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Chapter 12

It had taken them a few days to feel better, unlike Ian and his week. Jamie had reasoned it was because of their size difference. Ian was small and the dose was larger than needed for his small body. He'd used the same reason to reason about Spencer getting better sooner than Bryan.

Tala had been the next person to receive his shot - nearly a week later - and had taken a day or two less than Ian, but had come back feeling more than a little aggravated when ordered to train. He'd wanted to sleep. A lot.

They were to wake up at five in the morning and sleep at ten that night, mostly training between those times, stopping for an hour long lunch at one and starting after a half-an-hour long breakfast.

They'd managed the first half of the day before Boris had called them during lunch.

"Why do you think Boris wants us this time?" Ian asked.

Tala's frown never left his face, "He said something about being given something that we deserve."

They were quiet for the rest of the walk, silently contemplating. Had they done something wrong? Were they not training enough? Spencer frowned at the thought, glaring at the air in front of him. They'd trained practically non-stop for the last week and a half.

His eyes flickered to Bryan. It was surprising really. He knew that Boris knew about them. But he wasn't doing anything to stop the relationship. He couldn't help but feel suspicious of him.

But they were still together. Now they were risking getting caught by the guards. Stupid, they knew, but they still did it, too worried for the other's well being to let themselves sit or lay around doing nothing.

They stopped in front of a large steel door, BIOVOLT's logo stamped across the centre. Tala knocked, and a guard answered, frowning down at them from beneath his helmet.

The room was huge, coloured in grey, white, silver with fluorescent green, yellow and red blinking lights. There were computers lined down the walls, each one with a seat in front of it. There were tables just off the centre of the room, a little to the back, on them were boxes. Spencer had the distinct feeling that Boris had cleared out his staff before calling them.

"Good, you aren't late." Boris practically purred, motioning them to move to stand in the centre of the room. "Dr Greenaway tells me that you're all growing very strong." He paced in front of them, motioning for a guard, "I thought it was about time you were given what you were destined to have."

The four boys looked on in confusion their faces set in a frown and stare, their hearts curious.

A guard walked over with a box, placing it on a table behind Boris. "As you know the tournament I planned will be underway in two weeks. I am confident that you all will win, and that is why I'm giving you these." He opened the box, setting the lid on the table. He picked up the box.

"You will need to pick one, they've been modified, but not much; they were strong already." He knelt in front of Ian, Box held out for the boy to choose.

Spencer watched with interest, the other boy's eyes darting over the five beyblades. He picked the one on their right, it was a dark purple beyblade. "Very good choice Ian. That would be Wyborg." He stood.

"Wyborg, the viper of the dirt. He represents cunning and stealth. He is unafraid to attack a larger opponent to protect something it cares about." He stood moving to Bryan. Spencer watched with amusement, as Bryan's brows furrowed, obviously confused as to what a bit-beast was.

His eyes locked on a purple one, before he hesitantly snatched it up, his eyes taking a good look at it before returning to Boris. The man's smirk widened, "Falborg, the falcon of the wind. She represents truth and attentiveness, she is very protective of what she claims as hers and will not hesitate to attack when threatened."

Tala's frown as he glanced down at the beyblades, before he settled for a grey and silver one. "Wolborg, the ice wolf. He stands for loyalty and leadership. He is careful in his attacks, but is ruthless when convinced of a victory."

Spencer watched Boris. The man's smirk having grown again. There were only two beyblades left, a black and red one and a blue one. Spencer's eyes narrowed when he noticed the black one. There was no doubt in his mind at what Tala had frowned at.

Black Dranzer.

How could he forget that bit-beast? It was the reason why they were a team of four instead of five! He knew what a bit-beast was because of it! He glared darkly at it, confidently choosing the blue one.

"Seaborg. The whale of the seas. He is one of the strongest and oldest bit-beasts known to man-kind. He represents patience and wisdom." Spencer nodded as Boris wrapped up his speech, his hand returning to his side.

Boris set the box back on the table. "You will be training with these bit-beasts from now on. Go, you have two weeks to master them." The boys nodded and marched out, waiting until they were a safe distance away from Boris.

o0o0o

He chuckled darkly as he sat in his chair, flicking his laptop open and opened his notes.

They'd all chosen like he'd thought, surprised by Tala and Spencer's deep disgust towards Black Dranzer. He was surprised they remembered him.

He frowned as he typed.

Their feelings towards it would be a problem, they might resist if they were forced to use it. He smirked at the thought, he doubted they'd need to anyhow.

He was confident that they would win the upcoming in Abbey tournament, with flying colours he was willing to bet. They just seemed… too advanced to not. He chuckled, no-one in the Abbey would beat them with those bit-beasts in their hands and he wouldn't need to worry about them turning on him.

But if they won, they'd need a name; something that would make the crowd and their opponents gasp with surprise or fear.

He opened a new file, saving it immediately, his smirk widening as he did so:

"The Demolition Boys."

o0o0o

Spencer would have given anything to be sleeping at that moment. He was dead tired, his muscles ached and his hands were scratched and cut. He glanced at the rest of his team, (his eyes lingering on Bryan) they looked about the same too.

It shocked him really, the power in their blades. He'd had to explain to Ian and Bryan what bit-beasts were, but he'd never known that they'd hold this much power. Wyborg seemed to be better at endurance, Falborg at attack, Wolborg at endurance and Seaborg was good at defense, as he'd found out battling Tala.

He'd felt weird the entire time, like there was another being there with him, like someone was staring over his shoulder the entire time while battling. Him and Tala had decided to not call upon their bit-beasts, just until they got used to their power. Bryan and Ian hadn't been able to complain between Tala's glaring and Spencer's patient warnings.

They'd trained non-stop, just like they were supposed to, Jamie having wandered in with a few snacks to re-energize them.

But he'd noticed that he hadn't felt as tired as he usually would. That he'd been able to continue training longer with Seaborg, than without him: his stamina had seemingly risen. He cracked his neck, moving to stand up. He'd have to talk to Jamie about it later.

He stumbled over to Ian, who was falling asleep against a wall and picked him up. He gently nudged Tala into complete consciousness before he did the same to Bryan. He hoped Boris would understand that they were tired, hoped that the man wouldn't punish them for trying to get used to their new beyblades. He was sending them to bed an hour or two early, and it would do them good. Maybe if he woke up early enough he could talk to Jamie about it.

They tired marched down the corridor, Spencer having placed Ian on Tala's back a while ago. They needed to separate and go different ways, Ian and Tala slept on the east side of the building, Bryan and himself of the west. He wrapped an arm around Bryan's waist as he stumbled, obviously tired.

"Do you feel weird?" He asked, his eyes threatening to shut.

"Weird how?" Spencer replied as he practically steered Bryan to his room.

"Weird, like… Someone's watching you, but you know that no-one isn't."

Spencer frowned, "Yes."

"Do you think it's our bit-beasts?"

The blonde frowned slightly, as he unlocked Bryan's room and kicked it closed after him. He carefully sat Bryan on the bed before moving to turn the lamp on. "It could be." He murmured, as Bryan kicked off his boots and shrugged off his jacket. He also kicked off his pants before crawling into the bed.

Spencer shook his head, a smile gracing his face as he picked up the clothing and neatly set them on the chair beside the bed. Bryan was already snoozing as he moved to peck his cheek. Quietly stepping out of the room to find his own, hoping for a long, deep, comfortable sleep.

o0o0o

"Why can't the authorities do anything now?"

"We want a strong case, and our link to the building, Mr Greenaway is letting us know if anything serious happens or when anything changes. We'll be there to make an arrest straight away then." Davies took a sip of his tea, staring down at the short, stout and slightly rounded BBA chairman.

The man fingered his grey moustache, "Yes… Hmm… Are you sure you want to risk it? I am more than happy to let them enter, but I need to know what's going on as well. I can't believe Lord Hiwatari would do such a thing!" He downed the last of his tea, "The man seemed nice enough, and his grandson is the Champion over in Japan. They won't be entering the worlds this year though. Kai won't have it."

Davies nodded, "Not a team player?"

"No, unfortunately. It's a shame, he'd make a wonderful captain."

Again Davies nodded, "You have until next year to think of something, don't stress too much over it yet. Just keep on your toes and watch Kai for me. If Voltaire's his grandfather, who knows what's been happening to him."

Mr Dickenson nodded, "I will." He stood, placing his top hat upon his head, before grabbing his black and silver walking stick, "Keep me posted."

Davies nodded and finished his drink, paying the waitress with a smile. Now to tell Jamie.

o0o0o

Jamie had wandered into work the next morning, surprised to see Spencer standing outside his room's door and was even more surprised by his question.

"Your bit-beast gives you strength?"

"Yes. That's what I think anyway. We all lasted a lot longer than usual without a single break, but at the end of the night we were all exhausted. It seemed to happen in matches and only slightly after them."

Jamie nodded, "That could be the enhancers as well, they're not meant to be used to the extent that Boris forces upon you all." The red head scratched his cheek, gently tugging a pastel red lock behind his ear again. "Hm… It's possible. And you say you and Bryan have been feeling a second presence?"

Spencer nodded from his seat on the bed, "Like there's someone watching us."

"That's possible too. Bit-beasts are living creatures, they just live inside small objects and do as they're chosen master pleases. Boris explained that they can be very protective, what ever he meant by that." He sat down on a stool, an awkward silence stumbling over them as they both thought over the information, "I have something to tell you…" Jamie trailed off, before starting again, "It cannot be told to anyone."

Spencer nodded, sitting up, a frown set on his face. Jamie continued, "I've gone to the police, about Boris and Voltaire. They can't do much without evidence and I'm expected to collect it. If… And that's a bigIF, I am allowed, I want you to come with me to the station and you can tell them yourself." He paused, "I also need you to break off your relationship with Bryan."

Spencer glared, his body going stiff under Jamie's stare, "What?"

"Boris will use it against you both, mainly you I must admit, I mean…" He motioned to Spencer's bulky form, "You really are getting very strong, physically, Boris is scared that you might take a swing at him."

"But why break it off with Bryan?" The frown never left his face. He knew why, he had to admit that to himself, it had crossed his mind several times. But he didn't want to leave Bryan alone, not to suffer, not to anything! He would protect him, just like Boris said to when he was first assigned to Bryan.

Jamie sighed, nervously toying with a loose lock of hair, "I don't want to see you both get hurt and Boris is planning to hurt you both."

Spencer frowned, glaring icily at the doctor, "I'll talk to Bryan." He said coldly, "Don't expect much anytime soon." He practically stomped off after that, Seaborg clenched in his hand.

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