Disclaimer: I will say that I don't own this so the lawyers don't take my car, but we all wish I had the rights, don't we?
I have a legit excuse this time...I got fired. After 4 years of working reliably at the same company they decided to fire me...over a fucking name tag! Seriously. I broke it a few weeks prior, told my manager about it, she did nothing, then the hotel manager caught me without it and apparently blew such a hissy fit, he dragged the district manager into it. I've been waiting for my severance pay for over 2 weeks now.
So I got drunk, took a week off from life, my boyfriend dried my tears then I went job hunting...I got a job with the second resume I put it! Anyways, with this new job, I get to work lots of split shifts, so on these split shifts, I get to sit in the McDonald's that's across the street for 2 hours. Which means I get at least 2-4 hours a week (maybe more) to spend writing! Also, I no longer work till 11 at night, which means I can write when my daughter is in bed.
I HAVE MY LIFE BACK!
This may be the start of steady updates!
So please enjoy chapter 5 of Breach!
Deep within the cold, stern walls of Fushu, a max security prison, guarded by over five hundred highly-trained officiers, a prestigious inmate lay on his steel bed. In his large, rough hands was a book entitled "The Shawshank Redemption". Every so often, the prisoner would move to reach under his grey, itchy uniform and scratch the dry bits of skin on his toned stomach.
The rumours circling around this individual were nothing short of terrifying. It was whispered that he was so powerful that had pushed three guards at the same time into the electric fence. It was mummered that he was so cunning, that he played "snitch" for the first few months to gain to the trust of the guards, only to put them on a false trail that helped four inmates escape. And only in the darkest hours of the night, it was uttered that this man was the leader in the prison ring that smuggled tobacco and other contraband item into the facility. Word was that he was he was taking any strong men under the age of 25 under his wing and training them how to fight to increase his own ranks.
The inmates respected him as much as they feared him, and his name was known to everyone in the prison.
The man with the highest bail, who only ever had one visitor, the man who had every intention of dying in this god—forsaken place was none other than: Voltaire Hiwatari.
But if anyone was curious enough to ask who he was, he would say he was a simple man living a simple life.
Then there was his cellmate. Caleb "Cable" Delwinski. One could just lay their eyes on them and a chill would run down their spine. He had a massive frame on his 6ft 4" height, crazed, ice-blue eyes and spiked-up blonde hair. The story surrounding him was tragic and grotesque.
The rumour was that he had once been a nice, normal guy. He had his own house, had a beautiful wife, and worked long, hard hours as a labourer.
That was until he walked in on his best friend balls-deep inside of his wife. Instead of shouting, or screaming, he calmly asked to join them, saying he wanted to give his wife a night of real fun. So he and his friend double-teamed her. Filling her every orifice with their seed until they collapsed from exhaustion.
A week later, Caleb bought as many tanks of propane as possible and placed them around his friend's house in the dead of night.
They say you could see the inferno three towns over.
The police arrived just in time to see him rip his wife's uterus from her body. She had barely made it with her life, but lost the ability forever to have children. They say that the scars never healed and every time she looks in the mirror, she sees the word "slut" carved across her forehead.
He earned the nickname "Cable" when he was helping to unload one of the food trucks at the prison. He took one of the steel cables that helped keep the skids of food upright, and wrapped it around the necks of 2 guards, nearly decapitating them. He found the keys to the truck in one of their pockets and drove the truck through the electric gate, mowing down seven guards in the process.
He made it a full 10 blocks down the street before the tires were finally shot out and the truck swerved into the ditch. He climbed out, unscathed and tried to escape on foot in the nearby field. Police cut him off and one tased him. But Caleb didn't go down.
So they tased him again.
And again.
And again.
Only after six tasers were lodged inside his body did he finally fall; and when he did, he was laughing. "It tickles so much!". It was said that some officers quit that day.
Unfortunately for everyone- Voltaire and Cable got along famously. It was a match made in hell, and Cable was second in command whenever Voltaire was busy or got himself thrown in solitary confinement.
They all but ran the prison, to the point where they had some of the guards in on their schemes, by either "over-looking" their activities or helping them bring in forbidden items.
At the current moment though, Voltaire was no longer focused on his book. His eyes kept shifting over to his cellmate doing push-ups, silently keeping count. So far Cable was at 657, and the speed at which he was doing them would put his grandson to shame. He could only imagine the possibilities if someone handed him a beyblade with a powerful bitbeast! What a shame that his talents truly went to waste here. "How long are you stuck here?"
"Judge gave me 25 years, mostly for torturing the bitch. It's not so bad here though. Don't need to worry about my girl being an unfaithful whore, and don't need to slave away for hours just to put food on the table. How about you V? How long do you got? Is it true that you intend to die here?"
"It's a simple life. It would've been only 5 years, but my grandson made sure to snag a judge I couldn't pay off. He and his friend's testified and I was charged for multiple cases of torture and child abuse. Hmph, what they call child abuse, I called "tough-love". I didn't want him to be a weakling like his father. He could've had the power to do whatever he wanted, but he threw his future away because of his morals."
"Sounds like we were both under-appreciated."
"Indeed."
Footsteps from the hallway made the men go silent. "Hiwatari, you have a visitor."
Voltaire sighed. "What does my ungrateful grandson want now?" He glanced at Cable, "This shouldn't take long."
He followed the guard to the visitation room and was surprised not to see his grandson there, but a beautiful woman with long blonde hair.
"Hello Voltaire, I wish to make a deal with you."
Staring into her garnet orbs, he saw the cunning, malice and hunger for power. Eyes that he's seen in his own reflection countless of times.
He grinned. "I'm listening."
Kai groaned as the song "Du hast" by Ramstien woke him from his sleep. That meant the one who dared wake him from his sleep was Tala. He buried his face into Tyson's hair, hoping if he ignored it, the device would eventually shut-off. He got his wish a few moments later, only for the music to start up again.
"He's not going to stop until you pick up the phone." murmured Tyson sleepily.
Kai sighed, knowing that his lover was right and begrudgingly he picked up the phone. "WHAT?!"
"Voltaire has been released from prison!"
Kai shot up out of bed. "Whose stupid idea was that?!"
"The Warden's. He signed the release papers and everything. Someone paid the 50 million dollar bail."
"Who!?"
Hearing the distress in his boyfriend's voice, Tyson forced himself out of the clutches of sleep to see Kai haphazardly getting dressed. Now he was up. "Put Tala on speaker."
Kai obliged and they could hear the wrestling of papers. "A doctor by the name of Melissa Killith was the one who paid Voltaire's bail. Does that name mean anything to you?"
Tyson went white. "Dr. K?"
Kai's eyes widened in realization. She must've somehow survived the star ship exploding!
"Who the fuck is Dr. K?"
Tyson grabbed the phone. "She used to work for this guy called Dr. Zaggart. Anyways dude, she's bad news. She sent bladers after us, behind her boss' back to try and capture our bitbeasts."
"She likes to use aliases Tala." warned Kai. "We don't know her real name, but chances are high that she will come after our bitbeasts."
"Will she just target yours, or is she like Boris and wants them all?"
"Um, Ozuma said something about ours being the "Sacred Four" and having special powers." recalled Tyson.
"Who the fuck is Ozuma?!"
"Anyways-" Kai interjected, "Dr. K is not someone we should underestimate. Try and see if you can find their location."
"Will do."
"Is Boris still in prison?" asked Tyson nervously.
"Yeah. According to my friends on the inside, a few inmates caught wind that he was a woman beater and sent him to the infirmary. He's been in solitary for the past week for his own protection."
"Hn." Kai scoffed. "Bastard doesn't deserve protection."
Tyson sighed. "At least that's one less crazy person we have to deal with."
"I'll call you if I found anything else."
"We appreciate it Tal'." Tyson hung up the phone and Kai, now fully dressed, sat at his desk and started up his laptop. A heavy silence fell between them. "Do you think-"
"That he's going to pull my father from wherever he locked him up and overthrow me from the company? Probably."
"So what are you going to do about it?"
"Let him." Tyson's mouth fell open. "I'm typing up a contract so if my grandfather marches in here demanding his company back, I'll be compensated nicely so I can wash my hands of him and be done with it."
Tyson stood up. "So you're just going to hand this place over to him?!"
Kai stopped his typing and locked eyes with his rival. "Look Tyson, I never asked for any of this. I turned 18 and the company just fell into my lap. It was easy money and I went with it. I decided to clean up his messes and shut-down Biovolt. The only reason I have for keeping the company is so we can use it's resources to find out what happened to my father. But, if my grandfather brings my father out of hiding, then I have no use for this place anymore and I can leave my past behind for good. I will be able to dedicate my entire life to beyblading, and to you." He said the last part tenderly, and a blush formed on his cheeks as he realized how cliche it sounded.
"R-Really?" Tyson was taken aback. Kai would give up billions of dollars just to beyblade and be with him? Then again, Kai was never about having tons of fancy money or living a large, grand lifestyle. He was just Kai. A guy who just wanted to be the World Champion Beyblader and live a simple life away from drama. His face broke out into a grin. "Awww, you're such a sap."
Kai's cheeks were flaming. "Shut-up!"
"Would it kill you to admit it?"
"Go shred papers!"
"It's 2:30 in the morning!"
"A little overtime won't kill you."
"Kai!"
"What are we doing here Voltaire?" demanded an extremely irritated Dr. K.. They had been driving for three days, with Voltaire giving very little information on where they were headed and suddenly he just stopped the truck in front of a mental asylum. Her body ached, she needed a shower and she was tired of seeing road.
"I'm just going to retrieve something that I left behind."
"Well hurry up! At this rate I'll be ancient before we get our hands on those brats' bitbeasts!"
Voltaire chuckled to himself as he climbed out of the truck and shut the door. Dr. K, while impatient, more than made up for it with her cunning. Apparently a wealthy man named Gideon had passed due to tragic circumstances and had no family, in result, he had left the woman the sole heir to all of his assets. This made her a billionaire overnight and the CEO of his company, Violet Industries. Instead of just sitting on her newfound wealth, Dr. K had decided to continue her bitbeast research. She had heard from Dr. Zaggart that the Bladebreaker's bitbeasts were special, with completely unknown, untapped potential that may make anything possible. He had told her about his experiments with the Black Dranzer bitbeast, but she had only laughed and shown him the battle between Tyson and his grandson at the last world championship.
He had no idea that they had become so powerful! Had he had known, he would've told Boris to capture all the Bladebreakers instead of just Kai at the abbey. Kai had become much stronger than he had ever thought possible.
He just now needed a means to get his grandson back under his thumb...
Luckily, he had been holding an ace up his sleeve.
The fearsome Hiwatari entered the building. The white walls of the establishment oozed despair and demanded order. There was an undertone of dread, which reminded him on why he hadn't returned in so long. He strutted up to the receptionist who greeted him with a sweet smile. "Hello sir, are you here to visit a patient?"
"Yes, I'm here to see Tayvien Hinotori."
"What's your relation to the paitient?"
"He's my nephew."
The woman typed the name into her keyboard. "Um, I'm sorry sir, but we released Tayvien to his father about a year ago."
"WHAT?!" His mind was reeling. Who else knew of Tayvien's existence besides him? "I request to see the release papers." Maybe from there he could figure out the asshole's name.
The nurse wheeled her chair over to the cabinet behind her and searched through the files before producing the requested document.
Voltaire glanced at the signature and fury flooded his veins. "Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?!"
The women shrunk back, he finger grazing the "emergency" button on the underside of her desk.
"Useless cunt!" He turned, his cape swishing behind him as he stomped towards the exit. The words "The Russian Prince" were forever embedded into his memory.
So any ideas on what Voltaire's plan is? Any guesses on who is this mysterious Russian Prince? Leave me a review with your answer!