Hi guys! This is the chapter 3. Enjoy reading!

Ezabellaa (Eza)

R'soriginalusername (Rolly)

They'd decided earlier to attend a doctor. Only when they thought they were out of danger, the chase had continued again, earning them all a few more bruises and Bryan a bullet. And in order to loose their chaser they took the longer route, which was exhausting.

So they went to the nearest medical facility, where they found themselves on the news report in the waiting room.

'Murderers broke into a morgue, tried to destroy the corpse'

Before anyone could recognize them, they left as fast as they could.

It was dark by the time they reached the ware house, but they all made it in one piece. For which they were all thankful. After concealing the mini truck safely, they had settled inside, concluding that going to any other place for now will be dangerous.

Their secret base only had three rooms with box sized control room, kitchen and a bathroom, as paranoid teens running from the monsters this wasn't much of a problem. However, in their initial tween they were simply no the same people. More independent , private and exasperated with the world but somehow they managed.

"The fuck! You're doing this on purpose," Bryan said, his forehead creased, eyebrows formed a 'v'. He was gritting his teeth, and sweating profusely.

"Stop moving." Spencer rolled his eyes, and tried to pluck out a bullet that had buried itself on Bryan's back, with as much delicacy as he could muster, which wasn't much.

While they'd been trained for medical emergency, it didn't beat the professional treatment.

Bryan hissed, "Fuck you."

Someone knocked something in the bathroom, which was followed by an unconvincing 'I'm fine.'

"Tsk," Bryan threw a washcloth at Ian, who simply curled deeper inside his blanket.

'Bitch' Spencer put his tool down, "I'll see what happened."

"Oh no you won't, finish this first!"

Before they could to decide, Tala stumbled in the room, color drained from his skin and he was breathing loudly. He slide against the wall to sit cross-legged on the floor, leaning against it for support, he gave Spencer a weak thumbs-up, "Picked everything up."

"See, he's not dead yet, now get this over with, dammit!" Bryan bit his tongue, cutting the flesh in the process as Spencer pulled the bullet out unexpectedly, "Done," He then dressed the wound, so Bryan won't die from blood loss anytime soon.

Bryan then left the room, hitting Ian on his way, earning colorful string of words, that made other two snort in amusement.

Tala's breathes had evened out, he reach for the remote to turn on the television. They'd stopped showing the news.

"How're you feeling?" Spencer asked as he cleaned the mess they'd created while patching up everyone.

"Awake"

"Awake's good?"

Tala nodded. A line of news sliding in the bottom caught his eye. The text was small, some read it some don't.

"They're searching, more importantly police's searching. We're not that important, are we?"

Spencer shrugged, "Murder."

'Hospital, buses, train, library..." The last one made him frown he had been visiting their a lot in order to complete his college assignments. 'If this thing dragged my year will be wasted and I'd to repeat the class.'

"They were tailing me, I didn't notice."

Spencer had completed his task and was staring at him expectantly.

They'd not asked earlier, but he was conscious, he didn't had an excuse. He sighed.

"I don't know what happened."

"So, you dropped dead just like that." The look on Spencer's face told him that he wasn't believed. But how could he explain it.

"It was like somebody had pulled out the cables and my mind wasn't working, it was like shut down, like getting electrocuted but from the inside. I hadn't felt like this since... since.." 'When was it?'

"Since the abbey," Ian said, poking his head out from the blanket, half of his face was bandaged, and other half was lightly bruised. The other two looked at his direction surprised, not expecting him to join in.

"How do you know?" Spencer asked.

"It happened once before, when I asked him about something, I can't remember properly. He saw something, screamed and collapsed," said Ian, "Do you think it's him again?"

"The old man's rotting in prison, and even if he's out, won't he do something else, then ruining the life of his failed pawns." Tala said, the thought angered him, 'If only breaking into prison was easy, he would personally go and kill him with his bare hands.'

"Sure, before fainting." Ian snorted, even Spencer looked relieved, apparently he'd said the last part aloud.

Tala dragged a hand on his face. "Ha, Ha, Ian you're so funny. And you, what's with that face?" He pointed his index finger at Spencer, glaring at him.

"I thought something happened to you, but you're doing fine." Spencer patted him on the back.

Tala was confused, whether he should be appalled or relieved, but decided not give it too much thought.

"Anyway, we can't stay here. But where would we go?"

"Anywhere would do for now?" Bryan had entered the room, and was leaning against the doorway, "The real question is How?"

'It was the only one option. The only one I could came up with in one night. That's what I'd told others, that's what I'll tell myself. You have better idea? Be my guest.'

Apparently, no one had better idea, that's how Tala ended up in a huge line full of screaming fanatics, with white papers, markers, whatnot and merch that looked like somebody vomited pink all over the area.

Entering the event was very hard. They had to buy an overpriced ticket online. He had no idea, why anyone would pay for something like this. It's ridiculous.

After waiting for hours in the long line, it was finally his turn. He entered the private area, where 'Venus' was generously holding the meet/greet for her fans. It was for two minutes, he had two minutes to convince her to help him. Tala grimaced, before making the best poker face he could.

"Hello, it's really kind of you to join me," said Venus, her voice was sickeningly sweet, like listening to it gave you diabetes. Her face had an angelic smile and her costume looked like a magical girl power up in an anime.

She didn't look like Ming Ming he remembered, she looked older, had white waist long hair and her skin tone looked slightly darker, except the demeanor, she looked like a different person. Tala would've thought he visited the wrong person, if her smile didn't turned into shark grin and her eyes alight with recognition.

He nodded towards her.

The room wasn't much of a room, it was a tent with tea table and some decorations. A guy at the side pulled a chair and motioned him to sit, and he did.

"Well, that's a unique face. I always appreciate variety. Do you want an autograph, handsome?" She winked.

He struggled to not roll his eye at the nickname, "No, uh, you might remember me, from our Beyblade days."

"No, I don't." She giggled, like he had told her the most funniest Joke ever. From the corner of his eye, he saw the guy leave.

"Oh come on, it's common knowledge that you worked with BEGA,"

She gave him an unimpressed stare, but her eyes did dart around the room, uncertainly.

"Look, if you're here because you're broke, buddy, I can't help you. But I can take a selfie, you can sell it if you want." She batted her eyes in mock pity. Tala rolled his eyes , like he would want a selfie with her.

"I don't need money, I need help,-" she rolled her eyes, " getting out of the country, look Ming Ming," her face fell as she glared at him, "Boris is back-"

"Mike~~," she literally screamed in a sing song voice as the guy from earlier, apparently Mike entered the room, "Could you show our guest here a comfortable place to wait. I realize we have a lot to talk." She grabbed, his shoulder in what he assumed she thought was threatening.

He waited for another two hours, and texted the boys that he wasn't dead yet. But with the amount of make up , perfume and pink color in the room, he just might.

Ming Ming burst through the door in all her fury, "What the hell? How did you find me?"

"Did some digging."

"So you do realize the fact that when you have to dig information. Maybe, the person didn't want to be found."

"Like I said, the matter concerns Boris, wouldn't it affect you too?" He raised a single eyebrow.

"Hm. Not really. I have my tracks covered." She put her hands on her waist, looking up at him. Even with her heels, he was taller.

"I had an Intel." He had not, but she didn't need to know that. That got her thinking. Well good for him.

"And how would I be oh so helpful to you?"

"Well, someone slipped one of Monte's painting out of Paris, it was coincidence that you had a concert near it."

She sat down opposite to him, looking unimpressed, " If you could do this much digging, can't you use that cleverness of yours to get yourself out."

"If I could, I wouldn't ask you." They cannot get past the security without being noticed, but she could, stealing Monte's painting without getting noticed wasn't a joke.

"What would I get?"

Tala hadn't give this part much of a thought, because he never expected the plan to work.

"We'll return the favor, when you'll need it."

"Like I'll ever need help from you losers. But look at me, being all mean. When I've got a fan so desperate, and I didn't even give him a price."

She stood up from her spot smiling like a predator about to eat her prey, she sat right next to him. He raised an eyebrow at her as she grabbed his chin brought him to his level. He felt a wet movement on his cheek that felt like a pattern, it was over in a wink of an eye before he could protest. But what shocked him most, wasn't the bizarre action, it was the sealing on the marker in her hand, it said 'permanent marker.'

"You fucking bitch!"

She laughed like an excited child who got her favorite toy at Christmas.

So guys this was chapter 3 of Revenge. I hope you all like it.

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