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Drawfire: You can't reveiw late silly! I know... I feel sorry for him... I'm sowwy Tally! -glomps Tala- And Bryan is adorable...
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Disclaimer: Read the Prologue...
Chapter 5
His hands slid along frozen walls, his feet making little noise as they pushed him forward. He peered around another corner, glaring into the darkness as he jogged down the corridor.
Shattering glass...
He froze, eyes wide as he turned to stare down the hall. Someone was breaking into the training facility.
o0o0o
He stared adoringly at the black blade, mezmerised by the way it shone in the darkness, "Now you're mine." He whispered taking the beyblade from it's quaters.
He was sweating. If he was caught he was dead. He couldn't help it though; ever since earlier that week when he'd first seen this beyblade in action, it'd occupied all his thoughts. It's quiet buzzing echoeing in his ears, it's movements, swift and agile.
"Black Dranzer..." He placed it on his launcher. He was shaking, shuddering from both fear and excitement. He held the launcher in front of him.
"KAI! What are you doing?"
"Let it rip!"
o0o0o
Almost there...
He'd changed his destination to the training rooms. He was worried about how Bryan would take him being late, but this was important, he'd understand. He caught sight of someone moving a head of him, ducking behind the nearest corner. He recognised the hair style, "Tala?"
The person jumped and whirled around, "Spencer? What are you doing out?"
He crept up beside his younger friend, "I heard some glass." He half lied, eyes peering around the corner, "What are you up for?"
"Same reason as you."
Spencer nodded, starting to move down the corridor, "Coming?" The red head made a sound of agreement, following.
They gasped in surprise as they saw him: Kai. He was shaking, standing in the middle of the dish. The boys sprinted, noticing the blade on Kai's launcher, leaping over smaller chairs and peices of equipment, "KAI! What are you doing?"
He hadn't heard Tala, "Let it rip!"
The light it was bright, blinding. The sound, it was deafening. They'd ducked behind under the nearest desk, Spencer wrapped around Tala. Their eyes were clamped shut, the shockwaves sending them both to the floor, screaming and whimpering. They could hear other boys screaming, the abbey's roof falling to the floor. They could hear the sirens.
It stopped. Tala's eyes were the first to open, finding dirt, rubble and wood stacked over the desk, blocking them. "KAI!" He jumped up, tearing away at the debre, "You idiot! I told you this wasn't a good idea!" He hadn't noticed Spencer joining him, though they both knew their efforts were wasted. The red head fell to his ground, arms wrapping around himself, a few tears trickling down his face, "He's gotto be dead Spence."
o0o0o
They stared ahead of themselves. A team of four again. They still hadn't gotten used to the thought. They always turned, expecting to find Kai smiling in the shy way he did, ready to start a wrestling match with anyone that was willing.
Ian had been devastated, screaming and bawling in a childish act of distress. He'd gotten five whacks across his hand for every scream he'd let out. Only making him whimper and cry more.
Bryan had cried, later being punished for the act. He'd just cried more when he'd reached his room, curling up on his bed after finding his old friend: Mr Falcon.
Spencer had comforted his younger friend as best he could with out talking or touching him, spilling a few tears himself. He'd been slapped around as well. His tears drying quickly in the hope of brightening up their small group. He didn't share a room with Bryan anymore. He was too old now, 13 years of age. He'd finally been able to hug Bryan that night, sneaking to his friend's room, being clung too immediantly.
The Black Dranzer incident had devastated Tala though. He'd held back his tears, being praised for it by the doctors and scientists in charge of training them. He didn't feel anything positive from their comments, only sorrow and an overwhelming guilt. He could have stopped Kai, he could have told Boris about what he was planning.
Against many people's opinions, he and Kai had become close, much like Bryan and Spencer he'd noticed. They may have fought, but it was for fun, their insult contests turning into long talks about anything and everything. Eventually Kai had told him about Black Dranzer. He'd commented about how he didn't see anything special about it. But Kai... He'd gone on and on about the blade, talking about the intricate details like the way it spun, about it's noise, about it's power. He'd then talked about how he wanted to see it again. He should have tried to stop him!
"Now... Do you boys understand?" They nodded, "Good, you boys will be facing the test in about 8 months. We're going to be making your punishments worse, we're going to be expecting more from you, that means everything will be alot harder than before." Dr Taberner talked to them like children still, one year later, "You'll be attending one lesson per week with Mr Balcov, be polite, emotionless around him, show him how strong you are." He smirked, "I've kept you all long enough, move it, Ian and Tala sit ups, Bryan and Spencer to the dish."
They did as they were told, moving to their respective parts of the room. Bryan and Spencer stared at each other. Bryan's eyes were colder now, still showing his deepest emotions. He pulled out his ripcord and launcher, taking out his deep purple beyblade next.
Spencer smirked, his own eyes emotionless as he readied his light blue blade.
"Ready!" The doctor barked, "Three, two, one!"
"Let it rip!" They finished together.
Their blades whirled around the dish, Spencer's moving towards the middle.
They smirked, better a draw than a lose.
o0o0o
Spencer gasped as he was thrown into his room, bruises already forming on his bare back and legs, the cold biting at his skin. They'd drew, a victory in their minds, a failure in the other's. He moaned lightly as he got to his feet, his body was aching terribly, wanting to collapse and not get up for a long time. But he had to clean up, he had to see if Bryan was alright. He stumbled to the bathroom, staring at his clearly beaten form.
A sickly purple and blue bruise was visible on his chest. He stared at the mirror, surprised the hit hadn't broken his ribs. He gingerly rubbed the area, easing the slight ache away. He turned to examine his back, cringing inwardly as he noticed a few cuts in with the bruising. He would have to get Bryan to clean them.
He splashed water on his chest, washing the cuts and bruises he could get too easily. They really meant what they said. He gasped as he pressed slightly too hard.
Bryan was pretty beat up too, he noted, slightly, placing a damp cloth over a cut. He couldn't help but feel anger bubble up in him as he thought of the kid more. Bryan hadn't deserved that, none of them did. His innocence was quickly disappearing, only really being shown when it was himself and Bryan alone. It made him feel special, but... Bryan deserved better. He was told he was going to be treated better.
"Emotionless my ass." He spat. He'd prefer all of them loud and bickering than silent and uncaring anyday.
He stumbled around the room, finding some clothes, tossing them on, wincing as the aches in his shoulders worsened. He grabbed another shirt and a few bandages, they'd need them. He tossed them in a small bag before glancing up at the clock.
7:45. Good. He had 15 minutes to grab them both food and interogate his old teacher. He stumbled out, heading towards the kitchen.
o0o0o
He practically threw the pot into the sink, growling loudly as he roughly turned the tap on.
Didn't they see they were killing these kids? Didn't Boris see that this was wrong?
He growled again, turning off the tap and grabbing a peeler, peeling the last few potatoes. He glared at his hands, hissing as he sliced his thumb.
"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck." He grabbed the nearest towel holding it over the bleeding limb. He sighed, attempting to calm himself. He sat down at the small table in the abbey's kitchen.
They were killing them. They were! He slammed his fist down on the table, growling again. Killing them by over working and beating them. Now they wanted to experiment? What were they rats? What was all this for? What? Money? He snorted, was Boris really the type of person to do this for money? Who could supply so money that the older man was doing this?
He slammed his fist down on the table again, "This is fucked!"
"Rhys? Are you alright?"
The man jumped terrible, banging his knee on the edge of the table, "Spencer! Don't do that to me! How many times have I told you?" The man rubbed his knee furiously, stopping to stare over at the teen, "What brings you here other than the need for food? And can you pass me a band-aid?"
Spencer nodded, reaching up into the cupboard beside him to grab a small container. He hobbled over to the man, his knee had become a lot worse from his walking, "Why exactly did you stop teaching us?"
The man sighed, opening the container roughly as he examined the cut, "Would you...?" He showed the wound to Spencer, making the blonde shake his head. The brunette thought, how could he answer that and not send his boy the wrong message? "The day before I told you all, I was asked by Mr Voltaire to be harder on you all. To start issuing 'proper' punishments." He watched as Spencer sat down, his eyes fixed on him, "He wanted me to belt you, beat you for crying, for whinging, for anything that could be counted against you. I said no, and as a result, Voltaire complained to Boris. To cut a long story short, Boris didn't exactly want me to be bored in the kitchen all day and said I could continue training the younger groups."
The blonde nodded sadly, "So you said no to beating us?"
Rhys nodded.
"But if you knew we were going to be punished, why didn't you warn us?"
"They didn't warn you?" Rhys blinked, moving closer to the youth.
Spencer shook his head, "Tala talked back and got smacked across his hand. That was our warning." He answered darkly.
Rhys growled, "What?" He promised they'd be warned first!
"You heard me."
The brunette moved to hug the boy, making him flinch away, "Spencer?" The hurt look told him everything as he squeezed the teen's shoulder gently, his eyes softening slightly. "So, what kind of ice block do yaself and Bryan like?" He asked as he moved to the freezer, taking out a box.
Spencer smiled, "Bry likes lemonade and lime for me please."
A few minutes later the abbey chef was saying goodbye to the teen, glaring at the door as soon as he'd left.
This had gone on long enough.
o0o0o
"Quit squirming Bry, let me finish."
The 12 year old pouted, "It's cold and it stings!"
Spencer rolled his eyes as his younger counter part continued to squirm as he wiped his cuts clean, covering them lightly with cream, "If you stop moving this'll be finished quicker."
Bryan snickered, making Spencer sigh and shake his head exasperately.
"Hey Spencer?"
"Hm, what?"
"What's it like to be kissed?"
The blonde flinched visibly, nearly dropping the container of ointment, "W-Why do you want to know that?"
Bryan blinked in confusion, watching as Spencer motioned for him to turn around, "Well..." He blushed lightly, "Troy asked if we'd ever kissed before."
"What did you answer?" He wound the bandage around the other youth's torso, tuned into their conversation completely. He moved to turn around and sit down, handing Bryan the damp cloth.
Bryan started dabbing, cleaning all the wounds, "I said we only kissed each other's cheeks and chins and stuff. He then asked if we'd kissed properly and I said no to that." Spencer nodded, wincing slightly at the first few dabs of cream, "So... What does a kiss feel like? A proper one I mean..."
The blonde sighed, "How should I know?"
The youth made a noise of approvement, scanning Spencer back to find he'd found all the cuts. He moved to sit in front of Spencer, making the blonde tilt his head back as he examined the ones on the top half of his chest and on his shoulders, "Well... You're older than me, I thought you might have kissed someone."
Spencer snorted, "Like who?"
"I dunno... What about Taki? He seemed to like you."
Spencer moved to stare at the youth in confusion, surprise and disgust, gaining a glare from Bryan who lifted his head back again, "No."
"Tala?"
The blonde was close to falling asleep, Bryan's light touches across his chest and shoulders making more than a bit lethargic. The question had the opposite effect though, "No."
Bryan's hands froze, making Spencer stare down at him questionably, "What about me?" He could see a light blush making it's way to the youth's face, for the second time that night.
"Eh..." What about Bryan? Spencer's mind went over the question several times. It didn't seem too bad to kiss his younger friend. For some reason, it was inviting, almost desirable. His eyes wandered over Bryan, the younger boy's eyes cast to the floor, he wouldn't mind the idea at all, "Um... Sure..." He flushed.
Bryan's cheeks brightened, near glowing in the dim light. He quickly wrapped the blonde's chest, holding back a yawn as he gingerly lowered himself to the bed. They ate quickly, Bryan (much to Spencer's amusement) nearly squealed with delight as he was shown the flavoured ice.
The lilac haired boy laid back on the bed, a grin on his face, "That was great!" Spencer nodded, it wasn't often they got dessert. He crawled up beside the youth, making himself comfortable. Bryan knew he shouldn't, but shuffled up close to the blonde, his head tucking itself under the blonde's chin, just like many times before. He felt a light kiss press itself against his cheek and looked up, finding Spencer asleep already. He smiled gently, his eyes resting on the blonde's lips.
For a while now he'd been wondering what they'd feel like, but it wasn't 'till recently that he'd started to think of something to do about it. The entire kissing part of their conversation was in started because of it. If Spencer didn't like the thought of him kissing him, then he'd wait for a long time, hoping his thoughts and feelings would go away. If he said it was okay then... He'd think of someway to make it happen soon.
He stared at them, it wouldn't hurt. He slowly let his lips rise, gently pressing a kiss to Spencer's. He blushed brightly as he pulled away, quickly unplugging the light and tossing the blankets over them.
He sighed, hoping that both of them would be awake the next time he did that.
o0o0o
A quiet knock peirced the near silence, "Enter." Rhys did, scowling as he moved to stand in front of Boris' desk, "Mr Boda, what can I do for you tonight?" He smirked, his eyes near glimmering dully in the light.
"You said you'd warn them."
"Warn who?"
"Who else?" The man moved to slam his fists down on the desk, making Boris jump slightly at the angry act, "Spencer, Bryan, Tala and Ian."
The older man frowned, "They were."
"AFTER Tala was hit. I hope you notice Boris that for a man of his word, you are a liar."
He chuckled, "Mr Boda, I assure you that they were notified of they're punishment if they were to misbehave in some way." He waved a hand flippantly, "And we're talking about a year ago aren't we? A bit late don't you think?"
Rhys growled, lunging forward to grab the Abbey owner by the collar, "Don't you dare... Promises last, there is no time limit, you can bring them up whenever you like."
He growled in confusion as Boris smirked, "You won't have to worry about them shortly."
"What?" He gasped, choking. A sharp... thing had peirced his lower back, the force sending him forward into Boris' arms. He could feel the wound pulsing, his blood leaving him, he could feel the ache, he stared up at the man with wide empty eyes.
"Goodbye Mr Boda."
Then everything went black.
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