DISCLAIMER: Don't own Beyblade. But do own all the extra characters I created. And of course Kai..!
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Chapter 16
"Boris."
Samuel's grip on the phone tightened, "I know, Daniil might not be making any sense. Well, how can he when there is a gun pointing at his head?" he gave out a fake laugh. "I sniffed out the rat you appointed in my office and I already know what its future looks like," there was a pause, then the sound of a shot being fired, "…and I am in the process of deciding yours. Run if you can."
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"Standby" the man tightened his grip on the sniper and took careful aim from his position behind the billboard, then waited.
"I'll count to five…" his ear-piece delivered the order.
"One…"
He watched as his target spoke over the phone. He noticed the expression of disapproval in his attitude.
"two…"
The target drew the phone away from his ear and looked at it in disbelief. Probably unsure of what to do next, he started to dial another number then gave up and flipped the phone shut.
The man on the other side was taking unnaturally long pauses.
"three…"
Almost time now. One number more and the target would be down.
Was he testing his patience?
"Four…"
Steady. His aim was right at the target's head. His target looked at his watch. Pause.
"Five…"
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It had barely been an hour and the room was already crowded making the atmosphere stuffy and chaotic. Everyone watched as an already dizzy Max was being bombarded with questions by two men claiming to be detectives.
"I know this must be difficult for you Max, but we need to know what we don't," they said trying to dig out all the information from inside Max.
He looked so pale Rei thought he might slip back into the coma he had just fought. He watched his friend rub his eyes and temples as he recounted the horrific events he would rather have forgotten. The fear he felt was so evident when he stammered.
"I don't know w-what they injected me with… I-I could feel everything… it was like all my wounds had a life of their own. I felt pain that just cannot be explained in words…"
Every just listened as he spoke, every time swallowing a lump that would form in his throat. "I didn't know where I was, I did not know what would happen to me. I did not know why I was there in the first place. They just kept hitting me and injecting me with stuff that made me hallucinate. It was… just… just…" he shook his head and shut his eyes, small beds of tears slid down his cheeks.
The detectives let him gather himself, "Max, please tell us if you saw the faces of the kidnappers. Or anything that coul…"
"That's enough" Rei was looking at Max who appeared to be in shock. He just stared at the two men like they would explode any minute now. "That's enough for today. What do you think you people are doing? Would you mind giving him a breather…! I think it's time for you to leave…"
The men hesitated then realized they had pushed a bit too much and made to leave. Tyson walked up to comfort Max who was still staring at the same spot. "Max? Are you alright brother?" he placed his hand on Max's should as if to hold him still. "Max?"
"Kai…" it was barely a whisper, but everyone seemed to have heard.
"What about him Max?" Judy suddenly pitched in to the conversation. She looked intently at her son for an answer.
"What is it Max?"
"I saw him… " he sounded terrified. "I saw Kai that day…"
"What? What do you mean you saw him?" Rei's concern was obvious.
"He was the one who took me that day…"
Rei looked at him, his judgmental eyes trying to look through him for a possible explanation. The two detectives stopped in the doorway, taking note of every last detail of the situation.
Max finally looked directly at Rei.
"Are you sure… "
"Yes…" he dithered, "… I mean, I saw his scarf," he looked away, "… and his voice, I remember hearing his voice… I don't remember what he said, but I know it was his voice."
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Light poured into the dark void that had surrounded him. Someone lifted him out of the small space and dropped him onto the floor. They dragged him by his ankles, his body dragged against the smooth cold floor that pierced through his feverish skin. His slate hair wet with sweat clinked to his forehead and his parched lungs clawed at the inside of his chest. A dry cough left him as still they dragged him.
The feel of the floor suddenly changed, it was carpeted and rough now. Its musty smell was fairly overpowering, adding fake warmth to a place that was made of cold souls. A flame crackled like a little girl giggling, laughing at the rules of the world. It danced and scattered its flickering light around the room.
A numbing heat was radiating from his body, it made his bones ache. His chest rose and fell as he struggled to draw the oxygen from the air. The scars from so long ago, seemed to be slowly opening up.
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This was his place, up, above all else. He had for long yearned to be here and now, finally the time had come.
Its blades slashed through the air as it landed in the clearing amidst the slumbering forest. Black was the colour of the night. The winds around the chopper settled and disappeared beyond the tall trees. Silence took over and everything remained unmoved for a while. People rushed into the clearing to welcome their leader. The doors of the chopper slid open and the overpowering figure concealed within it stepped out. Boris rushed forth and bowed slightly,
"The pieces are set to move." he straightened himself to look at Voltaire.
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… The target drew the phone away from his ear and looked at it in disbelief. Probably unsure of what to do next, he started to dial another number then gave up and flipped the phone shut.
The man on the other side was taking unnaturally long pauses.
"three…"
Almost time now. One number more and the target would be down.
Was he testing his patience?
"Four…"
Steady. His aim was right at the target's head. His target looked at his watch. Pause.
"Five…"
He pulled the trigger and certain as it was his target fell to the ground.
The airport atmosphere lost its composure; people watched in dismay as blood spread around the fallen man and stained the floor. The police hastened to the scene, medics were brought in and instantly, the crime scene was sealed off. The bloodied body of Detective Samuel was carried out of the airport.
The man watched the chaos for a while, relishing the fear that slithered through the air. Watched as the anxieties of the onlookers made the atmosphere tremble. Watched as the bloodied body of his targe was carried off…
-Target exterminated-
He typed the message in the message window. Send.
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TBC
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