Mechanical Bruising
Chapter10
Swirling...that was all his vision seemed to do...Swirls of shades that covered his sight. His left eye was too swollen for him to see anything through it at all. One of the guys had started beating him for no reason, and when the lilac haired guy found out he had simply pulled out a gun and shot the other in the knee, making the rest of the gang stare at him wide eyed in fear and respect.
"Don't dare hurt his face...This little toy is way too precious to have his face bruised"
That was what the leader of the gang had said...Tala didn't know what he meant about toy, he was no toy. He was a living human, just like them! He wanted to kick and scream in protest at those words, but the chains were holding him down. His hand opened, the fingers brushing over the mattress he was lying on. It sent chills down his spine to know that hew as all alone. Would Kai come to get him..? He hoped so.
Tala didn'tt turn his head as the door opened with a squeaky sound and a shadowy figure slipped inside. The figure stood by the bed, staring down at him with a piercing gaze that made Tala want to hide. He wouldn't look; he didn't want to see that face.
"Little toy...Are ya too scared to even look at me?" said the soft voice evilly, followed by a chuckle that made the blood freeze in his veins and his heart rate increase. The bed went down under the weight of the older boy as he placed himself on the bed, his knees on each side of Tala's legs. A rough hand cupped his jaw and forced him to look up into a pair of cold, evil eyes. "Look at me...toy"
Tala stared up at him breathlessly, the fear shining through. Those eyes…they made him want to hide in shame and guilt and fear, made him want to never come back out from his hideout. He needed to...be rescued, he thought, a lump forming in his throat as a thumb trailed his jaw line. A whimper escaped his lips when a mouth was pressed to his own forcefully, a tongue pushing its way past his teeth. He lay quietly as the thing roamed him mouth eagerly.
"Guys…are you sure this was the best thing to do?" asked Michelangelo nervously as the four boys sat chilling out in the park. Stewart was beybattling Carlos at the moment to not be bored out of their skulls, and the other two were watching them with mild interest.
"Whaddya mean, the 'best thing to do?'" asked Cynthia, arching his eyebrows in wondering.
"I mean...leaving the redhead to that gang…They will beat him like shit ya know"
"Of course...why'd ya think we did it?"
Michelangelo, silenced, said nothing more. He was feeling so damn guilty; he had never wanted to hand Tala over in the first place. But being the youngest and also the one most cowardice he had nothing to say in such matters. Sometimes he hated his mates for being so cold, so uncaring and so...damn stupid. He never liked hurting people like they did. Why was he hanging out with them in the first place? He wondered silently in his own mind.
Cynthia eyed him weirdly as he stood up leave. "Where ya going?"
"Nowhere…just bored…I'll go for a walk or some shit..." he replied with a huge, false grin. Cynthia shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention towards the beybattle again. Michelangelo sighed in relief as he vanished out of sight. He needed to find Kai and help him get Tala back.
Kai was actually so sure that Michelangelo would feel over whelming guilt that he even stopped his search (even though; of course; the worry was just eating away at his fragile little heart- well maybe not that but there was a weird sense of motherly protection going on somewhere) He stopped searching the roof tops and the back alleys and sat on a park bench and lit up a cigarette to enjoy.
But even though he actually knew who Tala was being held by and who had given him over; he didn't actually have a very solid thought on where that rival gang might be… he knew almost every other gang that wandering around the backstreets, knowing which ones started and fight and when they started it because of his position on the slightly moronic food chain on the alleyways.
Bryan's gang (The Fakes) were a very non-positioned gang, they were really all over the place. They never stayed in one area, always scurrying around for a new place to 'hang'. Jesus-Christ that one phrase annoyed Kai beyond belief. Did all the gangs think they were just here to 'hang' and look cool, unfortunately for them he had a much bigger task at hand.
To simply become the best, to honour Cain and to show everyone that he actually fought for someone other than himself which was what most people didn't believe. To them he was a cold, killing machine; but in truth he'd only actually killed about 5 out of the desired 7 who had shot Cain. But the last two deaths would follow quickly enough.
Bryan was well known for his harshness, rumour flew everywhere around him, and because Kai was Kai getting the newest one was as simple as shaking and threatening the nearest drunk (or one of his team-mates)
Bryan was said to cut (this knowledge alone made the one slash mark on Kai's wrist throb with pain that made him regret it more and more- How Bryan could do that amazed Kai as he remembered how painful his one had been) and to abuse his team mates in a way that Kai didn't. Of course Kai shouted and abused his team verbally, but he didn't hit them (how could he when they were much taller and stronger than he was- and older) and Bryan was said to even have one team member just there to… sexually please him. That one boy Kai remembered seeing very briefly in the last street war between Bryan's gang and another unimportant gang; he'd been pretty and had long hair to his ankles, black as the night with yellow (almost amber) eyes and had many a feline quality about him. Kai had found himself wrap his frayed and very dirty, blood stained, shirt around himself, trying to remember the warmth of Cain's body as the black haired held onto Bryan like it were his job (and Kai had no doubt to say it really was)
Suddenly a thought jumped into his head, there had been a rumour that this boy (Rei was his name Kai had found out as well) had left to train back in his home town, China, for the up coming world tournament- to contend for Japan if he got through.
And Bryan had left him go, with just a lasting promise he would come back to him… Kai had always wondered if there had been something more between those two bladers. Now he was wondering if Bryan was loyal, surely the older boy had sexual desires only to be outmatched by a rabbit- would that mean….
Oh now he was fucking angry! If Bryan dared place a finger below the belt or trouser line of Tala then Kai would never forgive him, and was guaranteed to call Dranzer out, full blaze, to rip that very hand off and then shove it up Bryan's ass for sexual discomfort!
And after thinking these thoughts his cigarette was crushed in his hands and when Michelangelo appeared around the corner a few moments later Kai grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. And pulled him close to his face (Michelangelo was only just above his height) to let the other boy cry out and plead he not kill him and that it was all Cynthia's idea.
"Well I'm not that fucking stupid- but obviously you are! Take me to the gang! I know everything and nor do I need to be told it again- I don't really care- just take me and maybe you'll be the only one not to die"
Throwing Michelangelo to the ground the small boy scurried back up again and began to run full speed towards where he remembered to have left Tala, no worries in Kai not keeping up, the kid was like a super human in his speed; faster than a car and this car was high on anger, anger Michelangelo hoped he didn't suffer for.
Tala lay with eyes closed on the bed, as chained down as ever. The sound of water droplets hitting the ground with an annoying "splash" was the only sound he could hear at the moment, his senses were blinded by the memories in his mind, the fragments of earlier beatings he had gone through back at the Abbey. The walls seemed to draw closer in the small, dark room, and he was starting to have trouble breathing, inhaling sharply and deeply, trying to keep his breathing steady as he sucked in the precious air.
He wanted to just...die, curl up in a corner of the room and die. He didn't know what to feel or think or even what to say. Tears were stinging in the corner of his eyes, burning and begging for release. Tears...he hadn't cried in a while...And he didn't want to either, he couldn't be a little child and cry again, he refused to!
The clothes he had been wearing on his upper body was no longer there, they lay torn and ripped in a heap on the floor beside the bed.
There were scratch marks on his pale skin, some places even cuts from sharp nails that had been digging into him. He was hurting, oh god...he was hurting so badly! In that moment he couldn't take it anymore and let the tears flow down his cheeks in greedy rivers that demanded their release.
If Kai didn't come save him soon he would die, he knew he was doomed to die if the beautiful bluenette didn't rescue him soon. He also knew he could get out of here, that he could beat Bryan to a bloody pulp if he tried...but he refused to hurt another human being again...ever. He didn't want to hurt anyone like he had hurt that boy back at the Abbey…the nameless boy he had put a bullet in and killed. His mind slipped in and out of consciousness, and finally sleep claimed him.
Michelangelo had his heart in his throat as his running came to a halt, and he stopped in front of an old building, ready to fall apart any second by the looks of it. He raised his hand and pointed with one shaky finger at the basement entrance. Kai's eyes narrowed at him.
"This was where they took him...I don't know if they have moved around yet..."
"They better not have...if you wish to keep your life", Kai said coldly to the older teen, making him gulp hard and look down at the ground in shame and guilt.
"Im so sorry...I never wanted him to get hurt...Please, just bring him out alive, okay?"
"I will...Go now; I have no further use of you from now on".
Michelangelo gave a nod and walked away, casting one last glance at his captain before starting to run as fast as he could, tears in his sad eyes.
He didn't know how many hours or minutes had passed since he fell asleep...time was not to be kept track of in this darkness. He had dreamt though...Tala had been dreaming of a white winged angel with crimson eyes...He had dreamt of Kai, that Kai came to save him.
The tiniest of smiles graced his lips for a moment as he thought of the comforting dream. Kai was coming to save him, he knew now. All he had to do was to wait for it to happen...with that thought in mind he opened his eyes. The door to the room opened, a ray of light coming in through the opening. The black figure slipped inside, and Tala could tell that it was the lavender haired guy again...his eyes, they were so cold and vicious.
"You're my little bitch," smirked the guy.
Tala said nothing.
He couldn't say anything- his throat felt like someone had taken a knife to it and ripped it to bleeding shreds. His lips were cracked as well- more so than they ever had when he was once forced out into the Russian winter at 3am, and that had seemed to turn his feet as blue as his eyes.
He couldn't speak- in fact he didn't want to.
He knew that when Kai yelled the blue haired boy had a soft sense of 'This will teach you a lesson later'.
This boy towering over him- claiming he was his…well his voice didn't contain anything.
Tala wouldn't have minded if it had had hate dripping from it, or even insult or even 'I'm going to kill you' kind of words. But this boy… it was just dead, "Your my little bitch" What horrible words, and yet the boy didn't seem to hate him- he seemed to act like he was just stating some fact everyone might know.
Tala shuddered as the boy took his chin in his fingers, brushing a thumb over the one red mark from where that other boy had hit him.
"I told them not to touch your face" he stated again, once more in the dead voice that sent horribly pleasuring chills down Tala's spine, "You're far too beautiful to be tainted in such a way"
Tala stared up at this person with such…curiosity in his eyes. No one had ever called him beautiful before…it also made him blush to be complimented in such a way…did this boy really mean it?
Sure Olivia always used to call him handsome, but she thought every boy at the abbey was handsome…and all boys in the world he supposed got called handsome.
But how many could say someone called them beautiful…was it a privilege, or was it strange?
In the time it took him to ponder these thoughts Bryan's face had come mere millimetres away from his own, and he could feel the hot breath on his sore lips.
Sucking in a breath Tala felt himself give that little push to connect them- his head swimming with weird pleasurable thoughts.
The door crashed open and Tala felt a brush of wind of his cheek as he looked up- still connected by the lips to this lavender boy- and then he was yanked violently away, then he was slapped.
And it hurt.
It hurt more than the beatings back at the abbey ever had. Blinking a couple of times to clear up his vision from the hit he had taken his eyes fell upon Kai. He wanted to shout out, to throw himself at the bluenette...but the look on Kais face was holding him back. Why did he look so heartbroken? Tala could swear, Kai looked like someone had just taken his loved one away from him.
There was such anger and guilt in those pretty eyes; it seemed to pour from them, leaving Tala with a dreadful ache in his chest. Why...was he hurting like this? Why did he feel like he had done something wrong right now?
The guy with the dead eyes and voice was lying on the ground, facing the dirt on the floor. He was unconscious it appeared from the way he was breathing.
"K-Kai...You c-came!" he blurted out. The bluenette snorted and threw him a nasty glare before the mask of ice slipped back on, all trace of emotion hidden behind it. Tala watched in horror as Kai placed a foot to the neck of the guy on the floor and pulled out a gun from his pocket. The cold metal gave of a shine that sent chills down Tala's spine in fear.
"What are…you doing?" he asked in a small voice.
Kai ignored him and pulled the trigger.
The bang that sounded as the gun was fired gave of a echo within the four walls, and for a moment Tala thought he would never hear again. He squeezed his eyes shut for a little while, hoping that all of this was just some dream. But as he opened them again and looked to the floor he could see blood pooling around the unconscious figure...crimson life was pouring out of the limp body.
He felt numb as Kai roughly released him from the chains and the bed before jerking him to his feet, ignoring that Tala's feet were limp from not being used for days. He was barely able to stand straight up as he watched the pool of blood grow bigger and bigger.
"Why…did you..?"
He couldn't even voice the question; his voice betrayed him halfway through the sentence.
"I didn't…he is still alive. I want him to remember who fired that shot at him," Kai replied blankly.
Tala's mind was blank as a hand took his own and pulled him along out of the dirty room. Kai said nothing as he laced their fingers together and squeezed the cold hand lightly. He was rescued...But what would happen now?
Kai…are you going to do something you'll forget...
Next Chappy: Kai lets go.
Bra-Two and Kanilla
