Disclaimerrr : Beyblade is not mine to own. But one day i will become rich and plot a super plan to own KAI...!
This chapter is truly evil... read to find out...! *narrows eyes* *super evil grin* ( + pointy teeth showing !)
Chapter 9
It was almost the end of summer. The days grew dim and the cold winds wailed loudly as they ran past the meadows of the village. The frigid climate was once again trying to slither onto peoples' homes.
"I thought I was quite clear when I told you what the rules were, Kai" Boris stood over the petite form of Kai lying in front of him, on the table on his stomach, a long whip hanging loosely from one hand. "Going running to mommy is not going to help here. Rule number one says," he lifted the whip and brought it slashing down on the child's back. Kai let out a wail of agony, "never let anyone know of our little secret game, and rule number two says," the whip slashed down again, trying to slice the little boy into two, making the boy yell again, "when you get punished for breaking rules, you DON'T make a SOUND," the devil raised his voice and Kai fell silent instantly, but the tears refused to stop falling. "...and you definitely don't go running to mommy anymore."
Exhausted, Boris threw the whip to one side and walked over to a dark corner.
"HE is a tough 'lil son of a bitch, your grandson," wiping the blood off his hands, Boris addressed the figure that was calmly standing in the shadows and watching his own blood get ruthlessly tortured, "but he will break."
Voltaire expression remained unchanged, "Get him fixed up, we need to get him home to his worthless Mother," saying he handed the clothes that belonged to his grandson to Boris, along with some antiseptic and some medicated bandage. Boris took them and threw them to the small boy who lay on the dirty table in the old shack, amidst the small pools of fresh blood and old blood that stained it, warm tears still silently falling from his eyes.
"Get up, you little piece of shit! And get dressed, unless you want a second round of beating." Boris relished the moment when he saw a small flinch shake the boy. He watched as Kai slowly got down to his feet, his legs refusing to take the weight of his body, he staggered and fell to his knees. But he quickly reached for his clothes and the antiseptic, giving Boris even more reason to celebrate his satanic victory against his harmless opponent.
Kai slowly opened the bottle of liquid antiseptic and poured it on the cotton that he held in his other trembling hand. Fumbling slightly and pouring some onto the floor. He shut his eyes momentarily, afraid that this mistake would cost him some more pain. Then slowly put the bottle down and started wiping the small lashes that decorated his left hand. The blood staining the cotton as it moved over the wound. Somewhere in the background he could hear the two men speaking,
"...I think his mother knows," Boris's low raspy voice said.
"Keria, trusts me too much, leave it to me to keep her off his scent" Voltaire looked over Boris's shoulder to see his grandson struggling as he tried to reach the wounds on his back, he smirked and looked at Boris. Boris turned and walked to the boy,
"We don't have all night you little twerp, we can't have your mother sniff the grounds and trace you to here now, can we?" he roughly lifted the child and threw him back on the table. He picked up the bottle of antiseptic and poured all its contents liberally on the wounds, making Kai's skin sting and burn. Kai bit his lip to keep himself from crying out aloud and screwed his eyes shut. He felt the burning and the pain double as Boris cruelly spread the liquid on his back using a tiny piece if cotton.
Boris pulled the boy up and made him sit straight, then bandaged his small chest. "Now, put on your clothes, or do you want royal treatment for that too?" he said curtly, making the boy quickly wiggle off the table and reach for his clothes. Once fully clothed, Kai stood trembling in the biting cold that was trying to invade the shack. He shivered herder as Voltaire approached him.
Voltaire smiled warmly and looked down at his terrified grandson as he handed him his thick coat. He watched as Kai put it on. Then, he lifted the tiny boy onto his arms and whispered to him, "come, Kai! Let's go home." He smirked as an almost inaudible sob left his grandson,
"Grandfather..."
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"Detective Stevens, your tickets to Russia have been booked for this Thursday early morning," the young woman on the other side of the line informed him. "Everything before Thursday is full. Would you like me to shift the timings to later on, in the day?"
"No, Kiyomi. The earlier, the better."
"Right. Any thing else, sir?"
"Yes, could you pull out those files related to the Russian fraud and child abuse, from the archives and have them sent to my cabin?"
"Yes, certainly sir."
Stevens replaced the receiver on the phone on his desk and rubbed his aching eyes for a while, then returned back to the papers that he had been reading.
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The constant restlessness was getting the better of him. Even though on the outside he appeared to be composed as usual, inside, was splitting into a thousand tiny pieces. A jigsaw puzzle, so messed up that he was left clueless as to where to start.
He had tried calling Tala and the others in Russia several times, but every time the line went dead. He knew that this was exactly what Boris wanted, but as much as he tried, he couldn't push out the ugly thoughts that invaded his mind. He had no clue as to where Tala and the others were. Even if he did go out looking for him, he had no clue as to where to start! With every passing hour, the anxiety inside him was doing the job of driving him insane.
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"Boy spotted. Location; West street, Market place, St. Petersburg."
"Keep him in sight. Wait for further the orders."
The man casually walked across the busy marketplace, pretending to be just another piece of the massive crowd, careful enough not to lose the young Russian and trying to catch each word as the teen spoke in over the phone in his mother tongue. He found a suitable spot and silently, click. Click. Click. He captured the actions of the boy.
"... where are you getting all this information Tala?" the teen said as worry flashed across his face, waiting for a response. He stopped in front the display window of a large shop flaunting a wide range of gadgets, not looking at anything in particular. He then seemed to focus on scanning his own reflection in the glass.
"Yeah, you are right." Another pause, as the teen scrutinized himself further. "Yes sure. You take care Tala." He said looking down at his feet, and let out a short sigh.
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Ian walked ahead, his reflection in the glass of the display window walking alongside him till the end of the frame. He made his way through the crowd as, his mind analysing the newly acquired information.
He retrieved his phone from his pocket again, and searched for a number, then pressed the call button,
"Spencer? Hi, Ian here. Bryan with you?"
"Yes, tell me. How have you been?"
"I was fine till about Five minutes back Spencer." Ian took another detour and entered a comparatively quiet lane.
"Why? What's the matter?"
"I got a call from Tala. He says Boris is on the move again."
"Boris? But wasn't he in..."
"...In jail. Yes even I thought so, but we all know how slimy he is, he got out. Just... Spencer I think we are being followed" Ian dropped his volume. "So, be careful, ok!"
"Yeah." Spencer was clearly shaken at the thought of Boris.
"Ok, I have to go now, but I'll keep you filled in with any other info. Bye." He cut the call.
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The man followed the teen, clicking pictures of his every movement, skilfully hiding himself from view. He watched as the boy got into a slightly old looking building, then let his camera fall down to his chest and typed a message on his cell phone.
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Three men sat waiting in a partially lit one bedroom apartment, on the third floor of a slightly old looking building. The cell phone of the man standing next to the window buzzed; 'Target approaching, defence status unknown.' He read the message, looked up and signalled his companions, then typed a new message into his phone.
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The man standing outside Boris's room flipped open his cell phone as soon as he felt it vibrate. He read the message on the display of the phone and rushed inside, not bothering to knock.
Boris looked up and saw the man enter. He read the message on the man's phone. 'Target approaching, defence status unknown. Awaiting go ahead signal.' His eyes momentarily widened, the venom almost dripping out of them. A better plan had just struck him. He typed in a reply.
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The three men in the room took their positions. They quickly attached silencers to their guns and pointed them at the door. The soft, click sound, told them that the door would open. Any moment now. They tightened their grip on their guns. The door swung open, the empty doorframe left momentary question marks on their faces.
"MOVE! Catch the little bastard!" one of them had managed to snap out of the trance.
All the three ran at the same time. One jumped out of the window and onto the street. He swiftly ran around the building to its only entrance. Then ran back up the stairs, pointing his gun at every corner. He met one of his companion on the first floor, checking all the full and empty apartments for the boy. No luck.
The third agent had run up to the roof, roughly checking all the floors on his way. He kicked the door of the terrace open. Bingo!
The teen was skilfully walking on a rope that connected the building to its neighbouring building.
"Hey..! Stop! Come back here you little maggot!" He said in his large booming voice.
Downstairs, his companions heard the announcement, and looked out of the window at the end of the passage. Surely enough, they spotted the boy. They both moved at lightning fast speed. One ran down, back out and into the next building. The other ran to the floor below the roof, and looked out of the window. The kid had reached halfway. He pointed his gun at the boy and shot, the silencer muffling the sound almost completely.
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The bullet had just missed. Slightly panicked, Ian increased his speed. That's when the bastard fired another shot. This one hit the rope and it started to slowly split. Ian felt the threads loosening below his feet. He braced himself. The rope snapped. He caught hold of the rope and swung along with it, falling straight through a glass window of the other building. Better than falling nine floor to the ground! The sharp shards of glass cut through his unprotected flesh.
He ran past the doors that lined the walls of the passage, to look through the second window at the end of it. Any escape would do. He crawled out of the window and jumped straight into the pile of garbage below. But, he had a feeling that someone had seen him jump. Wasting no time, he tried to swim to the shores of the pool of garbage, pushing the large bags aside. Almost out. He struggled to move, between the stinking, rotting mounds of wastes. Finally he stepped put, his head pounding from the all the intense bad smell.
Ian stopped in his tracks. He opened his eyes, only to see the barrel of a gun pointing straight at his face.
"Gave us quite a run din' ya? Ya little bastard!" the man was grinning an almost psychotic grin. The photographer behind him clicked a picture.
TBC
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PHEWW...! gosh... I wrote that at a stretch...! I think you guys know what's gonna happen next... *grinnn*
Not much of Kai in this chapter but. He is going insane thinking, and thinking and cursing himself for being such a worthless idiot. Remember? So I decided to let him do that in peace, he likes to be left alone in any case...! :P
Oh! Have been typing away on this laptop since morning...!
Hmmm... Please, review!