai.'' Kai flinched at the evil voice while Kat just turned sharply and glared at the door. She paused before looking at Kai, eyebrows still furrowed.
''If he steps one pace out of line he'll regret it.'' Kai shook his head, determined for no-one else to be harmed in this mess. ''He will regret it.'' Kat repeated saying each word savagely and slowly. Kai sighed.
''Yes Grandfather.'' He said to the voice outside the door.
''May I come in grandson?'' Kai glanced at Kat who didn't notice as she glared at the door once more.
''Yes.'' Kai said walking forward and unlocking the door. After all the chairs and bolts had been removed the door was opened to reveal the long grey haired man wearing his long black cape over his arms that was the one and only, at least the pair hoped so, Voltaire Hiwatari.
''Ar, we have a visitor too it seems.'' He said in his icy voice.
''I'm the only reason Kai's back here again.'' Kat said simply, eyes meeting the elders and burning into them with the same ferocity that his did into hers.
''And why would that be, Miss Triagon, if I'm not mistaken that is.''
''Yeah, that's me. I know what you've been doing Voltaire. Every last detail, and guess what, I'm not happy.'' She said glaring at the older man and crossing her arms, her blue eyebrows knitted together. Voltaire just smirked.
''I don't see you doing much about it. And I assure you, you do not know everything.'' He smirked.
''I know enough.'' Voltaire chuckled slightly. It was an evil noise, like he had already killed Kat with his icy stare; the hurdle was crossed and wouldn't bother him again.
''Children these days, get one wrong word and they think they know it all.''
''I heard more than one word, don't you think people have been getting suspicious, your lucky I'm not a friend of mine, you'd already be dead by now, he wouldn't converse with the likes of you.'' Kat said. It was the truth, most of the time her friend she had been thinking of, the one and only Sabre Tooth, would just threaten, nothing would come about it. But he, like her, was protective of his friends, partly because he didn't want to lose them and be alone again, like his parents had, so right now, so he didn't lose Kai, even if he was a rival, he'd be attacking Voltaire with full force.
''Well then I guess I can count you out of the brute list then young Triagon.'' Kat just growled and glared daggers at the old twisted man. Kai just sent her a wary glance as she uncrossed her arms and took a determined stride towards Voltaire. The old man just smirked as she growled.
''Enough with the wanna-be insults old man. You know why I'm here and I'm prepared to use force to get what I want.'' The man smirked and drew his hands from his cape again. This time, different from the time that Kai had described to Kat, he held two knives in his gloved hands. They glistened in the dull light of the room, the deadly weapons that Kai had seen, and dreaded, many times before.
''To knives to break two people. I wonder if you'd dare use force now young Kat.'' He smirked. Kat closed her eyes and smirked back. She'd been broken five years before, a quivering wreak once she had been, but she had rebuilt the pieces over the passing years and her growing age to more than what had previously been, her wall was thicker and taller now, stronger. You'd have to kill her to break her now.
''Two knives to be used against the owner that once held them.'' She smirked, converting his spoken words to her advantage before she opened her eyes, looking up at the speaker she was against. ''And knives don't scare me, you should have brought a gun, maybe then I would have quivered.'' She said before, without a second thought or doubt about her actions, she lunged forward across the huge room and launched for Voltaire.
''Kat, don't.'' Kai yelled. But Kat couldn't stop her attack as she kicked one of the knives out of Voltaire's hand to have it wedge into the floorboards behind her. Swinging her leg around from the kick she placed it down and then quickly swiped out at him with the other one aiming her second kick upwards. After missing his hand as he took a shocked step backwards she flipped into a backflip to land crouched on the floor next to the knife. Unwedging it from the floor she stood again and smirked.
''One on one Voltaire, how do you fair now?''
''No Kat. Your going to get yourself hurt. Just don't do it.'' I plead. Suddenly I feel really awful for some reason. I don't know why but I don't like it. It's like something's going to happen, something bad. I look from Kat towards my Grandfather before back to Kat who I can see has diverted her eyes towards me yet still faces Grandfather.
''Kat please.'' I beg. I don't want either of them hurt. Grandfather wouldn't need the knives to break me after that.
''No Kai, it's a free world, you don't control me, and if I think I'm going to do something I do it. So when revenge can be dealt and without trouble I'll do it, to the greatest extent.'' She smirked but anger never left her eyes, it was just mixed with her normal mischief again.
''It seems we have a bit of a disagreement. How about we take this somewhere else young Miss, so Kai here will not bother us both.'' Kat glances at me before doing what I thought she wouldn't…she nodded. Grandfather smirks before smiling sinisterly at me. ''You heard me boy, stay here.'' And with that he had walked from the room. Kat turns to me quickly, desperate not to lose him so he could gain an advantage by hiding in the house he knew so well, and she didn't.
''Kai, just stay here ok? Trust me on this one. I think I know where he's going to go, and it'll be to my advantage.'' She says knowingly, her eyes glinting with mischief. I'm amazed; she's treating this like a game.
''But Kat…'' Her face is now holding a glare I think could match my own, it's quiet scary how she can do that, turn from a child like girl to an almost killer adult.
''Trust me.'' She turned for the door, I went to follow her. ''Kai, I'll be where you don't want to be.'' And then she left quickly, knife in her hand as she walked confidently out. I just stood there dumbstruck, unable to follow her any further.
''Kai, I'll be where you don't want to be.'' Where would that be? Then her words from earlier fell on my ears. ''…I can handle a sword, dagger or any weapon to that statue with ease, I'm a Samurai sword wielder…'' And then. ''…a clean cut and sharp Samurai Sword, or Katana if you prefer, which I can use along with the best.''
In my sitting room is my family heirloom crest, from god knows how long ago. Two crossed daggers and a sword, still sharp. Kat can wield a sword, sharp and clean cut, and can use it along side the best. She's going to use my Grandfathers idea of victory against him. I feel a smile cover my lips.
And she's doing this all for me. But…
…My Grandfathers good too. Maybe Kat's not good enough? What happens if she gets hurt? I gasp before running from the room to find the pair, baring the pain it causes me. I don't want any of this to happen. But it's already begun, so I'm just going to have to try and stop it.
I look around as I walk down the empty corridors. Slowly and surely. My feet making no noise on the red-carpeted floor. My ears and eyes are ready, hearing, seeing, everything. I am poised, like a cat, I am the Kat.
Voltaire is around here somewhere, and I know it. He's going to try and spook me. It's what you do when you're being followed. But he'll be silent, and no matter how I describe him I can tell he's going to be fast and lethal if I get this wrong, even if he is five times my age. I glance around again, looking for my enemy, my prey. I can't hear anything, I can only smell these infuriating flowers that line the corridors held upon stands and tables to the walls, and all I can see is an elaborate Mansion corridor, everything in place and tidy. This isn't going to work unless I find him or he makes a mistake. So I'll wait for it.
Then in hear footsteps behind me, running on the carpeted floor. I don't look around, that's what Voltaire wants, but then again, if I give him an opening on purpose then I'll know where he is when he attacks. I groan mentally, if I get hurt because of this we're both dead.
Turning my decision to an action I quickly look around to find Kai running towards me, limping slightly from a wound Voltaire gave him days before. I can't help but growl. Then it happens, just like I wanted it to. I can almost feel myself smirk.
I sense the attack before it happens, and immediately jump towards Kai, who pulls to a sudden stop, and then go into a roll on the carpet. Behind me the knife whizzes past me, cutting through the air cleanly before wedging itself in the wall. I smirk as I jump to my feet again, still feeling the restriction of my leather attire, and turn to face the way I had before. Voltaire looks from behind the corner.
'You lose'. I say smirking. The man growls and then turns and runs. I turn back to Kai quickly. 'Don't get involved in this.' And with that I follow the elder, grabbing his former knife as I run past the corner and turn to follow him. I see him along the hall, cape billowing behind him a she runs. I smirk, I now have two knives, and he has none.
I'm quiet surprise he actually aimed for me, he really is trying to actually kill me! Maybe the Demolition Boys are right. Maybe Voltaire Hiwatari is a psychopath. Maybe he really was going to kill Kai next time he got in a bad mood. I growl, because of my thoughts as well as the fact that I can hear Kai following me. Voltaire will pay for this.
Turning the corridor Voltaire had taken I see the stairs we'd climbed up earlier. And there is Voltaire, just running into a room from the grand hall. The sitting room. The lounge. The living room. The room where his emblem hangs. The room where I will beat him.
(Mwhahahahaha, I am sooo enjoying writing this now. Its just soo fun. This is why I put it as Action/Adventure. Anyway, review, the fight will start soon.)
