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Wait, what m I saying? Kai is REAL! And one day he shall be mine... all mine...!

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Chapter 8

Back in the dark room, the tall man sat back in his chair, looking at the wide screen displaying Kai, reading the piece of paper that he personally, had typed out. He smiled when the teen limply fell back and rested himself on the wall behind him, still staring at the paper in his hands, the weight of the words forming the message falling on him, sucking out whatever little energy that was left inside him. This was so much fun! He had always loved playing these games and had enjoyed it even more when the champion of the game was Kai. The boy just refused to give up! Love is horrible; it makes you do insane things, and I love to see you suffer young Kai, I love to see you bleed, I love to see you follow the rules of my game. He leaned forward, letting his fowl face entered the sharp light hitting the floor from above. Boris Balcov had a demonic smile stretched across his face.

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His entire world seemed to crash, as each word in the note sank in. He felt drained as his already aching body swayed slightly and he collapsed and fell back on the wall behind him. He couldn't let this happen. Tala. Spencer. Bryan. Ian. Where...? How...?

"Kai?" Hillary ran towards him, "I just heard about Max! where is he? How is he?"

Kai quickly shut his eyes pulled himself together. He calmly folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

"What's the matter Kai? Are you alright?" Hillary's concern echoed in the empty passage "and what is that you were reading?"

Kai straightened himself. "its something that should not bother you," he said, not intending to sound as rude as he did and walked past her. Hillary did not move from the spot where she was standing. He stopped at the end of the passage, "You coming?"

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"Hello?"

"They are on the move. Alert the others." A brown haired man spoke into the receiver of the phone. His voice hinted with worry.

"How do you know?" the voice on the other side of the line was questioning, unready to believe.

"Sources," the man lit a cigarette and took in a deep puff, allowing the deadly smoke to relax his body, "and besides, you know what he is capable of." He waited for a respond. "Look, I am only doing this because I don't want any of you to be caught off guard. We have already messed up with the blond haired blader, Max, and we are not about to make the same mistake again. All m saying is, be on the lookout."

"Hn." Pause. "Ok, given that we trust you. What should we do if they actually come for us? Tie little red bows on our heads and present ourselves to them?"

"No, don't do anything foolish like that is exactly what I am telling you!"

"Then what about Kai?"

"I don't think he will be hurting Kai. I don't know why, but I am doing all I can to find out." He took another long drag, "and for the same reason I am gonna have to talk to you, I will be coming to Russia in two days' time. Just, until then keep your heads up."

"okay"

The line went dead. The man placed the receiver back on the phone and walked out of the telephone booth. He made his way to a tall building at the end of the road and climbed up the stairs. This mind was racing, trying to keep up with all the information in it. He reached his office. Still holding the lit cigarette, he entered and walked straight down the room to look out of the window. This case had been giving him sleepless nights. He knew that Boris was up to something, but all the clues had just led him to a dead end. Boris had ever been Voltaire's faithful dog and Voltaire never did anything without a reason. So, it was, for the moment, a certain fact that Voltaire was directly or indirectly involved in this, whatever it was.

He gave out a sigh, and turned to sit on the chair. A carpet of papers lay before his eyes on the desk, all of them leading him to, nowhere. He had managed to gather a lot of information, but it was all in vain. He put out his cigarette and picked up a paper from the corner of the table and looked at the small photograph of a young teen that was pasted on it. Guarded, crimson eyes looked up at him, raising questions that he had no answer for. I need to get deeper into this. He folded the paper and put it in the breast pocket of his coat, lit another cigarette as he walked out of his office. The door shut behind him, the nameplate reading 'Detective Samuel Stevens'.

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Morning had arrived swiftly and the bustle in the Hospital had gone up by a few notches. Everyone was waiting outside Max's room, looking completely worn out. Their eyes were heavy with worry and their minds were battling the fear inside them.

The concern, had not allowed them even a minute's sleep. They could not help but have the feeling, that Max would run out of the room and spread the joy that he was so well known for, with his innocent smile. But with every second that passed, their hopes crashed down, as the door of the room remained unmoved.

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"...keep your heads up."

"okay" Tala cut the call. What is Boris up to?

He flipped his cell phone open once again and dialled a number, the ringtone played for sometime,

"Hello"

"Ian, Boris in up to no good again, keep your eyes open." Tala spoke.

"Boris? But I thought he was history," Ian sounded slightly worried, "I thought he was in jail."

"Well turns out that he is not any more. The bastard slithered out of it, and much as I would adore to disagree, I have a feeling Voltaire is scheming again." Tala clenched his teeth. Voltaire.

"What? Gosh this is not good! Does Kai know?"

"Well, I also have the feeling that Kai more than knows. Turns out that Max was kidnapped, and tortured. Tortured, Ian! It was almost brutal. Well and knowing Kai he won't even say if there's something to say."

"Tala, where are you getting all this information?"

"This guy, Detec..." he stopped in mid sentence. "You know, I'd better not say anything over the phone. You never know..."

"Yeah, you are right."

"Can you do me a favour? Can you inform Bryan and Spencer? I will try and get through to Kai."

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"... can you do me a favour? Can you inform Spencer? I will try and get through to Kai."

"yes sure. You take care Tala."

A raven haired woman was carefully listening to the conversation between the two boys. She waited for a while after the talking ended, then pressed a tiny red button on her desk.

"Sir, the boys have a hint. Also, Tala received a call from a landline that traced back to a telephone booth in Japan. The speaker remains unidentified. The speaker plans to make a trip to Russia to meet our Russian targets. Also, he sounds like he is a part of the intelligence."

... she waited for a responce.

"Ok." Someone said from the other side. "This means we will have to make quick moves."

"Sir," the woman spoke again, "The Russian target, Tala plans to call Kai, but I have cut the lines as I was instructed earlier. He won't get through."

"Good. Keep a track of them."

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Boris was listening intently as the man standing next to him spoke to the woman.

"...He won't get through."

"Good. Keep a track of them."

The man lifted his finger that was holding down the red button that was beeping a while ago. He turned to Boris to see his reaction.

Boris meagrely smirked. "I have trained my boys well, haven't I?" he tapped his fingers on the table, the rings he wore making a rhythmic sound as they hit the hard surface in turns. "Hmm... And the Intelligence knows already... really it makes me wonder... How?" he said his voice laced with sarcasm. "let's toy with the intelligence for a while. Just till the harmless little rat hiding inside my home comes out." His smirk transformed into a smile. "Meanwhile, get me my Russian boys; I would love to train them again."

"Sir, and what about Kai?"

"We let his mind drive him insane for now..."

The man left at these orders, leaving Boris alone. Kai. You are going to be the guest of honour of my little party.

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OKIE...

One more character fell into this mess of a story...(god where the hell did that come from?) seriously that detective character was totally on the spot. Maybe I felt some Pity for Kai and decided he needed some help. He is not Superman, you know.

Any howz... please read the mess and review...! (Max is still hanging between life and death... Mu ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...)