You might hate us you might love us- (bra-two's fault sorry) but we did it so we're off to hide (hides away)
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Mechanical Bruising
Chapter 6
Kai's long eyelashes fluttered open at the tiny ray of sunlight that fell onto the bed he lay in; strong arms wrapped around his waist, holding him so protectively that he thought he might melt inside the hold.
The early birds couldn't be heard from the dump of a house and as he moved slightly he saw the roof above him; the one holding thousands of kilograms of debris off of them; let a tiny lump of dust fall down while it groaned.
Before he'd been afraid of it collapsing on him; but it hadn't for the past 2 years so he'd gotten used to it. It wasn't so scary anymore, nothing seemed scary anymore; he brought the hands around him up to his lips and he kissed them.
He turned to face the sleeping boy behind him.
Soft magenta hair covered his face and the start of his shoulders; Kai thought this hair was a wonderful colour but the boy always complained it was girly and that's why he got seen as a weakling in the streets. Green eyes were shut peacefully; a huge healed scar on his cheek, Kai's delicate fingers brushing over the shiny pink skin.
It was in the shape of a swastika; Kai frowned as he remembered when Ziggy had told him how he'd gotten it.
Ziggy was Jewish and he'd run across a couple of Jew haters; they'd carved that into his skin but because he didn't want anyone to see it he'd let the blood run and smear anyone's view of it. Until Kai had cleaned it.
Ziggy was 16 right now; making him 4 years older than Kai; who'd grown from being the pathetic 10 year old who knew nothing about the streets; but it wasn't such a big deal in their relationship, because...Kai had found the once person he'd been searching for all his life.
Someone who would love and protect him no matter what...and someone who wouldn't die on him.
The boy fell to his knees on the other side of the dish, gasping for air, his breathing shallow as his lungs were having trouble functioning normally. Huge, salty teardrops fell from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks before splashing onto the ground soundlessly.
"Take him away!" a harsh male voice sneered. The defeated boy raised his head and blinked through the tears, realising what was happening. A look of panic came to his face as two men grabbed him by the arms and dragged him away.
"DONT LET THEM DO THIS!" he screamed helplessly and fought as best he could, no use though.
The man that had given the order walked over to him, a little smirk on his face as he placed a finger under his chin to look into his cold, icy blue eyes. Tala wanted to slap the hand away, to shout at the bastard to leave him alone. But this was the head of the Abbey...Boris. No one ever raised their voice against Boris.
"Well done, my boy. You're dismissed for now".
Tala nodded and walked away. He could feel the eyes of the other children on his back, burning in their stares, like they could see right through him. He shrugged it off and melted into the shadows. The beyblade in his pocket glowed slightly, radiating warmth.
These last two years had been a living hell for Tala, filled with pain, torture and beatings. Everyday he had to grit his teeth and keep his head raised high to not break down into tears in front of everyone. He had been destined to be the top blader at the Abbey, Boris kept telling him all the time, telling him that he should be grateful.
There was a flash of anger and sadness in his eyes. He would never ever forgive Boris for all the pain he had gone through.
Olivia raised her head as he entered the room, a little smile on her face.
"You are early back, Tala..."
He said nothing, just stared at her with his so ever cold and distant eyes, pain hidden deep within them. Olivia sighed as he walked off to his room, slamming the door behind him. Another bad day, she thought. She knew how much the red-haired angel loathed taking orders from Boris, to be ordered to defeat and test the younger Abbey boys to see if they were worthy to stay. No one ever defeated Tala.
She just wished that things could have turned out differently.
Inside the room Tala was pacing around.
He hated it when everyone stared at him, stared at him like he was some kind of freak; they remembered when he was weaker than them, it was a distant memory for him; back when he'd been innocent- back when he'd been alive!
Sitting down upon his bed he drove his hand into his pocket and took a white beyblade out, a wolf imprinted in the middle; it glowed blue as if to comfort him.
This abbey; this place, it all made him sick… he wanted to forget everyone, everything he'd ever learnt here. He knew it was nothing but lies; power would bring you nothing because…Boris would hold the power over you and he would steal your own away from you.
You were just a pawn in a twisted game of chest.
He had thought of many ways of escaping this place, knew every hidden door and every passage out of this hell hole, the bad thing was every single one of them led to either a dead end or a forbidden area of the abbey which was swarming with guards, all who gladly had fun in his punishment.
His hand gripped tighter around the beyblade, his eye brows furrowed in anger.
Why did he deserve being here! What had he done to be so special in Boris' eyes, why did everyone hate him just because he tried to survive?
As Tala stormed past his window, deep in anger, he almost didn't notice the amazing glimpse outside.
The abbey gates…they were……open…
He'd never seen them open in all his time here, and he'd been here for 14 years…well that's what people told him… they told him he'd been born here, his parents had both been abbey workers, special chosen to breed him.
He chuckled bitterly… breed… it was like he was some animal, but that's what they were all here…just animals.
He slid open the window, Olivia had special privileges as Boris' right-hand, and he smelt the air; his ice eyes staring amazed and…slightly happy at the open gates.
All the lights were off and most children asleep; it was midnight and the abbey had a sharp 9pm curfew, he only got out of this rule as some lessons ran longer for the more advanced students; it was pitch black and he was sure no other person could see the gates were open.
He only could because he had excellent vision; it was almost red and green mixed at this time of day. He didn't know why his eyes were different; asking everyone just proved useless because he knew everyone would betray you sooner or later.
Even his parents had abandoned him… or they had been killed.
Lots of children died at the abbey, but the place was so complex and well funded that no one ever found out about the deaths that mass numbered in this one building.
He slipped his blade into the pocket of his white trousers; shedding his outer jumper, leaving him in an orange t-shirt, he was afraid the white would stand out; darker colours would stay covered in the dark.
He checked behind him; his bed unmade even after he'd sat on it; his door not locked… he'd have to leave the window open as well… why not let them know he'd escaped… he wasn't going to die in this abbey like so many others.
The Director had become his most hated enemy since the beginning, since he'd refused to pick him up because he was mentally confused… because he wasn't perfect
He wanted that man to suffer knowing his perfection had escaped; his perfection had kicked dirt in his eyes and told him he wasn't perfection.
And he jumped from the 5th story building, and he landed with no broken bones and ran for the exit, the gates to heaven…
Kai held Ziggy's hand tightly; it was pitch dark at night and he heard the gently clink of metal upon metal as Ziggy's trusted gun hit against the metal of his own beyblade. Kai had introduced it to him, because even if Kai hated to beyblade he loved Dranzer so much that he wanted Cain to find his very own special Bitbeast.
Ziggy hadn't yet found that Bitbeast but with Kai's training he'd learnt how to blade professionally, and even though the gangs still used drugs and violent, used death to show their power, sometimes they had beybattles since the increase of the sport.
Kai clutched his hand tighter and Ziggy smiled back, stopping their walking through the streets to peck him on the lips, making Kai smile. If there was anyone who'd saved Kai from certain death more than once it was Ziggy.
With out the magenta haired boy he was sure he'd be dead on his first night, then again wasn't that when Ziggy had threatened him? He laughed remembering.
A soft scuffle in the dustbins notified them people could be around and they started up their pace again, moving swiftly through the streets like only they could.
A sudden crash of a dustbin behind them, trash flying everywhere, Kai turning shocked to see who it was, his hair whipping about his face, catching the gleam of a silver gun in the night before Ziggy yelled at him and wrapped his arms around Kai's upper body, yanking him from the spot and beginning to run down the alleyways.
Kai gasped and shut his eyes, holding on tightly to Cain's shoulders; his hair whipping about him, his legs wrapping around his lovers waist as the boy jumped over a dustbin, knocking it over to the side as he did so to knock the others off their trail.
The loud explosion dug into Kai's brain and a nearby wall just to the right of his head was broken to bits, debris of filthy bricks went all over the alleyway, the shock causing Ziggy to stumble slightly, but he kept his balance and shot back up; gripping Kai tighter, as he regained his balance.
Kai felt the magenta hair tickle his nose and something in the bottom of his stomach sunk. Something bad was going to happen and he knew it.
But as another bullet barley missed the side of his head the feeling was shaken away and he smiled clinging onto Ziggy and kissing the boys neck for comfort. They ran from guns every night, they would make it out of this one like always.
Tala slipped under a nearby truck waiting in the depo department of the abbey, listening closely to the Russian spoken between drivers.
He didn't know how he knew, but he did, he knew that the gate was exactly 20 feet to his north-east and that to get to it he needed to slip pass the depo, which was the only place lit in this darkness that swallowed the abbey.
He heard thick footsteps of metal heels go up some stones steps and a short rustling inside the depo department before all was silent.
He slipped carefully from under the truck and heard someone shout out at him from behind; he turned swiftly and gave a kick to the man in the face, he slammed against the white truck and Tala placed him so he was underneath the truck, hidden; quickly turning and sprinting for the next piece of shadow to hide in; he pressed himself against the stone wall and felt his eyes click, suddenly certain things were red in the middle while pale yellow on the outside, some things blue; seeing only heat.
He'd often asked if other people had their eyes change sights like this but people just replied that he was crazy and after asking once he never asked again. This was all before Olivia's betrayal, he felt his fists ball tightly, it clicked again after a scan and everything was in a deep red, the gates closer than ever.
He made a dash for it and slipped out of the wire mess, feet hitting the dirt path that led into the nearest Japanese city; he'd recently been transferred with Boris to a Japanese Biovault, he would have been returning in two days time back to his home land, Russia.
The dim lights of the city came into view and suddenly everything snapped back to normal vision; his feet pounding heavily upon the dirt path which soon turned to concrete steadily, his chest heaving with his panting breath, his beyblade hitting against his leg in steady rhythm.
He stopped just outside the street; his eyes turning back to how far he'd run; the abbey was just a distant smudge on the only high mountain around.
Had he really done it? Had the really escaped the abbey?
Had it really been that easy?
Kai ducked as another stray bullet was aimed and fired at them. Ziggy dodged behind a narrow alley way and jumped high; gripping onto the fire-escape and climbing for all he was worth; Kai holding on tightly to his back (he'd been moved during the run) his eyes clasped shut; his hands felt the gun and beyblade in each of Ziggy's breast pockets of the shirt Kai'd bought for him.
When he said bought he meant stolen of course. Money was non-existence in the streets so they had to steal everything; Kai's mother had told him stealing was wrong, but Ziggy had told him there were no wrong or right…and Ziggy was the one still alive.
Ziggy soon reached the top in record speed and rolled over onto the roof of the building; placing Kai down and gripping the boy's smaller hand firmly within his own.
"Don't you dare let go!" he said firmly, the distance sound of bullets being aimed at the fire escape, the clambering of many feet after them.
Kai nodded and they began to run.
"If you give up half way you will die" Kai nodded.
Kai's breath was in sharp gasps as his feet pounded across the hard roof; Ziggy's hand moving with his own as they moved with the wind.
They soon came to the edge of this building and Ziggy let Kai jump across to the next first; the smaller boy just getting across it; slipping down onto his hands and knees, Ziggy following quickly, gripping his hand and yanking him upwards and the sounds of the feet upon the fire-escape grew louder.
Kai's eyes grew wide as the next downward journal came.
He lowered onto his knees and his hands gripped the drain pipe he was going to slide down; a bullet crashed into the ground right in front of his face.
"GO!" Ziggy yelled, pushing his body off the wall, he cried out as he slid down roughly, his fingers burning and cutting on the steal bolts that held it together, he landed hard onto the top of a huge dustbin, rolling off of it, he looked up instantly, waiting for Cain to follow him.
He screamed.
Ziggy was just about to follow him when 3 or more bullets showered him; hitting him in the chest twice and in the back of the head; blood was poured into the wind and his body fell hard into the dustbin, hair and the shirt Kai had gotten him fluttering up, and he rolled off to land in front of Kai.
Kai's eyes were huge and full of tears.
"CAIN!"
He made a move to go to the boy right in front of him; the dead boy who still bled; but the noise from above made him move behind the dustbin, hiding for all his was worth while he began to hyperventilate.
"Hey; I think we got him"
Tala wandered the streets, enjoying his new found freedom when he heard a lot of noise, bullet noises coming from the roofs above him.
His eyes quickly saw two boys jump one after another over a roof top, his eyes closing up upon the first who was a young bluenette; a young pretty bluenette.
But they soon disappeared and he saw bullets follow them, his senses picked up and he began to run to the end of the alley way, changing and bending on meeting those kinks in the alleyways compared to the roof path and followed the ones running.
He turned the corner and saw only a dead boy fall from the sky; blood falling down his and over his body and clothes.
The sight was sickening because he landed right in front of the bluenette; who screamed the boys name, but with the noise of the ones who had been shooting he hid behind the dustbin; the other boy surely dead; Tala's other visions could not pick up any signs of life; cold and motionless, but still bleeding.
Tala turned back, breathing deeply, pressed against the wall as he heard the other people above them talk quick Japanese; a language he still did not understand.
Eventually they left the sight and after 10 empty minutes of deep breathing Tala heard the boy hidden begin to move; loud sorrowful moans erupting from his mouth; Tala watched sadly, wanting to tear his eyes away, yet he couldn't.
The boy began to mutter in Japanese, until he was screaming; clutching and kissing onto the dead boy body as if he'd been his only life line.
Tala tore his eyes away and began to run; run anywhere as long it was far away from that place.
The found his feet pounding with a new adrenaline back on the dirt road; the memory of that dead boy, and the one who'd sobbed over him still in his mind, fresh and sorrowful.
The found himself back at the abbey, back inside, and he ran up to Olivia, burst through the doors and threw himself at her; she was shocked of course but he began to sob tears into her stomach as he held onto her for support like he'd done so many years ago… and he cried as much as the other boy did; like it were over a dead body.
Kai gripped onto Cain's body, moaning the boys name over and over again, yelling at him why did he have to die, and claiming he'd left him to die; all these accusations pouring out of his mouth to wash over a dead body, staring up at him with lifeless green eyes he been looking into this very morning; the mouth he'd kissed having a trail of blood leaking out, his chest in pieces and Kai's head rapidly covering in blood as he screamed.
Why did everyone he love die? Why did they always leave him, why, why, why, why, why, why!
Why did they always leave him when he needed them most; why did they leave him so alone?
Tears poured from his eyes and pathetic sobs rose to the empty dead sky; dead as Cain was.
The boy's body didn't reply, and he kept expecting it to. For Ziggy to come back to life and tell him it'd just all been a joke. He'd slap him of course but he'd be so happy he was alive that he wouldn't mind.
He just wanted him back… and he wanted it so badly it made him sick.
He threw up nearby and by now his mourning had died down to pathetic tears running down his face like waterfalls, he removed the shirt from Ziggy's body; it had 2 huge bullet holes in the back and was drenched in blood, but he felt strange as he slipped it over his clothes, held it tight to his body, as if it was Ziggy himself.
He felt the warm reassurance of the gun in the left breast pocket; the blade in the right.
He took the blade out and felt more tears come.
He couldn't do anything for the body; he couldn't phone the police because he had no phone, no money, no story, they could easily think he'd killed him. But he didn't want to leave Ziggy's body to rot.
Picking it up he began to weep again and he shuffled away, blood trailing after him like a mark of death. Everywhere he'd go people would die, and he didn't like that.
Maybe he should just shut off from the world, to protect people… to keep them safe from the reaper that followed him.
He reached the place where he lived; and gently lay Ziggy's bleeding body upon the mattress they had sex in so many times; he kissed the boy's forehead.
"You're hair is so pretty"
He brushed it away and, pressed his lips against the cold un-responding ones of his love's, he then pulled the sheet over the body and stood up; his face hidden from view as he stood over the bed, the ghostly shape of a human under the sheets frightened him.
He felt Dranzer grow warm in his pocket and he pulled the blade out, staring at the shining Bitbeast with confused, clouded eyes.
Ziggy had loved to beyblade; Kai hated it, hated it because it reminded him of his grandfather, but clutching Dranzer tightly in his hand he removed the bitchip and placed the blade upon Ziggy's chest; pulling out Ziggy's blue and red blade, he slipped the bitchip in and it clicked so easily.
Now when he bladed he would think only of Ziggy- of Cain, his fingers brushed over the spray painted wall of the living room; the body behind him now; the wall that held his lovers name.
He tightened the cloth of Ziggy's blood drenched top around himself, his face dry, tears long since used… he would always cry for Ziggy of course, but he was scared… he couldn't remember anything about his mother's looks, would he forget what Ziggy looked like? Would he forget about Ziggy? He didn't ever want to forget; but he was afraid he would; because right now as he was leaving the house; leaving to continue Ziggy's love of Beyblading, as he was leaving Ziggy's face was an empty shadow he was slowly forgetting.
But he had a photo in the back of his trousers, a photo they'd managed to take in a booth after thieving money. It showed them happy and together; he was sitting on Cain's lap and their cheeks were pressed in happiness.
But more importantly…it showed them both alive…alive and together.
And slowly…he began to wander far away from the house; passing as if in a daze, and he vaguely heard Beyblades spinning; his own zombie self brought him into the clearing; 4 young boys who were all older than himself turned his way with menacing stares; his mind was still back in shock over Ziggy's sudden death and with a dead voice he spoke
"………I want to join"
(Still hiding you know)
Paradise
