I've received some oh-so subtle hints to update, so here's the new chapter. Though I think I'll be getting some death threats after this (sweatdrops) Enjoy!
"What!"
Wyatt inwardly winced at the outcry. He nervously stood in front of a large group of bladers. Some he has met before, others he had not. The two females of the group had left to gather all the other bladers just to keep them out of Tyson's way. "That's what I heard, word for word."
The Blitzkrieg boys all looked at him, their eyes twitching and their bodies shaking with suppressed rage. It looked like it was taking all their willpower not to storm out of this room, hung Tyson down and serve his head on a pike.
"Did he say what the poison was?" Spencer asked after a moment.
Wyatt shook his head. "No, he just said he had the antidote."
"Damn it." Spencer cursed, his anger and frustration matched by everyone else in the room.
"What do we do?" Bryan asked through the grit of his teeth. "Tyson and Barthez can't get away with this."
Claude looked over the group, sensing nothing but hatred and frustrations from them all. He glanced over to his best friend to find that he was staring at the floor, his hands balled into fist by his side, shaking. "Miguel?"
"That little bastard! I'll kill him! What the hell was he thinking!" He sudden stormed towards the door, intent on kicking the crap out of Tyson but Ray and Michael grabbed him before he could make it to the door.
"Calm down, Miguel." Ray said as he latched onto his arm.
"Let go of me." Miguel hissed, his face holding a rare anger.
"Marching down there and beating the crap out of Tyson isn't going to get us anywhere." Michael said as he stood in front of him.
"Why would he do this?" Raul whispered, his hands clutching the material of his clothing.
Robert shook his head, bewildered. "I suppose jealousy can make people do stupid things."
"This isn't jealousy, it's plain lunacy!" Tala suddenly snarled, his eyes narrowed and murderous. "I agree with Miguel, lets hunt that little bastard down and beat the shit out of him!"
"Oh yeah, I'm all for it!" Bryan agreed whole heartedly as he and Tala made their way over to the door. Ray and Michael shared a look. They know that they don't stand a chance against two murderous Russians.
"Wait!" Spencer suddenly yelled, causing everyone to stop still.
"What!" Tala spun around and snarled.
"I understand that all of you are bloodthirsty for revenge, I am too, but lets wait a minute." Spencer said. "What if he really has the antidote? We have no idea what Kai has been poisoned with."
"That's easy." Johnny said, punching his fist into his hand. "We'll hunt Tyson down and beat the answer out of him."
"Agreed." Miguel said, finally managing to shake both Ray and Michael off.
"Spencer is right, lets wait to see if Tyson turns up with the antidote." Robert stood in front of the door, blocking anyone from leaving. "Then we'll pound the shit out of him."
Everyone in the room froze and stared at Robert, giving him the shining example of a fish out of water expression.
Robert blushed slightly. "What?" He said, indignant, his hands on his hips. "I'm mad as hell too, you know?"
Spencer smirked then shook his head. "Anyway, this might be our only chance to save Kai, lets not loose it."
Immediately everyone looks over to the bed where Kai is. One of his hands clutched painfully at the material of his shirt over his heart as the other grasped with white knuckles at the bed linen. He rolled his head to the side and let out a painful mew, which tugged at everyone's heart strings.
"Yes, of course." Miguel whispered and walked over to the bed. "Kai is our main concern." He sits down beside him and takes his hand, running his thumb over the smooth skin of the back of his hand.
"We probably won't have to wait long." Johnny said, turning away from the heartbreaking sight. "Tyson likes to be the center of attention and when he finds out that there is a whole herd of us in he, he'll be in like a flash."
Bryan nodded, then turned his attention to Wyatt who had stood in the background, uncomfortable the whole time. "You better hide Wyatt, you said that Tyson caught a glimpse of you, didn't he?"
Wyatt nodded, slightly fearful. "I think so."
"Well then you better lay low, just until we get the antidote." Bryan said.
"You don't think he'll…"
"Chances are it's highly likely." Robert replied solemnly.
"Don't worry." Aaron said, looping an arm around Wyatt's neck. "He won't get near you."
Wyatt looked up at Aaron and nodded with a small smile. "Thanks Aaron."
"I can't wait to see the look on Tyson's face when he finds out that we know what he's been up to." Tala said, punching his fist into his hand. "That's before I smash it in, of course."
"You guys just can't go murder Tyson, you know." Michael said.
Tala turned on him and gave him the most frightening look anyone had ever seen. "But he can get away with poisoning Kai?"
"I didn't say that-"
"There is such thing called Justifiable Homicide, you know." Bryan quipped.
"I really don't think that will count when ALL of you gang up on him." Michael replied with a shake of his head. "Think about it. How would Kai feel knowing that he was the reason you all got in trouble? I know what Tyson had done is wrong, but we simply can't pin him to the ground and pound the shit out of him."
"His right, you know." Claude said, speaking up for the first time since he and the others had found out the truth. "Tyson is well liked. If we do that, we'll be the bad guys. No one would believe that Tyson would do anything to hurt anyone."
Tala snarled, then spun around, punching the wall behind him with such force that the plaster cracked. "Damn it!"
"Tala." Claude said, walking over to his boyfriend to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder. He whispered something into the redhead's ear, with succeeded in claiming him down slightly.
"The little bastard knows that, doesn't he?" Bryan sneered.
The group fell into and uncomfortable silence, each one thinking up ways to save Kai and to make Tyson pay for everything that he had done.
Miguel gently stroked the side of Kai's face as his other hand tighten around Kai's clammy hand. His mind kept going over what Wyatt had told them earlier. The dart was meant for him. He was suppose to be lying in this bed, suffering from a high fever, not Kai. Had Kai known that? Had he realized that he was in danger and purposely placed himself in front of him in case anything should happen?
He can't let Tyson get away with this. He needs to pay for what he had done. By how…?
"Wait! I know." Miguel said suddenly. "We'll hit him where is hurts the most."
Everyone turned their attention to him. "What?" They all asked, hopeful.
"His ego." Miguel smirked. He saw the group looked confused and motioned them over. "I have an idea."
… … … … …
Tyson stepped into a darken arena, slightly confused as to why he hadn't bumped into anyone yet. They're usually falling over themselves to get near the world Beyblade Champion. Where had all the bladers gone anyway?
He stepped onto the beydish when suddenly a powerful spotlight lit up directly over him and the beydish. "What?"
"Tyson."
"Who's there?" Tyson asked, peering out into the darkness. He heard footsteps and a moment later a familiar Spanish blond blader appeared, his face down and his eyes covered in shadows. "Hey, what's up Miguel?" He asked, trying to keep any annoyance from his voice. Miguel was the last person he wanted to see.
"Tyson, you conniving little bastard." Miguel snarled, snapping his murderous gaze towards him. "Give me that antidote right now."
I'm feeling a little bit cheeky so I'm ending it here. Please don't kill me!
Tala: yeah, don't kill her. If she dies she won't be able to continue, now will she?
(Nods vigorously) That's right. Thanks Tala.
Tala: You can kill her after she's finished writing the fic.
…Go to hell Tala.
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