17: Call Upon a Friend
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.
Okey dokey, thanks LightintheDarkTempest, Kai Phoenica, Storms-winter and storm-of-insanity. Thanks for the reviews guys and I've decided that if you do want a reply now, could you all please leave your email addresses if you want a true reply from me . Sorry, it's the only way I could think of to get around the rule. (sigh)
Anyway, I was planning to rewrite this but never got around to it, I'm back at school now and its been all busy busy busy with homework etc. So sorry for being late (again) but my life is kinda busy plus I've had major writers block on this so heh, it isn't working right now. Anyway, hope you enjoy, and if not, heh, I guess I really need to work harder.
After basically destroying the punching bag in the attic, Kat unwrapped her hands and arms of their bandages and dumped them in the middle of the mat surface. Sitting down she looked at the clock in the room, high upon the wall near the trapdoor hole in the floor where the stairs let up into the attic room where she now sat. It read 1:30 am. She sighed and sat down on the blue mats that lined the wooden flooring and began to do some cool down stretches.
She'd been up here 'training' since coming back from Hiwatari Mansion at about 10pm the previous day. She'd told her brother Tyson why she was late and why she hadn't been there when Elisa had rang him to pick up the drum kit that now sat in the room next to her. But of course it hadn't been the truth. She couldn't actually remember her lie, but it had made Tyson Triagon silent and blank so it didn't matter. She'd probably spilt something out about their parents again. She didn't mean to, she just didn't want the questions.
So then, alight with anger, she'd stormed up here, and started vigorously training. She glanced across at the sand filled punching bag. Ok, maybe more like rampaged. Behind it where the weights stood she had placed the sword and daggers from Kais family heirloom. She'd smuggled them up here when she'd helped bring the drum kit up. Now all she had to do was go behind Tys back again to smuggle them to their farrier.
She'd still been angry at Voltaire, for what he had done, she'd been thinking about it ever since. She growled now. Nothing anyone could ever do to him would make up for what he'd done to others. But she couldn't help.
Kat got up again, her tight shorts and t-shirt combo changed from the cursed leather she'd worn previously. Sighing she looked at the clock. I may as well get some sleep. Her three brothers were all in bed now, they didn't mind her training this late at night, she normally did. So, walking over to the sword and daggers, Kat knew she'd be able to get into her bedroom with them without her family even sparing her a thought, it was routine for her to be up this late.
Picking up the silver weapons she let the moon's light filtering into the attic room through the circular window on either side of the roof. They were beautiful, but deadly, and must be destroyed. Turning, she walked over to the trapdoor and pulled up the rope that acted as a handle. Pulling open the door she stepped down on to the red-carpeted stairs and closed the wooden door behind her. Walking down the stairs she turned for her bedroom again. Her feet silent on the landing.
She held back a yawn. Get into room. Hide weapons. Get changed again. Go to sleep. She sighed. Sleep sounded real good right now.
I stumbled through the trees. I know this forest leads to where I have to go. The only place I can go. It'll keep me hidden to, make sure no-one knows about what happened. About the condition I'm in.
I would have gone to Tala, but he'd freak out, and his mother would go berserk. Bryan's family are right in the middle of town, which would mean I would be seen. Ian's, I suppose I could have gone there, or Spencer's, but, they don't know about what's happening to me. I don't even know where Theo lives nor any of the Bandits. They're the only people I can trust. I clutch at my side and continue to limp on. No, I was right, I can only go to this place.
I heard the grandfather clock strike one as I ran from the house, my home. It means that I'll probably get there at about 1:30. It's a long way, and in my condition it will be agony……But I've got nowhere else to go…
I yawned and stretched in front of the bathroom mirror. I was tired. I'd fixed up my cut, so kindly given to me by that bastard Voltaire, covering it in a skin coloured plaster. It stuck out like a sore thumb but I didn't care, it's not like my vanity mattered to me right now. Sleep did though. Turning the bathroom light off I yawned and trudged along the dark landing again. I couldn't even be bothered to try and hide that I was tired now. Not like anyone would see anyway. I'm the only light sleeper in this house and the other three human occupants are already asleep in bed. Nothing will wake them up now.
In my drowsy zombie state though, I'm still alert as ever, it's just natural to be on my toes now, 24/7. I heard a scratching, over the loud snoring and muttering of my brothers, something about giant beef burgers attacking with ice-cream from what I can hear. I woke up again suddenly and directed my gaze downwards, toward the grand hall, towards the front door. There was Blue. The grey and white, tiger striped cat that seemed to follow me around everywhere. Not now though. He was scratching at the door.
'What's wrong Blue?' He knew to use the backdoor cat flap if he wanted to go out. So why wasn't he? He turned to me and meowed loudly before running off. I'm quite confused. I better check what's up out front.
A glare is immediately fixed on my face. If you wanna get rid of someone, you've got to look imposing. Especially when your wearing small shorts, socks two sizes too big for your feet and a funny black t-shirt top with white stick figures of a tired looking guy rubbing his eyes on the front saying 'so sue me…' and then on the back him collapsed on the floor asleep. 'I'm not a morning person.' Blame Pheno for that one, it's totally the opposite of me normally, he just thinks he has a sense of humour.
I walk down the stairs, hand resting on the banister. As I reach the bottom the doorbell suddenly rings. What the? A robber would not ring the doorbell. Walking cautiously towards the door I feel myself switch to attack mode again. Walking quietly on the balls of my feet, almost side stepping to protect my front. I'm not scared of who it is or my brothers waking up, just curious.
I rest my hand on the door handle as the bell rings again.
'Sheesh.' I curse out in annoyance, for all they know they could have just woken us all from our slumber, at least give us time to wake up!
Yanking the door open in anger my eyes lay upon the saddest and most awful sight I have ever seen. No wonder Blue wanted me to come here, he must have sensed it, most animals seem to be able to do that. But at this sight I'm now definitely awake and definitely not angry.
'Kai.'
True to my word there he stands, or rather slumps, against the thick black and white marble pillar holding the porch up. He's clutching at his side again, and gasping, his eyes are bloodshot, his brow covered in sweat. His breathing's hard, his breath seem raspy. More blood comes from the side of his face running down his cheek to cover the blue shark fins on his face. His crimson eyes seem dull with pain and blood covers his bare arms as his normal tank top doesn't cover them. His legs are cut, blood seeping through onto his cut and torn trousers, staining them red. He's a sorry sight and all I can feel is my mouth open in shock.
'Kai.' I gasp again. He looked up at me; blood matting one side of his grey bangs to his face. He pushes off of the pillar and stumbles towards me on his bare feet. They look sore and swollen. He's walked all the way from his house to mine. That's a 30 minute walk for the best of us, but for him…He smiles slightly before his eyes begin to water and soon tears run down his face as well. His legs seem to give way then, right before me, and I grab his shoulders and fall onto the porch with him, kneeling there.
'Why?' I pause as he sobs out the word, leaning into my shoulder for the only support he seems to be able to gain; his body is limp besides the flinching of pain. I don't know why Kai. I honestly don't. Your Grandfather shouldn't be the way he is, but he is. I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder and wrap my arms around his shoulders as he does the same limply for me.
'I'm so sorry Kai.' I feel him nod against my shoulder, steadily being dampened by his tears of pain and agony, betrayal. Only one thought is running through my mind now.
Damn Voltaire.
'Just stay there ok.' Kai nodded, sitting down on the girl's bed. Kat nodded back before walking back to the bathroom. She passed the rooms of her snoring brothers like normal, but this time, unlike normal, she didn't roll her eyes.
How could he? That total and utter…but what's the use in cursing him? He's probably at home now. Sitting by the fire drinking some of that fine red wine that all villains drink and laughing, laughing at me for being so stupid. She growled. I shouldn't have left Kai there. I should have just gone against my will, that told me to leave him there, my friends would have a field trip, it said, if I let him stay with me, but I think now that I'd rather endure the field trip. She clenched her hands into fists as she entered the bathroom, turning on the lights to a dull glow.
Walking over to the medical cupboard she opened it and pulled out bandages, a bowl, antiseptic, cotton wool and more plasters like the one on her own cheek. Gathering it all together in her arms she walked over to the sink and filled the bowl with hot water. She watched herself in the mirror as she did.
I can't believe it though, Voltaire is heartless. She sighed. That sick old man should be taught a lesson. She looked up at the mirror again as she turned off the tap. Why do I look like I've seen more than fifty years, my eyes are dull and bags are under them. Lack of sleep I suppose, but, it's just, I feel like I've lived through this for too long, it's getting to me. But how am I meant to stop it? Sighing once more she put the bowl in one hand and balanced it there as she gathered the other stuff and began to walk back along the darkened landing.
A small bedside lamp lights the room. It leaves half of it in darkness, the open space near the Balcony window and a cupboard or two, but that doesn't matter. I lay on my side. Trying to push the aching pain to the back of my head. It's a lot harder than normal. Cringing I look around the room. Trying to get my mind of anything.
It's surreal to be here. Really surreal. I'm in Kat's bedroom, Kat's bedroom. And surprisingly, it's just like I imagined it to be. A desk covered by papers and old crisp packets around a Laptop is in front of me. Then on the wall a huge T.V with games consoles plugged into it. Posters cover the walls, bands, actors. Her guitar is by her bedside, leaning against the bedside table. I look at it, and my eyes rest on another thing. It's a Photo.
Six people stand there. All clad in swimming costumes. There are a pair of boys who looked exactly like each other. They had brown eyes and the same longish hair covering their eyes. One had black hair and had his arm around the others shoulders while the other had brown hair and was rolling his eyes at his brothers antics. Its Fly and Pheno. They looked around 13 years old though; this photo must be a few years old.
Next to them was a tall boy. He looked about 16 years old and very mature. He had spiky brown hair striped with a striking blue colour that was spiky but long and heavy so it didn't stick up so much. His black eyes look caring as he smiled for the camera. Tyson Triagon, the oldest living Triagon there is now, that I know anyway.
Leaning against the oldest boy's shoulder was a young girl looking about 12 years old. She had a bright blue bikini on and was smiling wildly at the camera, waving madly. Kat. She doesn't act like that now, I've never seen her act like that since I've known her, yes she can be carefree, but there's always a darkness in her eyes that this photo doesn't hold. I know why, this must have been before.
Behind them all was a tall man holding a woman in his arms in a tight hug as they both smiled at the camera along with the rest. The man had the same sort of hair as the oldest boy and the same black eyes. The woman had long brown hair that swept down to her waist and was left loose to cover her back and the same brown eyes as the twins. Kat's parents, I have never known them as anything else. I sigh then, just getting caught up in everything around me.
'That was our last holiday together.' I swing my gaze around to the door. Kat stood there, placing a bowl of water onto the desk. Bottles of something and bags of something else were in her hands, and some clothes where slung over her shoulder. She smiled grimly. 'The last photo I'll ever have of them, the last memory.'
'I'm the same.' I murmur to her. She nods and sighs, her eyes diverting to the ground. She's thinking.
'What do you remember about your family Kai?' She asks. I pause.
'All I remember is that I was playing at home, my family had gone out for the day, but I insisted that I stayed and played at home, the maids would look after me.' I sigh after my quiet words. It was that day. 'They'd gone to see my grandfather down here, to discuss a business take over or something, but they didn't come back.' I felt tears come to my eyes again. 'The police said that they died in a car accident, with another man driving a lorry who also was killed on impact.' I pause, I never really tried to remember that day, when I'd been told by the maids, even though now I knew it was all lies, no freak car accident had ever happened, but now, as I remembered, another face come to my mind. 'They never did find her body.'
''Her?' Your mother?' I turned to look up at Kat again; she looked concerned and slightly confused as she stood there, clothes over her shoulder, a weird t-shirt covering her body, near the door. I shake my head. The face looks nothing like my mother, more like I do, and my father did.
'I remember a girl, a few years younger than me, a…a sister.'
I just looked at Kai sitting on the bed, not blinking. I'd only asked that question to try and learn more about Rachel and Ryu, but I'd come out with more. A sister? Kai had a sister? I never knew anything like that, even the Demolition Boys have never said anything about it, and I would have over heard something about another girl at least. But, they never found her body. Poor Kai. I couldn't live without my brothers and my parents, yeah, my grandma is great, my only other living relative too, but, she wouldn't be a parent, and Kai's lived with the worst Grandparent imaginable for the last 8 years. I couldn't cope with that.
I sigh and reach up to my shoulder where I've flung Pheno's clothes, I snuck into his room a minute ago to grab them, he was still sound asleep, talking about flying rocks. Walking towards Kai I sigh again.
'I smuggled these from Pheno's room, you better put them on before we clean you up.' He only nodded in agreement and got up and limped towards me, taking the black t-shirt and shorts. I can see the blood on his trouser leg, probably been stabbed again. I growl involuntarily but he doesn't seem to notice. 'The bathroom's straight along the hall, I wouldn't bother going anywhere else.' My words were meaningful. Like it was a friendly order to be obeyed. Even if this is Kai, no-one is allowed to go into my parents bedroom. Or what would have been their bedroom, we've put all of their old bedroom stuff in the new one when we moved, as a sort of remembrance memorial closer to home, their graves are very far away, I doubt I'll ever go to that place again. Kai simply nodded and walked out of the bedroom behind me.
'Done.' Her voice was laced with fatigue. It was gone 2 am now, and her craving for sleep was near infinite. Kat finished dabbing Kai's head with antiseptic, letting him wince one more time before sitting back on her bed again, stifling a yawn. Kai nodded to himself and reached and touched his sore forehead where he'd been hit by Voltaire before. His pain was gone now, now all he was was tired. Kat nodded thoughtfully and got off the bed and walked among the thrown out stuff on the floor she'd used on Kai to heal him.
'Get some sleep Kai.' The boy followed her with his eyes as she walked towards one of the shadowed cupboards. Opening the hinged door soundlessly she yawned out of his view.
'What are you doing?' Kai asked. Kat turned to him slightly before tuning and looking into the cupboard, grabbing something at the bottom of it she pulled hard. It was yanked out, pulling a load of clothes and paper out with it, falling to the floor. Growling slightly Kat stuffed everything back into the cupboard unceremoniously and then turned to him, sleeping bag in hand.
'Making my bed.' Kai nodded before pausing.
'I'll sleep on the floor, I'm not kicking you out of your own bed.'
'Too late, you already have.' The girl smiled slightly before kicking the bottle of antiseptic from her new sleeping space and unfolding the camping apparatus next to the bed. Reaching down she pulled off her old grey socks and chucked them across at Kai. The boy grunted as one landed in his mass of grey hair. Kat simply smiled. 'Just get some sleep.' Kai grunted again and pulled the sock from his hair, throwing it to the ground with the rest of the stuff before lying on his back uncomfortably.
Kat nodded and walked towards the door, smiling back at him she flicked off the switch engulfing them both in darkness. Sighing she fumbled back towards her new bed. Sleeping on the floor shouldn't be too bad. 'Night Kai.'
'Night.' Came a muffled reply. Kat nodded and closed her eyes as she sunk to the floor and wriggled into the sleeping bag. Turning to the balcony window she looked out into the night, thoughts overtaking her before sleep. She heard Kai move around once or twice, the bed covers crumpling slightly, but she ignored it.
Kai's been hurt, again, worse than normal. She thought. Images of Voltaire being tortured by a figure very much like herself filled her mind, she didn't know whether she was making them or her mind had got so used to playing them now, as her hate for the old geezer was so strong, that they were just making themselves up from her own feelings and replaying themselves over and over again.
But, Kai also has a sister. That was strange to hear. She thought on in confusion. Frowning lightly she reached up to the bedside table behind her. Reaching around slightly, almost knocking the picture off of its stand, she grabbed the item she was trying to find, after causing quiet a lot of scrapping noises of course. She heard Kai snort slightly and grunt as she heard the bedsprings groan as he turned over. Next she saw the dark figure of his head above her.
'What the hell are you doing?' She grinned in the darkness and held up Whisper in her hands, although she doubted he could see him.
'Just want to talk to Whisper for a while.' The boy grunted again and sighed.
'Are you sure your ok down there?' He asked in a hushed tone. Kat rolled her eyes.
'Get some sleep.' Kai just grunted and his figure disappeared again.
''You called.'' She heard the voice of her bit-beast almost immediately.
'Yes Whisper, I have questions. Is Dranzer with Kai?'
''From what I can tell, yes, the Phoenix is with the boy.''
'Then ask him, ask him about the young girl Hiwatari.'
Turning from the mess that was her bedroom, Kat looked out of the window again. Out onto the rolling fields and hills, the trees lining everywhere, the four horses grazing peacefully in the paddock near the stables and the mansion. She sighed and turned to her desk. Jumping over the back of the chair she landed butt first onto it. She cursed herself afterwards, lying on the floor all night had been a bad idea, but well, erm, she wasn't too confident with the idea of sharing a bed with Kai either. Shaking her head she sighed and pressed the 'on' button. The Laptop buzzed into life.
'Welcome Kat Triagon' appeared on the screen and Kat banished her nervous thoughts and began to smile as she put her hands behind her head leisurely. She heard the door open again and soon Kai appeared by her side, she just watched as the laptop began to set itself up.
'What are you doing?' She looked towards Kai; standing above her in the t-shirt and shorts he'd worn since she'd given them to him last night, well, in the early hours of the morning in reality. Her smile vanished.
'Telling the rest of us about what happened.'
'Kat, you can't.'
'They need to know.' She sighed. She knew Kai wouldn't like his secret to be out, but Kat had a reason for them to know, a reason that would persuade him. 'What happens if Voltaire decided that if he cant get you he'll get your friends, or maybe because I hurt him, he'll turn on my friends. Do you want them to be attack like you and I were, but unaware, defenceless?' Kai immediately glared. He paused before nodding. Kat nodded back and clicked up her MSN. Logging on quickly she scanned the list of people.
'Ian, Spencer, Cassy and Elisa aren't on, grab me my mobile could you.' Kai obeyed and put the flash silver flip phone into her open palm. Quickly adding people to a conversation Kat put in a number in her phone and put it on loudspeaker with out even moving her gaze from the screen. Placing it on her desk, after knocking a crisp packet or two onto the floor, she typed a message.
'Ok Guys, listen up, forget the 'hellos' and 'hi's', just listen.' She typed. Of the four other people no-one replied. Kat nodded to herself as her phone suddenly buzzed into life and stopped ringing, signalling that someone had picked up on the other end.
'Hello, Tracy Dojo.' The voice was sophisticated and professional. Like it had been practised. It was also unaware; it knew nothing of what Kat was about to tell it. Even if Elisa was a Martial arts expert, she'd have to be totally in tune to not get attacked when she didn't realise she was being followed or targeted, and these days she wasn't totally in tune. She wouldn't stand a chance unarmed. Kat was just giving her a chance.
'Elisa, its Kat, get on line now.' It was an order. Elisa nodded at the other end and then asked concerned, phone to her ears. Her face was frowning now, in concern and confusion. Kat never rang, not that often anyway, it must be important.
'What's wrong?'
'You'll find out, do you know Ry's MSN address?' The duel haired girl asked. Elisa paused.
'No, but I'm sure Cassy will.' Kat nodded to herself.
'Good, tell her to get online too.' She clicked another button on her mobile and the phone went dead. She picked it up and handed it to Kai, unaffected by her abrupt cut off. 'Kai, put Spencer's number in there, tell him to get online, then call Ian and tell him to do the same, ask them both if they know Theo's address.' Kai could only nod and obey.
A few minuets later the conversation was 11 strong, Kat and Kai sharing one link at Moor Mansion, where's the rest of the Bandits and Demolition Boys were sitting at their Lap Tops or Computers at home, waiting for Kat to truly start the conversation. The girl of the sharing pair had been typing quickly and precisely the message she wanted to tell them. It was simple but ended in a lot of Questions.
'Voltaire is Dangerous.'
'Why what happened?' I'm A Sex God said. Everyone already knew, or at least could tell, it was Tala.
'It doesn't matter, just stay the hell away from Hiwatari Mansion and watch out for Voltaire, ok.' Kat typed back. A variety of words meaning yes was her reply, from all 10 people.
'But why?' This was Ry now. They'd soon found her and the other new guy, Theo's, e-mail address and had added them soon after. Kat sighed and looked towards Kai. He sighed too.
'They need to know.' There was reluctance in his voice but he knew it was for the best. Kat nodded in agreement.
'After they know were leaving, its about time you went to a hospital.' She said. It was an order again, all friendliness had left her features, she was a commander now, giving out instructions and orders, and by god was she going to have them answered without complaint. No one was going to get hurt by that madman again if she had anything to do with it. And, unluckily, for Voltaire at least, she was basically right at the heart of the probably.
'No.' Kat growled at his answer.
'Kai.' Kai just looked at her desperately. Why wouldn't she understand? Why couldn't she try? Like she had last night. But her eyes clearly showed him that she was in no mood to try and negotiate right now. But this was his Grandfather, he always would be, he wouldn't lose him for anything. He couldn't. For anything.
'I can't Kat, then they'll only ask the questions your answering now, I don't want them to find out. What will happen to my Grandfather then? What will happen to me?' Kat just glared at him and growled again before turning and answering the question on the screen.
What he deserves Kai, what he's had coming to him for years. She thought bitterly.
'Fine, but your going home Kai, and if Voltaire does anything else, he'll be sorry.' She gave up; right now Kai could do with as little stress as possible. It didn't mean she'd just leave Voltaire though. Eventually, she'd pay him back for giving her a scar and for hurting Kai. But 'eventually' could be any when, years, weeks. And Kat herself was mad. Very mad.
(Sorry kinda got an obsession with MSN right now, lol, so put that last bit in. It would get them to know all about the Voltaire crisis quickly so I guess it works. Anyway, review please, i know its crap but i just want to know if you guys agree )
