Bffimagine: Ok. I'm back, and very peeved.
Kai: Why would you be peeved?
Bffimagine: I turned twelve.
Kai: So?
Bffimagine: NOW I FEEL SO OLD!
Kai: O.o
"His fever is still at 108 degrees Celsius," Tala shook his head.
Kai moaned softly.
"We have to bring this fever down," Spencer stated. A conspicuous flush was heating Kai's skin.
"There's nothing we can do," Bryan bit his lip nervously, "If we take him to a hospital the interrogator can track us and he'll come back for Kai."
"The infections are pretty bad," Rei informed them, his voice trembling.
"Nothing too bad," Ian nodded, checking Kai over.
"The blood isn't poisoned, but it will be if we don't clean out the cuts and welts. The bullet wounds seem to be the only infected areas. I think they put the bullets in some sort of acidic volume of arsenic, or maybe benzene. I can't tell for certain."
"If he's going to make it through tonight, we'd better bring his temperature down," Bryan took a wary glance at Rei.
Rei was shaking with a mixture of fear and anxiety, and his eyes were shiny with unshed tears.
"Rei, you'd better get some sleep. We'll look after Kai," Tala placed his hand soothingly on the neko-jin's shoulder.
"I think the rest of the team should be here," he suggested, and Spencer nodded. He picked up a phone and began dialing Mr. Dickenson's number as Rei quickly fell asleep.
"Mr. Dickenson, there has been an incident. Please send the Bladebreakers directly to Moscow, Russia, and we will meet them at the airport."
Spencer hung up before the baffled Mr. Dickenson could reply.
"You sounded like some people from the Nuclear Bomb Association or something," Bryan had an edge to his voice that showed his sympathy for Mr. Dickenson, "You probably scared him half to death. Now he's going to come with Tyson and the others."
"We can't let him get here," Tala announced, "He can't see Kai. Otherwise he'll surely send him to a hospital despite whatever we say. Then the interrogator will find him and try to get him to talk."
"TALA!"
"What is it, Ian?" The redhead turned curiously toward the purple-haired boy.
"Kai was darted," Ian explained, alarmed.
"Darted? With what?"
"It's some kind of neural correction fluid," Ian explained further, "It restores someone's memories." Ian gently pulled the needle out of Kai's neck.
"That might be what's making the memories come back to him," Spencer analyzed, "And the bullet wound infections have made him delirious, so he's spilling worse than an overflowing cup."
"It's a good thing we got him away from the interrogator," Bryan added, "Otherwise he'd be able to convict someone of Boris' murder."
"Kai hasn't given enough information for a conviction anyway," Ian continued the topic bitterly.
"No, but he's given a beginning chapter to a narrative," Tala's eyes went cold, "And the interrogator's going to have author's advantage; he writes the rest of the story."
"It's all going to be lies," Spencer scoffed.
"But we don't have any proof that they're lies. We can't remember much either: only what they did to us. Not how we got to that abbey, who we were before… none of it." Ian twiddled his fingers absently.
"This neural correction fluid… is it just fixing the damage Boris caused?" Bryan inquired tentatively.
Tala thought for a moment.
"No. It's doing more damage. By the time it wears off, Kai probably will start having nightmares of what Boris erased; all the memories of pain, when they tortured him, when they tortured us, and…" Tala gulped, "How his parents died."
"And in the morning he'd remember none of it, just be shaken badly and eventually go mad. It might drive him to killing himself," Ian finished.
"Everyone here is on the interrogator's suspect list," Spencer mused aloud, "So there's a high chance we'll all be sent to court."
The interrogator smirked.
"They've figured me out," he snickered, "So I'm going to have to kill that boy… and all the rest of them as well."
"It's over. The fluid has worn off," Ian assessed, lightly touching Kai's forehead, "But his fever still hasn't broken. If it's possible, he's even hotter than before."
Rei bit his lip.
"It IS possible," Tala remarked sadly, reading the thermometer, "He running a fever of 110 degrees Celsius."
"He's going to die if we don't get his fever to break," Bryan quickly stated.
"We can't bring him to a hospital," Rei repeated from before, "But we can't just let him die."
"The nightmares have started," Ian analyzed, gesturing to Kai, who was moaning and grasping the sheets in his sleep.
"What are we going to do?"
"Alright boys," Mr. Dickenson said, his voice quivering, "We're here. I have business to attend to, so I'll be back in Japan. But if you need anything, give me a call."
Tyson and Max nodded, then referred to their map for directions. Kenny was busy with his laptop.
"Well, it's not far," Max shrugged cheerily.
"No, but what could've happened? Knowing Kai, he probably beat up some kids and is being convicted of assault. But… what if something—worse—happened?" Tyson gave his friends the most puzzled look he could muster.
"Well, Rei's probably fine since Kai's so protective, but I can't say the same for Kai himself," Kenny muttered simply, his eyes not lifting from the screen.
Silence.
"We'd better go."
"I can't stand it anymore!" Rei threw up his arms in exasperation, "We've been sitting here, watching Kai die by inches, and we aren't doing anything about it! WE HAVE TO HELP HIM!"
"There's nothing we can do!" Tala stood and came face to face with Rei.
"There has to be! THERE HAS TO BE!"
"Calm down Rei."
Rei turned his amber eyes to someone he knew well.
"Tyson!"
Max smiled and waved, and Kenny closed his laptop.
"What's up? Where's Kai?"
"He's… asleep," Tala said quickly, "So keep your voice down."
"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight. If he was asleep, how could he stand all the noise you guys were making?"
"Because… he's—" Bryan started.
"Dying," Ian blurted out, tired of the tension.
A long moment of silence hung in the air.
"Boris was killed," Tala explained, "And in order to find out who did it, they questioned Kai. TO make a long story short, he was tortured and almost killed. There's nothing we can do to help him. He's going to die."
"Boris was killed."
All eyes turned to Kai, whose face was still flushed, body still stiff and rigid, but was talking in quiet rasps.
"He was killed," Kai continued, "It was any of us… it was someone else."
"Who?" Tala pressed.
"Someone who wanted all of this to happen. Someone… wanted… to… kill…" Kai trailed off.
"Kai? KAI!" Rei shook Kai's shoulders. A deathly cold embraced Kai in a vice grip.
"He's gone," Ian choked out, his hand on Kai's wrist.
"But… the mystery still has yet to solve," Bryan thought out loud, "Who wanted to frame us? Who exactly did they want to kill? Who wanted Boris dead?"
"I know who it was," Kenny nodded, placing the pieces together, It was—"
The door burst open, letting in rain none of them had noticed falling. Lightning shot through the darkness and illuminated the face of Boris' killer…
bffimagine: DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN.
Kai: I died AGAIN!
Rei: That was odd. And I'm guessing… one more chapter?
Bffimagine: One more chapter… yep, that's right. Haha. Who killed Boris? Who wanted this to happen? Who is the interrogator person? Why did they kill Kai? Was their true intention to kill Kai in the first place… REVIEW AND FIND OUT!
