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Chapter 6

Ian clambered over to them, cursing quietly when he sunk in the snow, rushing to climb out of it, "You'd think they'd clean this." He said as he approached the group, arms extended to catch himself if he tripped.

"Rhys usually did it. It was one of his punishments." Tala bit out, shivering from the cold. His arms wrapped around himself tighter, as he tried to make ringlets with the air from his mouth, the weather making it visible. He smiled slightly when he nearly had one.

They'd searched the entire abbey, from the towers to the dungeons, searching every room and behind every tree. They hadn't even bothered searching the cemetery, none of them was going to step in there; it scared them. The brunette had disappeared, completely vanished without a word to them. It worried them greatly.

Spencer frowned, "I haven't seen him anywhere for the last week or so."

"Maybe he's sick?"

"For a week and a half?"

They sighed, trudging back into the building, taking their time to get to training. They were worried about their old teacher, he'd never left and not told them. There was a time Rhys was feeling a bit sick and told them he was going home for an hour or until he was better.

The main Abbey building was still being repaired, but they'd noticed the builders where paying slightly more attention to the already standing part of the abbey, than the part that needed rebuilding.

"Why are they putting cameras up?" Ian whispered, his eyes stuck on the black things now staring down on them.

Tala shrugged, "They found Spence and me in the training room after the incident, they probably think we were sneaking around." He paused before adding, "Which we weren't. We were seeing who had broken the glass."

"Sounds like sneaking around to me."

"Who asked you shrimp?"

Spencer sighed, glancing down at Bryan with a look of patient suffering. Bryan smiled slightly back up at him, "You won't be able to visit me then?" He asked in a quiet voice, making sure their two friends didn't hear them.

The blonde shook his head, "Doesn't look like it. But I'll try." He stared at the floor, his gaze eventually moving up to the door of their training room.

They'd learnt a while ago that in order to survive you had to adapt in a way they didn't like: their faces went hard, frowns digging into them, their eyes were emotionless or near it for the two younger boys. They were soldiers, soldiers without feelings. Just like Voltaire wanted them.

Spencer pushed the door open, leading the way for the others.

"You boys are on time for once." They stared, forming a straight line in front of the doctor, "Mr Boris will be taking today's lessons, behave. I will be back with his report tomorrow." They were still. He smirked, "Good."

They waited, listening for the sound of the door closing. They were surprised to hear Boris before it, "I've heard that you boys are becoming very strong." He walked around them, his eyes examining them, "You," He pointed to Ian, "Go across those bars."

The child ran, jumping and swinging easily across the monkey bars. He landed perfectly, much to Boris' delight. He motioned for the boy to move back into the line, "Good." His eyes moved to the blonde, "Go move that piece of equipment." He did, shifting it to the other side of the room with relative ease.

The abbey owner's eyes swept over them, nodding his head in approval, "Criticize Doctor Taberner's teaching Tala."

The red head held back a look of confusion, his mouth opening to monotonously reply, "It okay, could do with a bit more blading, he makes us run too much and when we do do sit ups, etc he's very quick with them, almost dismissing them." He had too admit to himself, that was good, for a response without sarcasm or insults. He stared coldly up at Boris.

"Very good." He commented. His scarlet eyes settled on Bryan, "What is the point of this exercise Bryan?"

"How should I know?" Tala gaped, Ian joining him, Spencer's reaction a bewildered stare, "I know it's a test, but that's all I can see." Spencer was close to jumping up and yelling at the boy, wanting to glue, stitch and zip his mouth closed. Had he been hanging around Tala too long? He knew he could be punished!

"Very good observation and reply," The man nodded, "Very good." The old abbey owner moved to exit, "That's our first lesson for today. Go and rest, practice in the snow. You have important battles next."

They heard the door shut, "What was that about?" Tala asked incredulously, his hands on the other boy's shoulders, shaking him in disbelief; that would have been a reply from him, never the sweet Bryan.

Bryan smiled sheepishly, "I heard one of the older boys reply with something like that. They were told that it was good."

The red head blinked, "You mean I could have been a smart ass?"

"You mean a dumb ass right?" Ian quipped, instantly regretting it as he was tackled playfully to the ground, the red head's fingers pinching his nose.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

o0o0o

Boris stared at the profiles on the screen. His fingers poised above the keyboard's keys, ready to type in the notes he was planning too.

Tala.

The boy was a natural leader, stating his opinions easily, able to make decisions without the aid of others, he was able to criticize and calculate, and was had the ability to listen when needed. He stubbornly stuck to his views, even if they were wrong. Boris smirked, even at the age of 12 he could predict that the boy was growing to be a steady head of Voltaire's cause. He was loyal also, a great trait for himself and BIOVOLT.

He'd also noticed the boy's blading style. Patient and agile. He wore down his opponents before attacking, or when he did attack it was a ruthless assault, much like a pack of wolves.

His fingers tapped away at the laptop's keys.

Ian.

It was hard to get his head around the youngest boy. He was a prankster, a nuisance. But his blading was unique, often making his opponent think he'd won. But with a steady and fast attack his situation was turned around. It made Boris think, made him study the young boy.

It was obvious the boy wasn't what he appeared, in all categories. He was small, but housed a lot of power. He was annoying, but mature when he needed to be. What animal did the boy make him think of? A cobra? Fast, false and more than a little annoying to deal with.

Boris sipped his tea, relishing the way it slid down his throat, soothing the ache. He moved to the next file.

Bryan.

He was a little more than a puzzle to the man: innocent and sweet until given a beyblade. He was ruthless with his attacks, his temper and hidden anger coming out only when he was in the dish. An animal… He thought, adding and subtracting the boy's pros and cons. He smirked, a falcon, much like that doll he had.

Beautiful and fierce, but at the same time both loving and loathing. If only he didn't house the love part of him. Boris frowned; he'd have to train it out of him, out of them all.

The last file…

Spencer.

Mature, careful, thoughtful. The blonde rarely fought with his friends, if he did disagree he'd say so, straight out, giving reasons for his opinion. He absorbed information, using it all to come to a decision.

Boris frowned. The boy was mature for his age. He raised the mug to his lips again.

The boy was protective of his friends, very motherly in his own way, always on the look out, always providing excuses. A hidden trouble maker, Boris mused. This blonde would be a problem that would be hard to correct; he was aging fast, he was already 13.

The man removed the thought from his mind, shifting in his seat as he typed away on his laptop. The animal that best suited Spencer… He rubbed his chin, he'd have to think on that one. He sat back in his chair, rereading his new notes several times. Mr Voltaire would be pleased.

o0o0o

The monitor shone brightly, one of the only real light sources in the room. It showed two boys, one with lilac hair, the other with blonde. They were battling, sweating and panting from their places standing on either side of the training dish.

"How are they doing sir?" The doctor watched the older man expectantly, a near hopeful look in his midnight gaze.

Boris smirked, "They're progressing better than I first thought." He remarked, moving to look at another monitor. Ian and Tala were battling each other, looking more than a bit tired, their faces flushed and their chests heaving, "What are they're downfalls?"

The doctor scanned the papers in his hand, "Ian still cries, the same as Bryan and they both seem to be growing more than a little close to the ones they are battling. All of them are close."

"You're rather late with Spencer and Bryan." The abbey owner chuckled, "Bryan's dependency on Spencer is holding him back, always has."

Taberner looked up expectantly, "Sir?"

"I think, Mr Taberner, it's time for some independent learning. Take them to a room each for a month. They aren't to leave it for any reason except to use the bathroom. Take them at different times." The doctor nodded, moving to leave, "Oh and doctor," The man turned, "Make sure Bryan is taught how to take care of himself, he's the one we need to work on."

The man nodded, leaving to make arrangements.

o0o0o

He could feel the back of his head throbbing, colourful dots dancing before his eyes. He choked on the air he'd inhaled feeling the pipe connect with his stomach again, for the umpteenth time that day.

"Now, who do you serve?"

"Biovolt…" He managed, panting hard, the pole slammed into his thigh. He yelped, tears threatening to spill from his already red eyes. They were taking this too far, way too far. He glanced up at his captor, barely listening as he repeated the question, "Biovolt…"

He'd been subject to this for about a week now and his body was quickly failing him, almost shutting down from exhaustion. It never mattered though, he'd just wake up sore and unable to move, to find himself in for another beating anyway. His mind drifted to his friend, Bryan. Was he getting treated like him?

"Louder!"

"Biovolt!"

He watched as the man kneeled to his level, a cruel smirk on his lips, "Good." He was an attractive man, take away his sadistic tortures and his longing looks. Spencer had noticed he'd received many of them from the older man, each one making want to shrivel up. The man leaned forward, green hair falling over his eyes, he quickly removed it, "You know… For a kid you're really quite good looking."

"What?"

"Boris is doing well with raising you, quite strong." The man had started to lower himself to the ground, "Now keep still and behave, I don't want to bruise up that face of yours more than I have to." The blonde's eyes widened as he struggled to get away, quickly being pinned down, the man straddling his hips, "Now, now, remember what I asked."

Spencer did, but that didn't stop him from throwing a punch, aiming for the man's head. It connected, making him flinch back, giving the blonde just enough time to slide from under him and move away. His effort was fruitless; he'd just trapped himself more; he'd run into a wall.

"Now, kid, I've been nice enough to not beat you to death, return the favour." The man was holding his cheek and was smirking again, it's swelling making the usually creepy act even more so. He stood to step forward, his eyes rolling over the boy's body, again and again.

Spencer groaned, his body was sore, his mind hazy and he wasn't able to cope with this! He pushed himself against the wall, hoping it would disappear and he could get away. Somehow…

The man straddled him, his cold hands holding the teen's arms still. Spencer struggled, he choked though; the man was near crushing his shoulders, "Behave." The boy listened, slumping lifelessly against the wall. The man smirked, leaning down to place a rough kiss to the boy's mouth. Spencer held back a whimper, the man's tongue sliding into his mouth. He'd decided: The man could have his body, but the delight of having him begging. Not while he was sane.

o0o0o

"Are you sure this is fine sir, even I would suggest they have contact with someone; they're supposed to work as a single unit. Wouldn't this make them grow further apart."

Boris frowned at the doctor's question, "They'll be fine, a bit bruised up but fine."

"But sir…!"

"If you're so worried doctor, why don't you watch their progress? Report to me if there is any activity you would classify as inappropriate." The man pressed a button on the desk, four monitors buzzing to life.

Taberner nodded, his eyes flickering over the screens.

Tala was in his bed (obviously unconscious), he was beaten up, bruises covering his pale skin, his hair dishevelled. Ian looked to be in the same condition, Bryan too. He felt slightly relieved, sure he'd beaten them, but never to the extent they were in now. It was relieving to see them breathing. He let his eyes move to the final screen, "Sir!"

"What is it now?" Boris bit back, moving to stand behind the doctor.

"L-Look!" He did, his eyes widening instantly, "Hurry up, get security to call Teal to me."

o0o0o

He talked with a low husky voice, "You notice I've wanted to do this for a while?" No response, "You're quite unique, I can tell you're going to grow to be a very big boy." Spencer shuddered, not wanting to know how he could tell that. He could feel the man's hands playing his pants, his mouth still biting at his the skin on his neck. It made him want to hurl, to curl up and never unravel. The man's hands drew down the pants, his deep breathing more than scaring Spencer. The blonde kicked, gasping as his abused back, was pressed hard against the cold floor. He found his foot had been stopped, "Ah, ah, ah… Naughty, naughty Spencer. Do you want me to hit you again?"

The boy didn't even bother responding, again becoming nothing more than a doll. The man leant back down, lifting the teen's shirt up, kissing down his stomach.

"TEAL!" Both man and teen stared at the door, Spencer's eyes wide as he noticed who was there, "You're being called upon by Mr Boris." Taberner was frowning hard, glaring at the younger, taller man.

The man frowned, "Another day then." He whispered, leaving Spencer to fumble with his pants, pulling them back up to their respective place.

Taberner glared up at the man a good two feet taller than himself, his dark eyes moving to Spencer's form. He ran over to the teen, "Did he…?" Spencer shook his head, "Good," The man with held a sigh, "Get to bed."

Spencer nodded, clambering to his feet.

Taberner left.

o0o0o

It'd been a month or two now, he'd lost count of the days. He was walking down to his old training room, stony faced and quiet. He was nearly completely healed; they'd been easy on him for the past week.

He'd been shaken greatly by his near rape, often very paranoid when alone in any room, his eyes never leaving those who had beaten him. As a result he'd hardly gotten any sleep and had been very sick. He was getting better though, the thought of seeing Bryan again making himself mend quicker. The boy would help him sleep, eat and feel fine.

It was funny, he had missed them all: Tala, Ian and Bryan. But it was Bryan he wanted to see, that he wanted to talk to, to hold close, he needed the boy's shy touches, he needed the boy's innocence.

His eyes grew colder as they entered the room.

He'd caught sight of Ian first. His hair was long at the back, obviously a new style he'd allowed his hair to grow into. But there was something different, something… hidden. He'd have to wait.

Tala… The boy's eyes were icy, cold, reminding him of ice. His hair was still the same, a light bruise showing just below his hair line. His soft intakes of breathe left his two bangs swinging backwards and forwards.

That left Bryan. He could tell he was inspecting him also, his lifeless eyes moving up and down along his frame. The boy seemed to be the same, besides the fact that his hair was long and his eyes were dead. It made the blonde worry, though now, he knew how to hide it better.

"Go to your rooms when you want to, get some sleep." The doctors left, leaving them in the small room.

They were silent staring at each other. Ian was the first to speak, "What did they do?" His voice was soft, croaky, like it hadn't been used a lot.

"To our bodies or our minds?" Spencer was the one that responded his eyes still on Bryan, "They beat us," He reasoned. He didn't think he'd changed much, though he'd noticed he was a lot less inclined to voice his opinion at all, his once youthful mind full of thoughts like, winning, being the best, Bryan… He liked to think of the boy, play memories in his head, again and again, he was the thing that kept him sane.

"They wanted us to be emotionless." Tala quipped in a dead tone, his eyes falling to the floor. He turned, "I'm going to bed." Ian followed shortly after.

Spencer and Bryan stared, Spencer at Bryan, Bryan at the floor. They both wanted to say something, but they waited, hoping the other would speak first. It didn't last, their awkward silence finishing with tapping: Bryan had walked out.

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