OK chapter 19 is here..

Again, I don't won Beyblade, but do own the character's I have created.

He could still smell the blood. Still see it on his little hands. Could still picture her lifeless eyes. Her embrace had been so warm, he wanted nothing more than to just lose himself in it forever. Now he felt nothing. The world was empty, just a hollow shell. Grandfather, his thoughts turned to the man who had been so loving towards him, Why are you doing this?

He woke up in a dark room, the air felt damp. The surroundings were alien to him. He had been dreaming once again, tears spilling form his eyes. He failed to understand what was going on. His body still ached as the cuts and bruises from Boris's abuse fought their own battle to heal. Something inside his chest hurt. It had been two days now. Why had his grandfather shot his mother was beyond his comprehension. He remembered just sitting there cradling her head in his lap, while the two older men laughed and joked over drinks. Then what happened was all a blur. Suddenly his mother was gone and he had found himself sitting in small room. No light, No food, no water. How many days had it been again?

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His heart was pounding. The blindfold must have blocked the lab from his view, but he still could hear the clinks and clanks of the surgical equipments. The low whizz of the machines around him. The shuffle of the feet of the 'surgeons'. He still felt the menacing presence of Boris next to him, his hand firmly gripping his already hurting shoulder.

Someone inserted a syringe in his left forearm and he felt the strong liquid being pushed into his body. He felt a little dizzy, like he wanted to vomit. What they were doing to him was completely beyond him.

"This is going to hurt," came another whisper from the dominating voice that belonged to Boris. Kai could almost taste the thrill in it. His heart began racing as the beeping of the machine hooked to him fastened as well. But suddenly he felt odd, his heart rate stabilized. The lack of coordination between his mental state of hysteria and his calm physical state confused him. He heard a soft clink. His breathing became somewhat labored, as he waited in fearful anticipation. Someone roughly opened his mouth and placed a rubber like thing in it. Seconds seemed like an eternity, and then it finally started.

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Voltaire sat in his study, going over numbers and figures that ran into millions that would ultimately fall into his fat overseas bank accounts. His concentration was disrupted with a faint knock on the door.

"Enter"

"My Lord, your eleven o' clock meeting is here to see you."

He quickly shuffled the papers into a neat pile and threw them inside the desk drawer, "Send him in."

The man at the door turned to look at someone on the outside, "He will see you now," he said as he held the door open for the man.

Voltaire capped the pen in his hand and looked up.

He was a tall thin man. His purple hair combed back. His green coat was crisp and the white shirt inside it spotless. Voltaire was impressed; perfection was something he had always admired.

"Boris," the man held out his hand, and Voltaire gave him a firm handshake still judging him.

"Please, take a seat," he gestured to the heavy chair across.

Boris had an air about him, something about this man intrigued Voltaire, "Before we begin the meeting, my Lord," he looked directly into Voltaire's eyes, "I would like to congratulate you on your son's victory in the Russian Beyblade Championship. I must say, he has a lot of talent, and that bit beast, Dranzre," he paused, an expression of longing briefly passed over him, "She is just something else. Wouldn't you agree?"

"The Russian championship is all my son can ever achieve." He had never thought highly of his own son.

"Well, he will have his days of glory I'm sure," he paused, "I was just wondering when you would have yours."

"Care to explain?" Voltaire was taken aback by the statement. No one had the ever dared to speak to him in this fashion.

"Oh, my Lord, please don't get me wrong, you are very successful indeed, and an exceptional businessman. I admire you greatly, exactly why I am here." Boris was working his slippery tongue well, "But that's only a part of why I am here."

"What's the other part then?"

"Lord, you must have of heard of my humble organization? Biovault? Well we are currently onto some groundbreaking research concerning bit beasts. I'm sure you are well aware what they are?" he raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Yes I have some knowledge."

"Well then you must know that these creatures are pure energy. Pure power. They are majestic creatures," his face fell, "and it just hurts me when they are put to such trivial use as fighting bey battles. These creatures were made for ruling the world, not for winning petty matches."

The words had piqued Voltaire's interest, but he kept silent.

"At Biovault, we are in the process of developing some artificial beasts. But more importantly, and this is confidential, but I'm telling you none the less, because I can see that you are a man that appreciates power and knows how to use it." Boris smiled, "we are in the process of developing a beast that would be able to absorb the power of other bit beasts. If the experiment is a success," he sighed "imagine the power."

"and what you want from me is..?"

"What we want from you is a bit of your support, you know, financially. But more than that, what I want is the beast that your son wields. The phoenix is the image of perfection. We would like to study it, some."

Voltaire smiled.

From there Voltaire had quickly accepted Boris's intentions as his own. He invested, and Boivault grew to an monster of an organization. They had lured in so many young bladers and trained them, but this was just to maintain the public image of a training and research facility. Underneath, the organization had bought, experimented on and disposed off of so many young children that the world would not miss. Sacrifices were necessary, they were creating manmade bit beasts and so they had to alter the functioning of the wielder's brain and body to suit it.

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Today, Voltaire stood at a distance watching his grandson as he squirmed on the operating table, and we created Black Dranzer, the beast that will finally show the world what real power is. Then, after countless experiments, we realized that the beast needed a live host to incubate in, he smirked as they placed a rubber rod in his grandson's mouth, well, look at my luck Kai, you were just about the right age. My perfect child. You definitely had a lot more talent than my worthless son. The way you wielded the blade even without a beast. You knew how to deal with power, just like me. I saw that in you.

Kai's breathing was heavy his chest rose and fell rapidly, so I broke you and we placed the seed in you and look at you, you have done so well, fueling it with your depression and anger. You will be my weapon, my child.

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… and it started.

The surgeon cut in to his flesh, mechanically working his way inward towards the teen's heart. The boy screamed and fidgeted, unable to get away. Two of the assistants held the boy's torso down to restrict his movements even more. The serum that they had injected in the boy was to help stabilize his heart rate. After much convincing that the boy was too weak, and that the procedure would potentially stop his heart, Boris has agreed to give him a mild anesthetic. But that was not going to cut it. The boy still would feel most of the pain, and now he screamed, biting down on the rubber rod, eyes screwed shut,

"you fucking weakling," Boris held Kai's face in a pinch, "this is not how I trained you. You escaped into the outside world and now look. You have ruined everything." He ripped the blindfold off his face.

The surgeons kept working as Boris commanded the boy between his sharp screams, his plea for them to stop.

"But don't worry," his tone soft again, "you are back here now. This time I will make sure to squeeze out all the weakness from you, my beautiful boy. So now, stop screaming," the last words, he said almost lovingly.

Kai heard everything, but nothing seemed to register. This must be the famous 'breaking point'.

Boris smiled and dropped his head back on to the table rather harshly. Then suddenly he shoved the assistants holding him down out of his way, placed his palms on either side of the boy's head and brought it up dangerously close to his own,

"I said," spitting all the anger out into his words, "STOP SCREAMING" his voice echoed throughout the lab and everything came to a standstill, everyone stunned. Kai's eyes flew open, all those years when Boris had trained him came flooding back as he looked into his furious eyes. He fell completely silent. His breath still erratic,

"That's better," he smiled, he looked up, satisfied. Everyone just stared at him, "yes, whats the matter?" he was still smiling, "please continue, we are on a clock here" he gestured to the surgeons' to proceed.

Somewhere in the middle of the long procedure, Kai slipped into unconsciousness.

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