The Phantom of the Abbey
I have decided that these chapters will be quite short, ok? Two or three pages max. There are no yaoi/slash/same sex parings in this story, and any perverted thing you read is completely unintentional. I say this because an old school friend has been reading the drafts of these stories and coming up with some rather… dodgy things. I suggest that you don't read the reviews, because they may be as dodgy, as she's reading this! And I'm working on the sequel for WTFTHTG, ok? So don't hassle me! Oh yeah, bold is a foreign language (not Russian) and bold italics are Russian.
Don't sue; COMPLAIN! (Cause then, I at least know you're reading this!)
Review Responses: This isn't a crossover as such. But there will be hints and there will be comparisons, and quotations from the movie. Yes, I removed the hands. What you going to do about it?
The Phantom of the Abbey; Chapter II: The Music of the Night
"WHAT?" Tyson yelled, dumbstruck at what Mr Dickinson had just told him.
"Let me drill it into your thick skull Tyson," Kai interrupted the kindly old man, red eyes flashing. "Other teams will be staying here. It will be a training camp of sorts, ok? Kind of like the Abbey then, no?" This was directed to Mr Dickinson.
"No, Kai. Not like the Abbey. This will focus more on teamwork," Kai snorted in disbelief. "And chivalry. There will be no punishments. Well, no hard ones."
"So what team will be staying with us?" Ray asked, crossing his fingers behind his back.
"Ah… yes. Because you are the most forgiving team-"
"WHO THE HELL ARE WE WORKING WITH?" Kai suddenly yelled, making them all jump.
"They will be arriving here shortly. The other team? Now, Kai. Don't get upset, and don't storm out-"
"I don't believe it! You promised me I'd be safe in Japan!" Kai stood up, hands shaking.
"What? What are you talking about? Who are our partners?" Max asked, confused. Mr Dickinson took a deep breath.
"The Demolition Boys."
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Ian whimpered in pain, bringing his legs up closer to his body. They'd all been punished, for daring to lose the championships, for being so stupid… Ian had drowned out Boris' voice when he got to the word stupid, do he never found out what exactly they were getting punished for. All he knew was it hurt.
Words began to float into his hearing range. Somebody seemed to be talking to themselves. But it was a familiar voice. He looked around at the six other cells. To the right of him lay Tala, completely unconscious, so it couldn't have been him. To the left was Spencer, sitting stiffly upright, his eyes glazed over with tears. And directly ahead of him slumped Bryan, who was muttering things under his breath, but Ian was pretty sure that it wasn't him. The words he could hear were nice words. Bryan's weren't, to put it bluntly.
"Stupid man. Trust Voltaire to employ such a stupid man. Mind you, if he wasn't so thick, I would have been discovered years ago. If I was running this abbey, things would be a lot different. No pain. But the world's corrupted, remember that." Ian shook his head, regretting it instantly as a headache proceeded to storm his mind.
"I am delusional." He suddenly said, sitting upright. Bryan and Spencer looked up, and shook their heads as one. Before him, the floor began to open. Ian could see a figure underneath the trapdoor, a cloaked figure. The figure reached out a hand. Ian took it tremblingly. He was pulled into the darkness and heard the clang as the trapdoor shut behind him. The figure threw his cloak around Ian's shoulders and helped the small boy up.
"Welcome, little one. Welcome to the Lair of the Phantom of the Abbey."
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Kai sat up as there was a knock on the door.
"That will be them now." Mr Dickinson said, casting a nervous look at Kai. Kai blanked him and looked down at his barely disguised shaking hands.
The door opened and the four boys trooped in, followed by Boris, Voltaire and a mysterious cloaked figure.
"I hope you don't mind, but my assistant prefers to hide his face." Voltaire smirked, his voice making Kai shudder.
"I wouldn't have to if you'd left me alone, evil old git." The stranger muttered under his breath. Kai smirked, silently agreeing with the mysterious man.
"What did he say, boy?" Voltaire snarled, looking at Kai.
"Why are you asking me? You understand Russian as well as I do!" Kai shot back.
"It's not Russian, you fool!"
"Then how do you know I know it?"
"Because I am your grandfather!" Voltaire's eyes were beginning to glimmer. A bad sign, Kai remembered.
"I'll leave you to get acquainted then," Mr Dickinson said nervously, edging out the door. Kai though quickly. What could he do? He couldn't say what the stranger said. The mysterious guy would be in for it then. Was it really possible that Voltaire wouldn't be able to tell the difference between the truth and lies?
"He said… He said… That he agrees with you, but he's very tired." Kai said hurriedly.
"Liar!" Voltaire growled, taking a step forward.
"For God's sake, leave him alone!" Bryan drawled. "You understand him as well as we understand your twisted mind, so for all you know, your precious grandson could be telling the truth!" Voltaire froze and a smirk began to grow on Boris' face. Bryan suddenly realised what he'd said and cursed under his breath in Russian.
"Get out." Boris suddenly said. Kai and Tala shared a look of desperation.
"Get out the bloody door!" Ian yelled in desperation. Tyson and Max looked at each other and the two Russians grabbed them by the necks, practically throwing them through the open door. Spencer and Ian followed, then Voltaire, grabbing the cloaked stranger so he couldn't interfere.
There was a shout of pain from the room and Tala gripped Spencer's arm tightly. Spencer gently uncurled the red head's fingers before he broke his arm.
"If you distracted him, I could get in there." The stranger suddenly muttered. Kai gave a curt nod and launched Dranzer at his grandfather. Voltaire let go of the mysterious man as there was a snapping sound from behind the closed door. The man threw himself at the door, practically breaking the door down. Voltaire growled something under his breath, but didn't make a move.
"Bryan?" The stranger knelt down beside the unconscious pale haired boy. Without a word, he carried him out the room, Spencer following.
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Couple of hours later
"Ian! Go to sleep!" Spencer growled. His little friend ignored him, preferring to jump around the room.
"Ian! Broken arm or no broken arm, if you aren't in that bed in three seconds…" Bryan growled, turning over crossly.
"Seth wouldn't let you!" Ian snickered.
"Seth would also like some sleep tonight, little one." Came an amused voice from behind.
"If I get into bed, will you sing?" Ian asked innocently. Seth took a deep breath.
"Fine! As it's your first night in a new place, and as Bryan isn't in the best of health." Ian gave a war cry and leapt into bed. Seth gave a deep sigh, but sat down, leaning his back against the wall. Most of the Bladebreakers were asleep already, but Kai wasn't. So he was the only one that heard the song.
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♫Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defences…
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light. And listen to the music of the night…
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams, purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar…
And you'll live, as you've never lived before…
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind in this darkness that you know you cannot fight. The darkness of the music of the night…
Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world, leave all thoughts of the life you knew before, let your soul take you where you long to be…
Only then, can you belong to me…
Floating, thawing, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write. The power of the music of the night…
You alone can make my song take flight.
Help me make the music of the night…♫
"Sleep now, little one." Two year old Kai looked up at his father.
"Do I have to, Daddy?"
"Kai… Listen to your father." His mother smiled at the two Hiwataris.
"Listen to the silence, Kai." His father stroked his hair gently.
"Listen to the music of the night."
Kai came back to earth with a bump. Without opening his eyes, he tried to think what had woken him. He almost screamed.
Someone was touching his face!
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What? I didn't do anything… Ducks as chairs and sharp implements are thrown
R&R if you want to find out who's touching Kai!