Second Chance At Hell

Once again please forgive me for taking so long to update. My life has been stolen by Gravitation and a rather annoying amount of worrying about school and life in general. Nyah-So anyway, I've decided I want to attempt to keep this story at, plot allowing, 25 chapters long. Hopefully I'll be able to stick to that. Ah well, answers to reviews(note-if you think this is taking up too much space please let me know and I will stop)

aries1391, Eternal Hell-Spawn, GabZ, Padfootlet-Thanks for the review

Mei Kimari-Gomen. I knew I'd forgotten to put something at the end of the chapter. Zasranec is asshole in Russian.

Hazel-Beka-Not too sure about what Tala'd hate more...perhaps being and I quote 'relentlessly tortured and raped'...He definately must hate us.

Ellen-Talsie...O.o Moving away from that subject you're yet to see how much of a sick twisted bastard Nikolai is...Mwuhahaha.

Anyway-Thank you everyone for the reviews, this is the most reviews I've ever had(well that shows my writing skills doesn't it?). Since it's been a while I'll have Bryan remind you all that I don't own beyblade.

Bryan:There's no point in saying it now, you just did!#walks off#

kisses:Blargh! Use Davis, Witteor Nikolai without my permission and I will take it into my own hands to maim you in the most painful way possible...mwuha. ENJOY!#dances away to Shining Collection#

Mistake

Ian opened the front door and shoved the bin bag in the dustbin. Looking down the street he sighed seeing that Tala wasn't anywhere near.

Where are you Tala? It's been nearly half an hour since you left…

Walking back up the stairs to Tala and Kai's third floor apartment he opened the door to find Spencer sat on the couch nursing his head.

"Aha-you're awake now sleepy head!" Ian joked. "Tala's gone to get some tablets, he'll be back soon…though he's been gone for a while…"

"Ian! Did you let Tala go out on his own?" Spencer burst, staring at the smaller boy in shock.

"Yeah-he was only going to the shop-it's five minutes down the road…shit! You don't think…" Ian trailed off, realising his mistake.

"Yes, I do think…did he take his mobile?" Spencer asked, watching as Ian came and sat down.

"I think so. If he's anything like what he used to be he takes his phone everywhere…I'll call it." Ian said, taking out his own mobile and searching through the phonebook for Tala's number.

Finding the number he pressed the call button and held the phone to his ear. He listened to the dial tone tentatively.

XX

Tala stirred. He forced his unwilling eyelids open slightly. His head throbbed more than it had before and his body was stiff. He felt as though he'd been beaten and was pretty sure he had. Something had woken him; he knew that for sure. His mind slowly began to register his surroundings and a ringing reached his ears.

My phone!

He looked about frantically, searching his person. His search came out fruitless.

"Looking for this Tala?"

Tala's very bones shook in fright as the voice that had addressed him rang in his ears. Looking up he forced his eyes further open and met a pair of glaring eyes. His own ice blue orbs moved to the left and were filled with the vision of his phone, flashing with Ian's name on the screen.

"Give me that!" Tala snapped, his temper flaring. He made to reach out but found himself unable to. Finally his brain caught up and was forced to register the situation. He was knocked out from behind on the pavement and after that things were black. Now, Tala's hands were tied behind his back; he was in a car with black interior, some form of limo he guessed by the layout of the seats; the man holding his phone, a solid glare painted on his face, was none other than his koibito's sadistic Grandfather.

"V…Voltaire…" Tala mumbled, a fear surfacing in him and causing his body, which he knew now had definitely been beaten, to tremble.

A smirk stretched across the old man's face as he turned away from Tala and, opening the window beside him, dropped the phone out of it, watching it smash apart as it moved away from the speeding car. Closing the window again he turned back to Tala and, moving closer to the red head, hooked a finger under his chin.

"You're my ticket to Kai. I've been after you for a week now but since that idiot pair came to look after you I haven't been able to get you on your own. Now that I have you I'm afraid it will be a short meeting; I'm sure Boris will find you so much more useful than I do." Voltaire released the trembling boy's chin and returned to where he had been sitting before.

"Why…why won't…you just leave us…alone?" Tala muttered, his words barely perceptible. A lone tear slipped down his cheek and he turned to stare out of the window he knew no one could see in through.

XX

"It cut out." Ian said, pulling the phone away from his ears as a beeping noise filtered through the earpiece, causing his head to buzz from his headache.

"Shit!" Spencer took out his own phone and dialled Davis' number; worry set deeply into his features.

"I'm so sorry Spence…I never thought…oh god Tala…" Ian fell onto the couch behind him. "What have I done?"

Spencer made no attempt to comfort the other boy. No matter how close they were, Ian's actions had more than just annoyed him and the blonde chose to keep his mouth shut, deciding to keep the number of conflicts between the two of them low.

XX

Davis sighed as he placed another sheet of paper onto the pile.

"One class to go…term papers are such a pain to mark." He muttered to himself taking a drink from the large mug of coffee beside him. He grimaced in discontent finding that the coffee was cold. He'd been up all night marking papers, trying to get them done before the weekend. "Aww, shit."

Standing up he removed his glasses and sat them beside the papers. Picking up the mug he wandered into the small kitchen beside his study.

"Ohio Davis. Did you stay up all night again?" Davis smiled at his wife, pressing a kiss to her lips before setting about making a fresh cup of coffee.

"Yes. How's the baby?" Davis replied, pouring hot water into his cup.

"I have an appointment at the gynaecologist today, I'll let you know tonight."

Davis finished making the coffee and took a large drink from the cup before placing it down on the counter. The phone ringing made him jump and he was glad that he'd put the cup down. Walking back through to his study he picked the phone up.

"Moshi moshi-Yamamoto Davis." He spoke into the phone. He only just recognised the voice that spoke back to him, the emotions mixed in the voice almost distorting it. "Slow down and repeat everything in plain Japanese so I can understand you." Davis muttered, Spencer's voice slurred and barely understandable. "Meet me at the school in half an hour-this is extremely serious."

Davis put the phone down and went back into the kitchen.

"Honey I have to go. Something's come up regarding the problem with Valkov. Good luck at the doctors." He kissed his wife quickly and made his way to the front door. Shoving his shoes and jacket on he turned back to his wife.

"I do hope those boys will be ok. Just let me know when you're coming home." Davis' wife waved to her husband as he rushed out of the door, grabbing his car keys on his way.

XX

Kai woke. His body was stiff and cold but strangely clean. Opening his eyes he sat up. Looking around he knew he wasn't in the Abbey's labs anymore but rather in one of the many rooms that once housed the hundred boys that were trained to be Boris' personal army. At a closer inspection a tinge of familiarity hit him.

"It can't be." He mumbled, his throat raw, voice hoarse. However, against his words, the room was, as he had suspected, the room in which he had endured years of restless sleep and dark dreams that still haunted him. "That bastard Boris, what does he really want!"

Kai attempted to stand up but his body protested violently and pain shot through him, forcing him to decide against getting to his feet. Finally studying himself he saw he had been cleaned and was dressed in a pale cotton shirt and trousers, much like the ones hospital patients wore. Pulling up the sleeves he found his arms bandaged, the left placed in a cast, and noticed the pain in his wrists had dulled. His face never ached as much as before and finding the small mirror mounted on wall, in the same place it had always been, he saw that even though a light bruise marred the right hand side of his face, the rest of it looked normal. He was glad that the position of the mirror never forced him to stand, as he knew the pain from Witte and Boris raping him hadn't faded. Taking a look at his hips he also found them bandaged, the white of the covers stained slightly red.

Lying back down on the bed he found it hard to lie on his back and rolled onto his stomach. He closed his eyes but knew sleep wouldn't come to him. He had a bad feeling that something was about to happen, and that he knew what that something was.

Tala…koi…please be ok…be safe…

XX

Nyah, chapter over. What is to become of Tala? What is to become of Kai? What are Boris and Voltaire planning? What the hell is a gynaecologist? Mwuhaha! Anyway I have a question to ask all you lovely reviewers, well two.

1. Do you want me to continue to answer reviews at the start of each chapter?

2.Should I pair off the remaining Russian boys? If so pick-

BryanxIan

SpencerxBryan

SpencerxIan

Or do I have a little TalaxBryan moment?

Arrigatou gozaimas#bows#