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Chapter Six Kai turns to the dark side

Voltaire strode into the control room where the Bladebreakers were held hostage. Kai grew hot and angry. His grandfather stared at him. He smiled. It was the sort of smile that a cat gets when its about to pounce. (I think). How Kai hated him. His Grandfather used him for a project.

"How lovely to see you Kai," Voltaire greeted menacingly.

"Shame I don't feel the same way," remarked Kai.

The evil smile on his face faded.

"I see you haven't changed my grandchild."

Silence. Then Voltaire started to get impatient and got to the point.

"I see we have some prisoners. Four girls, that must explain why you boys must be here," Voltaire persisted. Kai wasn't having any of this.

"We're only here to…."

"Save them," Voltaire cut across Kai.

Kai fell silent. It wasn't just to save the girls; he knew what his grandfather would do. Especially since Kai messed up Voltaire's plan to dominate the world. Voltaire might get revenge and harm Grace.

A dark surge of energy rushed through Kai's body. Voltaire noticed this.

"You feel it, don't you?" Voltaire questioned. "You feel the dark force. Learn to grasp it. Its not there for long."

Kai thought for a moment.

"Join me Kai, and you will be able to dominate the world like you wanted to. The thing that Tyson took away from you. The glory of being the most powerful and feared person in the entire world," Voltaire finished.

Kai searched Voltaire's face for lies. But Voltaire was telling the truth!

"Besides," he began. "It would be the only way to save Grace".

The Bladebreakers turned to see Kai's expression. It was too late. Kai's eyes were full of lust and were power-hungry.

"On one condition," his voice went cold. "I have to be in charge if you step down."

"Very well. But till then. I am your master ," said Voltaire.

In the hospital room, Tyson was still sitting next to Hilary's bed. She was fast asleep. But every now and then she would either kick the duvet off or pull it back up. Boris walked into the room. Tyson was down. This was the moment Boris could control him.

"She's not getting better," Tyson explained. " Her temperatures getting higher. I wish there was something I could do to save her."

Boris smiled menacingly.

"Perhaps there is," Boris convinced.

Tyson turned round to face him.

"There is a way. Learn the darker way of Beyblading. My father learned the force to save my mother. And it worked," Boris lied.

"Are you telling me that if I learned to harness the dark power, I could save Hil?" Tyson asked.

"Yes, join us and I will promise you we will help her to a swift recovery. You will have to obey your two masters. Myself and Voltaire."

Tyson had an argument in his mind. He's evil. A lying, cheating, scumbag. But then he does have the right equipment and doctors. He could help.

"I'll do it. I'll join you, master."

"Good, now I have a mission for you. Get rid and kill Biovolt's enemy. I will give you the co-ordinates. Now go," Boris instructed.

Tyson got up and left.

Two down and two to go Boris thought to himself.

The girls were still in the cells. A guard called Grace. Telling her that she was wanted

by Boris. Grace turned to her sister. Mariah shook her head. She couldn't help. Grace gave up and went.

The guard told her that she would be staying here from now on. She was allowed anywhere but the control and power rooms. The guard walked off. Then grace decided to visit Hilary in hospital. But something was telling her that two of the Bladebreakers had joined Biovolt. She also didn't know that that was right.

A blade slammed into the wall. Dragoon returned to its master. (Not sure on Dragoon's gender). Tyson, who was covered in a black cape with the Biovolt logo. Walked slowly up to the loser. The loser got onto his knees. Begging for mercy. Tyson drew out a long dagger. He raised it slightly. Closing his eyes, he slashed through the loser. The loser fell apart.

For some strange reason, that didn't feel wrong. He left. His eyes turning red.