(Hey ppl. This is the same chapter... just that there were a few silly mistakes that i have fixed... thought they put down the story...)
Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade. But I shall own Kai before I die...!
Ok as promised the little thank you gift is in this chapter...
Read onn to spot it :P
Chapter 11
"Fix him up," a man's rough voice reached Tala's ear and he felt someone jump in next to him. The doors of the vehicle shut with a thick thud. Darkness. There was a small 'click' and a faint yellow light flooded the dark compartment. Someone flipped him to face the ceiling of the van, and unbuttoned his blood-stained white shirt. He clenched teeth as he felt a small metallic object being thrust in his body. Through his blurry vision Tala managed to see a man sow a thin thread through the eye of a curved needle.
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Ian!
His grip on the small stack of photographs faltered and they fell to the ground forming a small scatter of images. He got down on his knees and fumbled through the rest of the images just to watch his fears turn to reality. All the images were dark but he could clearly make out the faces of Ian, Bryan and Spencer. Hurt. Bleeding. The photographs raised a million questions in his head, the answers to which remained a mystery. But wait, where? He looked through the images again. Tala, he is not here. He dipped his hand into the pocket of his jacket, fished out his phone and dialled the red head's number. Come onn..
"Pick up", he whispered to himself. The line went dead after a few more rings. He just had to talk to Tala, find out if he was alright. He hit the redial button. No luck. Redial...
His heart sank when there was no answer after he had tried for the sixth time. He placed the phone on the hospital room floor and stared at the collage of photographs. He hadn't a clue as to where to start. He felt like a fool sitting there being able to do nothing, nothing. He punched his fist into the cold floor and a bolt of pain shot up his arm through his knuckles. He felt Boris's petty plan succeeding, and at what cost. He knew that Boris would stop at nothing. But what did he want him to do? What was the point of all this? What did...
His thoughts snapped and he opened his eyes. The soft sound of his phone vibrating filled the room. Cautiously, he picked it up and looked at the small box on the top of the device, Tala... He flipped the phone open and brought it close to his ear. But he heard a familiar, odd rhythm of breathing and stopped before he said anything. He waited for person on the other side to make his move. A few minutes passed by. Kai tried hard to listen to the happenings on the other end of the line.
"Open the door Kai..."
Kai caught his breath and looked up at the door.
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Night spilled on to the city, spreading through the streets drowning it in its cheerless black. The dull lights on the eight floor of the hospital building brightened the aura of death, which was smiling in the face of the small boy who stood in the corridor just outside the morgue.
The haunting silence dug its claws into the child's heart as his every step echoed in the deserted hallway. He walked closer to the large double doors that opened into the morgue, his blade at the ready. He paused; his heart thumping against his chest, then pushed open the door with one tiny hand. The cold air inside the room rushed out and washed over his small body, sending fresh chills down his spine.
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A metal shutter slowly slid open and a black van, followed by another van that looked more like an ambulance moved into the shadow beyond it. Both vehicles sped down a steep slope to reach the basement, drove down its length and stopped in front of a small door that framed a patch of yellow light. Two guards holding automatic weapons stood at the door guarding the hell that was hidden behind it.
Boris strode down a long passage with three other men at his heel. His body was trembling with anxious joy. Finally. They reached a small door and walked out into the basement. The two guards bowed stiffly and moved away.
They continued to walk until they reached a group of three teens tied back to back with each other; all of them appeared to be fairly awake.
"We had to sedate them sir. The effect will last for another hour", the man standing next to the trio. Boris did not look at the man, but he had heard every work carefully. He stood there, with his hands behind his back and stared down at his old students. He noticed the small bruises and cuts on their bodies. He noticed the blood and the dirt that stained their clothes. His pupils dilated and he clenched his teeth as a sinister smile made his lips curl.
Finally he managed to tear his eyes away from the pretty sight and he looked up. His heart leaped with joy and he tightened his fists behind his back. His feet automatically started moving him closer to the boy who had caused him much trouble.
Tala lay on the floor of the basement. His clothes completely drenched in red. His shirt was open revealing two freshly stitched wounds. Streaks and droplets of dried blood stood out against the pale skin.
Boris inched closer and lifted the limp head of the boy with his foot, to get a better view. His smile widened at the sight of his agony ridden face,
"No matter how much you teach, there always will be a few students who will never learn." He held out his hand and someone handed him a thin long stick. He moved his gaze off Tala's face. Still standing, he examined the wounds on his chest and stomach with the stick. Jabbing hard, to make the boy wince even in his unconscious state. Making blood resurface from the sealed cuts.
Content with himself, for the moment, he turned away from the boy and threw the stick aside. A short man timidly stepped up and handed a file over to him.
"These are the reports of the injuries on all the boys. None of them are serious except the red head, who was shot at, twice." He cowered when Boris turned to face him and threw the file back at him.
"Move the red head to the experiment chambers and dump the rest in the cellars." He paused still staring at the man, "I want the red head to be fully awake when I meet him, or you will lose your existence" He relished the moment when the man's eyes widened and a visible shudder rattled his body.
"H-he will be awake, sir. Fully."
Boris smiled, "if you want to live." He patted the man's shoulder with one hand.
He then, walked towards the table which had several items disposed on it. Three cell phones, a few papers, pens, a couple of head phones... "I want everything dissected and examined to the last screw," he ordered and gestured everyone to disperse.
"Sir," one of the three men who had come with him spoke, he had his cell phone pressed to his ear, "it's from our telephone exchange, they say Kai is trying to get through to Tala's phone again."
There was a long pause, then, "patch him through." As soon as it rang a man picked the bloodied device off the table and handed it to Boris. He stared at Kai's name on the screen. He did not answer but meagrely smiled, Desperation? This is so unlike you, Kai.
"Get it delivered." He said still staring at the screen.
A few minutes passed, "it has been done, sir."
Boris flipped open Tala's phone and dialled the last number. The call was received, but nobody spoke. His smile turned into a grin.
"Open the door Kai..."
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Two very dim lights struggled to keep themselves alive in the wild dark. Kai stepped inside. A few rows of corpses lay on freezing steel tables, covered with thin white sheets. The horrible stench of rotting bodies filled his nostrils as he moved deeper into the room. He jumped as he felt someone move behind him. He mustered all the courage in him and turned around.
A large man with long grey hair stood behind him. Several tattoos were carved into his hands and face. His eyes drooped and looked lifeless, as if trying to reflect the surroundings. He wore a torn black t-shirt and an extremely old pair of pants. His dead eyes looked down at the small boy, trying to cut through their victim. With one swift motion he lifted the boy by his neck and pinned him to the wall behind.
Kai's blade slipped out of his hand as he struggled to draw some air into his lungs. He madly kicked the air with his legs and caught the man's hand, trying to loosen his grip. But, it was no use. Then suddenly, without any warning, the man let go and he fell to the floor.
"Voltaire better not be playing a prank with me," he said to himself as he picked up the small blue blade and threw it at his unworthy opponent. "Pick it up," he ordered the boy.
Still out of breath Kai quickly scrambled to his feet, picked up his blade and got ready for a launch. He shut his eyes and tried to regain his composure.
"3..."
He thought of his parents,
"2..."
He had sworn that he would not let anything happen to them...
"1..."
He opened his eyes, fully aware of what might happen to him tonight...
"LET IT RIP..." he yelled his childish voice trying to compete with the heavy manly voice of his opponent.
The two blades rocketed towards the floor and collided into each other. Kai's small body was flung off the ground by the force of the collision. His blade wobbled slightly, but immediately steadied itself and shot back at the large green coloured blade of the grey haired man. It feebly struck into the green blade. Again. Again. The man laughed at the fruitless attempts.
"You should have finished school before trying to battle with me kid!" He slammed his own blade into Kai's and sent it flying into one of the walls of the morgue.
A sharp pain rose in Kai's chest as his blade crashed into the cold concrete. He let out a yell and sank to the floor. The impact of the green blade was immense but it was not enough to make Kai's blade stop spinning. The blue blade fell to the ground spinning dangerously slowly.
The grey haired man seemed to completely lose his sanity when he discovered that the blue blade was still spinning. Kai clenched his teeth and got back up on his feet. He gathered all the energy inside him and prepared for another attack. But suddenly the temperature in the room seemed to drop by a few more degrees. A chill ran through Kai and he opened his eyes.
The man's eyes blazed black and his body appeared to lose colour. It looked like he was soaking up all the remaining warmth in the room. The lights dimmed further and it became difficult to see anything. The green blade was emitting an eerie glow and was spinning almost a foot above the ground. Amongst all this chaos, Kai spotted a dull red light that momentarily sparkled next to the light bulb that was now flickering violently.
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"Open the door Kai..."
He caught his breath and looked up. The phone still pressed against his ear he got up and walked toward the door and prepared himself to fight whatever was waiting outside, as he unlocked it. He let go of the door and it slowly swung open.
The hallway was deserted. A lone envelope lay at his feet. He picked it up and ripped it open.
The preparations of our little 'get together' have been done and you are invited to join!
He stared at the piece of paper unaware that Boris had already cut the call.
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Kai stood in the doorway, oblivious to the surroundings. Oblivious to the fact that Max has stirred slightly in his absence.
TBC
Yes I know hiding is not going to help, so I am ready to accept it even if you guys hit me with your foot ware, for being this late in uploading chapter 11...
But seriously I would love to blame my new job for this. It just refuses to let me write.
*sigh* but in ne case... I really hope you ppl like the chapter... coz I donno y but this particular chapter was not easy to write. I was stuck at many points and was lost at many points and at one point scrapped everything and started again... but in the end I hope I've managed to nail it.
Well that I shall know only through your reviews.
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