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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!
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Max stirred slightly. The black mist in his head was clearing. The sounds of the world, were trying to wake him from the strange slumber which was forcing to keep his eyes shut. The low rumble of the machines around him slowly filled his ears. His heavy eyelids parted to show him a thin blurry line of his surroundings.
It took him a moment to realize that Kai was standing at the door. He tried to make a sound, to let him know that he was awake. Then suddenly, without warning, all the pain in his body seemed to resurface at full magnitude. His heart beats fastened. One of the machines next to him took note and began beeping at a crazy pace. Max remembered a white scarf from the night he was kidnapped.
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"Track them down," Samuel stood at the window screaming into the receiver of the telephone, furious that there was absolutely no news of the missing Russian boys.
"TRACK THEM." He yelled again and punched his fist onto the frame of the window. "I want to see progress when I get there. They had guns! Sniff around, there must be someone brave enough to spit out what they know."
Samuel had dispatched several of his most trusted men to scan the crime scenes that seemed to not exist. He himself, was still taking the Thursday morning flight, any hasty step from his end and Boris would know it was him helping Tala and it was important that this bit of information stayed under the covers, at least for the moment.
He slammed the receiver down and rubbed his palm across his brow, brushing off the tiny beads of sweat.
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The already dim lights of the morgue flickered madly as waves of cold rose and fell, sending chills through the young boy who stood with his back pressed flat against the wall. The man standing before the boy appeared to be possessed; the strands of his gray hair flying in and out of his face. His eyes were completely devoid of colour and his skin was as pale as the skins of the many others who lay dear in the freezing hollow.
A surge of energy left the large green blade as it slowly rose up, its spin lazed out to a meager turn. For the first time that night, Kai noticed the black bit chip attached to the top of the blade as it gave out a slight glint reflecting some of the dim chaotic lights. Another swell of energy poured out of the blade, this time pushing out Kai's blue blade, which wobbled slightly and stopped spinning at Kai's feet. Kai pressed back against the wall yet again in a hope that it would swallow him, shield him and take him away from all the insanity unfolding before him.
Small rivers of blood left the man's nostrils. Eyes fluttering open and shut at the speed of light. His arms he held apart as if readying himself to embrace whatever it was that stood in front. Everything seemed to slow down around the green blade that now hung in mid air. Suddenly, a perfectly round, pitch black shadow hit the floor directly beneath it. A jumble of black lines started to erupt on its edges, moving like fingers, growing as each second passed by, as if trying to get a better feel of this new place that they were in. Judging their way into this new world.
Kai pulled back his feet as one of the lines crept closer. He pressed harder against the wall, trying to avoid the chaotic shadow. But it grew and as it passed over the small body it groped its way over it, its long fingers moving over it. They had finally found what they were looking for.
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He stirred. His head was full of a jumble of events. His body felt numb. A distinct sensation of warm liquid was traveling up his left arm creeping into the rest of him. It painfully forced itself into the nerves if his body, making him wake up.
"He is moving," he heard someone say above him, the voice was faint, but it was there. He was not alone.
"Come on! Wake him up. He will be here any minute!" another man ordered. "Give me some light"
A flash of bright white light hit him in the face, trying to pierce its way into his eyes. There it was, he was running, running. But from whom? Where? And then there was blood, lots of blood. The light suddenly moved away and a splash of freezing water fell across his face, getting him awake instantly, giving him the knowledge of all his
roughly stitched up wounds.
He lay on the cold surface of a steel table. His hands, legs bound. Tala looked up, his vision gradually trying to adjust.
"Why is it that, only my best students are so hard to handle?"
Boris was stood beside him.
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One of the machines broke the silence that engulfed him. The maddening beeps told him that Max was awake. He turned to look. Max's weak eyes were barely open. His chest rose and fell rapidly.
Kai hurriedly gathered the photographs scattered on the floor and stuffed them down the front of his shirt. Doctors and nurses rushed past him into the room. Some tried to steady his fading friend and some tried to calm the frantically beeping machines, taking readings and pressing several buttons that were blinking red, just moments ago. They injected Max with something to calm him down. The room fell silent yet again. The medics slowly cleared out, everyone shooting a worried glance at the blond patient. A doctor stayed back and scribbled something onto the clipboard and hung it back at the foot of Max's bed.
"Please come with me." He said as he made his way out.
"What's wrong with him?"
"Please follow me and you will get your answers."
Kai followed the doctor out of the room and down the long passage. They walked toward the elevator. The doors slid open to let them enter. Kai watched as he pressed 'G'. He knew exactly where he was going.
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Boris stared down at the teen in front of him. Still recovering from the cold water splashed across his face. He watched as the boy slowly opened his eyes, weakly trying to lift his head, trying to see. He casually walked to the smaller table at the foot of the steel table and picked the small thin sharp blade, attached to the end of a long pencil like rod. The silver blade, slightly rusty at one end, glistened momentarily as the light fell on it.
"Why is it that, only my best students are so hard to handle?"
He said, walking back to look at his victim's face. He placed the instrument on the boys right cheek and lifted his head. The starving blade, slitting the skin and drawing out some more blood from the already drained body.
"Teenagers tend to be foolish. They don't try to think. Think of what will happen to them, if they testify against me," he said and casually lifted the blade off the boy's cheek and placed it on his chest. Slowly he sank the blade into his flesh, making his prey let out a yell. He savored each moment and observed as the already tormented body failed the boy's will to stay silent.
In his joy, he deepened the cut and pulled the instrument toward himself, finally forcefully slashing it out.
"But I know it's not your fault, Tala. You were always my nice student. I know who poisoned your mind," he threw the blade back at the small table "and he is coming to meet you." He brushed the boy's red hair out of his face.
He drew his hand away from Tala's face and looked at the man standing in the corner of the room. The white coat clad man scurried forward, "put him with the others," were the orders he got and he very loyally obliged.
Boris saw the man drag the redhead off on a stretcher. He locked his hands behind his back, standing in the middle of the dim room. The white light casting a sharp shadow behind him. His wait was finally coming to an end.
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So yaaa...! m so terribly sorry for the lateness. But the work is really really exhausting. Hopefully this will not happen again.
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