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!)

The Phantom of the Abbey; Chapter III: Think of Me

Where I left off last time:

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!

Kai forced himself to remain calm as he tried to assess who was… molesting him. Odd as it may sound, but he knew everyone's hands. The hand that touched his cheek wasn't hard and calloused, like Spencer's, or long, pianist's fingers like Bryan's. Ian's were small, Tala's were heavily burnt. Ray's were long nailed, like claws, and Tyson's stubby. The Chief's were hard, from working at the computer all day, and Max's had biro marks all over them. Both Voltaire and Boris had whips embedded into their hands and, anyway, the touch wasn't like theirs. It wasn't greedy, and it didn't try to 'steal' him. Just gentle, like… Kai didn't know how to describe it. Then it hit him.

Seth. The guy who'd been singing.

But why?

Kai opened his eyes, but too late. He had gone.

"Up. Now."

"Just one more minute…" Tala muttered, turning over.

"Tala Ivanov! I am warning you! If you don't get up now, you'll have to face Bryan's replacement!" Seth tapped his cane against the wooden floor impatiently. Tala looked up blearily, but turned over again. (A/N: Think Max Theiriot (Seth) in the Pacifier… The early morning scene!) Bryan snickered slightly and rubbed the top of his cast. It was irritating him slightly, although he knew better than to try and remove it.

"So…?" Seth bent down until his mouth was next to Tala's ear.

"And already, she's not impressed." Seth placed particular emphasis on the word she and waited for Tala to realise the double meaning in his words. He didn't have long to wait.

"She! Dammit! SETH!" Tala whined, which made Bryan laugh even more. Of course, the fact that The Demolition Boys were laughing certainly shocked most of the Bladebreakers. Kai remained silent, still shell-shocked from the antics of the night. Spencer slapped Bryan's hand as he fiddled with his cast.

"Well. What a welcome." A low, husky voice ran through the room. Although it had been spoken quietly, it did more than a raised voice would have done. The Demolition Boys and Kai looked up as one.

"Kasi!" Ian squealed and flew across the room, wrapping his arms around the girl that stood in the doorway. She laughed slightly, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"It's good to see you too, little one." Kasi said, tossing her long plait over her shoulder. She raised her violet eyes to look at the rest of the bladers in the room. Spencer clapped her on the back, a huge grin on his face. Tala hugged her hard; evidently glad to see the girl. Bryan and Kasi stared at each other before they embraced. Kasi drew back thoughtfully. "What did he do to you?" She whispered, pushing up the heavy fringe to reveal a heavy scar. Bryan swallowed.

"His belt… he just… But I'm ok now, I swear it!" His eyes glimmered as they hit the early morning light and Kasi ruffled his hair playfully.

"Nothing from you, Hobbit?" She cocked her head. The Bladebreakers looked at each other in confusion. Hobbit? Kai stood up, his face completely blank. As he began to walk towards the girl, he began to get faster and faster, until he was running into her arms. The Bladebreakers watched, astonished, as their team captain began to cry.

"I'm sorry, but… I haven't seen you for so long… Everything's changed." He whispered. Kasi knelt down and stroked his hair, feeling his whole body shake with the emotions he was feeling. "I've changed… I'm becoming like him…" There was a slight snort from Seth, before he limped out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Spencer rolled his eyes and followed the man.

"Baby, don't say that. You aren't like him. I promise. Baby, don't even think it."

"I am! I gave up everything for power!"

Kasi just shook her head, rubbing his back gently.

Seth closed his eyes, leaning against the side of the dojo.

"Spencer, why did you follow me?" He asked, without turning around. Spencer stopped dead behind him.

"I… I just wanted to check you were ok." The blonde muttered, looking at the floor. Seth smiled, a rare sight.

"I'm not complaining or anything, it's just unsettling to have someone to actually care."

"You're kidding me. You've never had anyone to care for you?" Spencer couldn't believe it, even Bryan had someone who cared about him.

"Not since I was seventeen… My wife died, and my son…" Seth just shook his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose in a hard display of emotion.

"Sir, can I ask you something?"

"Not if you call me sir, but continue." Seth waved his hand vaguely in a dramatic gesture.

"Why did you start up The Phantom's Children?" Spencer quailed at the look in Seth's eye.

"I didn't agree with what Voltaire and Boris were doing. And I still don't. It was the only thing I could do."

"With all due respect, sir, then why don't you leave?" Seth looked at Spencer in confusion.

"And what, I could walk around Moscow looking like this?" He motioned to the mask angrily and kicked the wall.

"Could I see behind the mask, sir?" Spencer asked, looking away. Seth sighed, shaking his head.

"Come with me then." Spencer blinked, but followed his coach.

"A final warning, Spencer. What you'll see will scar you forever." Seth was trying to make him stop, it was rather obvious.

"It's my choice." Spencer shrugged.

Seth took a deep breath, steadying himself. He reached out and slipped his fingers behind the mask, slowly pulling it off. Spencer gasped as his eyes took in the burnt, ravaged skin, the steely grey of his glass eye and the sheer sadness that radiated from that side of his face. Spencer could take it no more. He ran, slamming the door behind him.

The mask slipped out of Seth's hands and onto the floor.

"Where is she?" The door of the cottage slammed open. "Where is that slut?"

"How did you…?" Kai's father stood up. "She's not a slut!"

"Leave it, honey." Kai's mother muttered, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Did you really think you'd be able to hide? I will always be there!" The man shouted, his grey eyes blazing. "And did you ever consider, for just one second, that I would not find out about your pretty little son?"

"Leave him alone!" His parents yelled, standing up together. The man smirked, and pulled out a gun.

"Daddy! Mummy!" Kai whimpered, hiding behind the sofa.

There was one shot, but three screams.

Kai sat up. Someone was screaming.

It wasn't a fake scream, it came from a truly terrified soul, and a tortured throat.

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Ducks more flying objects I have decided to be firm… I want five reviews before I post the next chapter!