Hi! This is kind of a short chapter...but you get to see the gang fight!
Wow! Chapter Eight already? I'm afraid you guys may have to wait a tiny bit for Chapter Nine. I haven't even finished writing it yet! I'm almost done!
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" Eye of the tiger, Tala." Spencer grinned.
" Yeah…" Yuri tried to smile back. He was terrified. The guys had shown him pictures and videos of the old Tala, so he knew how he should act. He just wasn't sure if he could pull it off. The videos had shocked him. This Tala Valkov people claimed was him was cruel. He seemed to be pure evil. Yuri didn't think he wanted to recover from his amnesia if that was what he was going to return to.
The five young men got out of the car and walked until they stood in front of the warehouse's front doors.
Yuri took a deep breath. It was starting. He raised his hand and pounded hard on the metal door. Loud, resounding clangs filled the air. Yuri winced and resisted the urge to look around. He half-expected sirens and policemen demanding to know why he was making such a racket.
A window opened above and a young Hispanic man leaned out. His white muscle shirt was stained, and Yuri guessed he was drunk because of the way he squinted to bring them into focus.
" Who're you?" He called down in a slurred voice.
" Just stopping by for tea!" Yuri spoke loudly.
" Wai'…Aren' you Neobor'?" The man asked suspiciously.
" After all this time, you still remember us? I'm touched." Yuri called. He saw Kai give him a discreet thumbs-up.
" Wai' there jus' a second." The man drew back.
" Ready?" Kai asked the group, gripping his own knife tightly.
" Yep." The three, more prepared, men answered. Yuri could only nod. He nervously clutched his long dagger.
With an eerie creak, the warehouse doors swung open. Neoborg stepped inside. As soon as they entered the doors slammed shut.
" Ooh, impressive! Mechanical ghost doors." Yuri laughed. Inside though, he was shaking.
An Italian man with a goatee appeared from the shadows. " What're you doing here?" He eyed Neoborg's garb warily.
" Versallo! I have a bone to pick with you." Yuri smiled.
" What?" Versallo looked considerably more nervous; his hand went to the gun at his side.
" Now, now. You know how I dislike firearms." Yuri carelessly made a motion with his wrist. One of Kai's shuriken flew past him and imbedded itself into Versallo's hand. Red liquid spurted from the wound. Versallo hissed in pain.
" Now, as you see, Bryan has a bit of an injury. I heard that one of your men might have caused it." Yuri continued, gaining confidence.
" I don't know what you're talking about." Versallo said, making a signal with his hand. " I heard that you were in a nasty accident, Valkov. Heard that you lost your memory." Hispanic men began to gather at the edges of the room.
" You heard wrong." Yuri said simply. As if that was a cue, the men began moving in. Yuri's friends adopted fighting stances. One of the bulkier men approached Yuri. Yuri tightened his grip on his dagger, drawing it out into view.
The man drew a long sword and slashed Yuri's arm. A long cut appeared, red with blood. The man moved at an incredible speed, slicing at Yuri until the redheaded boy was backed up against a pillar. Blood dripped from various places, but the most vivid cut was the one on Yuri's face. It crossed his left cheek diagonally.
The man raised his sword. " Looks like I, Raul, will be known as the man who took down the great Tala Valkov." He smirked.
Yuri knew he had to act now, or he would die. Aya flashed in his mind. He suddenly brought up his dagger and plunged it in Raul's stomach. " Sorry, Raul."
The Hispanic man fell from Yuri's bloody knife. Instead of feeling horror, Yuri felt some sort of belonging, like this was what he was meant to do. His stomach twisted at the normalcy of his emotions. Was he really a murderer?
" Tala! Snap out of it!" Ian hissed as he ran by. Yuri blinked and looked up; several men were drawing near him. He would have to squelch his nausea for the moment. Yuri steeled himself, hoping that the hilt of his dagger, which was slippery with blood, would have enough grip for the oncoming battle.
From that moment, Yuri lost himself. He barely took notice of his opponents, relying on pure instinct. All he saw was freshly split blood and the flash of metal. He began to derive some weird pleasure from the fight. He hardly felt his own injuries, and a twisted smile had formed on his lips. He did remember though, that in the middle of a scuffle, a loud bang had echoed through the warehouse.
" Tala! Tala! Yuri!" A voice entered the haze that clouded Yuri's mind. Yuri looked up to see Kai's face.
" What?" Yuri snarled, the blood lust not completely gone. Kai was unfazed however, and carefully pried Yuri's bloodstained dagger out of his equally bloody hand.
" We have company." Kai said.
Yuri looked past him and into the shocked faces of Aya and Mariah. His heart fell. " Oh no."
Aya was terrified. This Yuri was so different from the one she knew a few hours ago. His clothes were ripped and bloody, the red fluid covering and dripping off his fingers. His hair was messy and even more spiked than before, their red colour enhanced by the blood that soaked it. The same liquid slid down his cheek from his previous wound and his irises were practically white. They had a wild look in them, and his pupils had contracted to slits.
" Aya!" Yuri called, but it was no use. The two girls fled. Yuri now realized the bang he heard must've been the warehouse doors opening.
" No. Oh god." Yuri moaned, falling to his knees. " No." He buried his face in his hands. Nausea overtook him and he bent over and threw up, his hands now at his sides, supporting him.
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