A/N: I hope that last chapter didn't confuse y'all…because here's another weird chapter!xD Well…not exactly, but it's quite confusing so read carefully! No…the computer will not explode…but your heads might! Just kidding!… (that was totally random…xP…must be Shake's Fest stress…boo) anyhow…enjoy!xD
…just to give an overview, in this chapter, Enri gets a nightmare involving the next European preliminaries…(confusing timelines, ne? Ask me about that when y'all review)
My Porcelain Doll
Chapter Nineteen
"And if you lose?"
"We give up our lives…" Robert had confidence as he said that. He totally had the liscense. After all, the Majestics were unbeatable…why would these new rookies present a challenge? They were just making a big mistake. By 'they' meaning the four newbies and their stupid coach.
The team faced the earlier mentioned rookies who were wearing dark hoods. The Majestics couldn't see their faces. A fifth, far taller hooded figure, whom Robert deduced as the said coach was hidden in the shadows, laughing softly, having been satisfied by the German's answer.
"That's a deal…" said the fifth hooded figure and they all went out onto the arena.
Enrique was benching for the match and he had suspicions about the team that they were battling. The coach's handling of them eerily reminded him of Boris and his reign over the Demolition Boys. The blonde Italian feared greatly for the welfare of his teammates.
To his horror, those beyblading monsters crushed Robert, Johnny and Oliver one by one. He was unable to help. Their fate was sealed.
Rocky walls rose around them, hiding the cheering fans, turning grim 'reality' into an even worse hell. The platform with the dish started to rise; Enrique hurried up to join his team. He gripped Oliver's shoulders to save him from falling off the plateau. He felt the French boy shaking, for they both knew what was in store.
When the plateau stopped rising, the Majestics saw the five hooded figures again. The tallest one was laughing maniacally and flames suddenly shot up from all around them. Enrique and Oliver looked down to take it where they really were.
It seemed that there was another platform below theirs, but the distance was alarming! Anyone who fell over from where the snob and the playboy were standing would be killed instantaneously. There was a winding staircase bridging the huge gap, yet besides these two bits of land, the rest was hot flowing molten lava.
"Enri, I'm scared." Oliver said calmly, or at least he tried to as he turned away from the dizzying view.
"Oliver…" was all the blonde could reply as they held each other's hands for moral support before a booming sound resonated within the cave-like structure.
"A deal is a deal Jurgen…" said the fifth hooded figure.
Johnny stood frozen in his spot. Fear was etched clearly in his features.
"R-robert?" he addressed his lover softly. The German's hand shot out for the redhead to grip tightly. This wasn't about the competition anymore. It was about life…love.
"Oh no dearies…" said the tall figure. "We aren't having any of that. You all promised me your lives. And your precious team captain…" a devilish smile was seen under the hood as he addressed Johnny. "…shall see you all die…"
But neither of them was listening.
"Don't let go Rob…please don't leave me…" the Scott was pleading as he never did before.
The purple-haired man was showing a large amount of emotion. He hugged his lover possessively. "I won't. I won't. I promise I won't."
Oliver and Enrique watched terrified from the edge of the plateau as a large rock hand burst from the wall and wrenched Johnny away from Robert's hold, slamming him shut in a glass box filled with holes, which was jutting out from another portion of wall.
"ROBERT! ROBERT!" It's prisoners started screaming out of panic. "ROBERT!" Screams turned into sobs as he thrust his arm out of a hole in a vain attempt to try and reach their team captain's outstretched hand.
"JOHNNY! JOHNNY!" Robert tried to run after him, hoping his hand would get there first when the four shorter hooded figures held him back. Nevertheless, the German struggled in their tight grip. His conversation with Johnny was the bloodcurdling screams of each other's names.
The power and desperation in their voices made Oliver cry. He sobbed into Enrique's shoulder as the Italian tried his best not to do the same but to watch. The weight in his chest was past the point of making him cry anyway.
The two elder Majestics screamed simultaneously as spikes appeared in the holes at the sides of the glass cage, which, in turn, started closing in. The Scott's frantic reaching increased as the sharp edges came closer.
"JOHNNY!" Robert screamed as he was bound and chained by the four hooded figures.
"ROBERT! ROBERT!" his lover kept calling; he was slowly disappearing from view. "ROB--!"
Oliver and Enrique gasped. Tears finally fell from their team captain's wine-red eyes as the hand sticking out slowly lost energy and lay limp.
The two younger Majestics sank to their knees, sobbing uncontrollably. Robert hung his head and struggled weakly in his confines.
"Who's next?" the tall hooded figure asked slyly.
Oliver's body shook violently beside Enrique. The blonde looked at the greenette and saw his terrified expression, which drove him to more tears.
"Oliver…" he whispered as he hugged the other boy, who shook his head, moving his mouth in silent protest.
"Don't…" Oliver managed to choke out. He let out a dry sob as a couple of the four shorter hooded figures pried the two apart.
"Oliver!" the Italian called as the Frenchman's captors veered dangerously close to the edge. "OLIVER!"
Robert raised his head, just in time to inadvertently witness another death of his teammate.
The grass-haired boy screamed as he was thrown off the tall plateau.
Enrique stood up and dove down the stairs, clinging to the hope of catching Oliver before he hit the ground. Robert's chains became strained as he tried to stand.
Above the whoosh of flames and the noisy flow of lava, they all heard a brilliant crash of breaking porcelain.
Enrique stumbled at the last 100 steps and fell into a pile of broken glass, scratching and wounding his face, arms and legs.
"NO!" the blonde yelled, gathering as much glass as he could, mixing tears with blood. "OLIVER!"
"Give up your blade!" the tall hooded figure was bellowing to the bound German as he was whipped a number of times.
A battered Griffolyon lay beside his beside his bleeding knee, seemingly loyal and supportive.
"YOU WON'T MAKE ME!" Robert screamed; Johnny and Oliver's deaths destroyed his ability to think rationally.
Enrique shook with the force of his sobs and the terror of his team captain's protests. IN between these, the elder Majestic was still yelling out Johnny's name.
"Hey we got a live one!" said a short hooded figure, noticing the blonde.
"Splendid!" said called the tall hooded figure. "Bring him up…he shall be the last for Jurgen to see…"
The Italian cried and tried to shield the broken porcelain that was once Oliver from the hellish hooded figures.
"No please don't touch him…" he pleaded as he was taken away from them and was hoisted onto a kind of contraption in the wall. The blonde was chained to it like Andromeda on her rock and raised up to the taller plateau, so that Robert could see.
"Enrique…" the German said as he saw his last living teammate get slaughtered.
"Robert!" Enrique was crying. "They killed Oliver! They killed him!"
The two remaining Majestics never broke eye contact, hence failing to notice the tall hooded figure order his minions to conjure a huge axe.
"Miguel…" said the coach. "My best player…do the honors…"
It was then that the purple-haired man knew the blonde was going to die. And he was unable to answer his last question, which was…
"Robert?"
The last thing that Enrique saw was the blade of the axe coming toward him with much speed.
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"OLIVER!"
"ENRIQUE!"
The two bolted out of the sheets and collided.
"Mon Dieux! What's wrong?" the Frenchman asked as he had no idea why he was hugging and comforting a crying Enrique.
The blonde said nothing and gripped Oliver's shirt tightly, sobbing for all his worth.
The two shared a bedroom, see. Robert had the brilliant idea of making the team sleep in pairs to 'save electricity'. Hence, Oliver and Enrique slept in the same bed.
"Oh Enri…" said the green-haired boy. "You're awake. I'm here, don't worry…"
But the Italian would not be calmed. Oliver felt Enrique's grip on him tighten and his sobs worsen as he had said the words 'I'm here'.
"It's just a dream—"
At that moment, the door flew open with a bang, revealing haggard looking Robert and Johnny.
"WHAT'S WRONG WITH OLIVER?" The Scott demanded. His German lover was panting, both of them having run up to see what the problem was.
The chef blinked; Enrique didn't seem to notice anything.
"Nothing's wrong with me…" he replied with a mild tone and silently indicated Enrique.
Robert 'oh'-ed and the pair approached the bed. The crying blonde sensed the added presence and unwillingly loosened his grip on Oliver's shirt.
"Damn you look sick…" Johnny said quietly and rubbed the Italian's back. 'What happened?"
Puffy blue eyes scrutinized him for a moment before shifting his position to re-hug Oliver more properly, this time, burying his face in the other boy's neck. The lean frame shook slightly with sobs.
"I think he's had a nightmare…" the clueless frenchie tried to fill in.
Robert raised an eyebrow. "Why the reaction?"
"I dreamt you all died…" came the muffled reply, effectively silencing the spacious room. "I saw every bit of gory detail…"
"Would it bother you too much if we asked you to recall it?" Oliver asked softly as the two elder bladers climbed onto the bed.
Enri replied with a snotty sniff and pulled away from the hug, his face was fairly dry.
"It was the European preliminaries—" he began with a shaky voice.
"This coming Preliminaries? Tomorrow?" Robert asked, bewildered.
The Italian nodded vigorously. "Our team and a new one came up as the top players. Robert and the other team's coach made a deal to give up the lives of the captain and the members if ever their teams lost."
He gulped before continuing. "We lost…" He paused looking like he was unable to go on. His three listeners were expecting the worst.
"Johnny died first…" the blonde said quite indifferently. "He got impaled by spikes after he was caged in glass."
"Y-you play too much video games…" said a pale Scott, who had a mental image.
Enrique frowned at him. "I don't play video games…" he said and Oliver snorted.
"You died next…" the blonde lightly told Robert. "Well technically you didn't. But the coach's team chained you and whipped you, demanding that you give up Griffolyon…"
"They won't make me…" The German replied, trying to empathize with his teammate.
"That's exactly what you said…" Enrique told him, mildly surprised. Then he turned to Oliver, blue eyes glazing over with unshed tears. The greenette, in turn, looked as his best friend in concern, seeing him at the verge of crying once more.
"H-how did I die?" he asked when the Italian couldn't speak.
"…Y-you…" the other boy was unable to look into the piercing lavender gaze. "They threw you over the cliff we were standing on and you broke into a thousand pieces of porcelain…" he said hastily, turning away as he imparted the information.
"You say you saw everything?" Johnny asked kindly.
"I was beheaded…then I woke up." Enrique replied and took a deep breath before jumping out of bed. "Let's have breakfast. This means nothing more to me…"
Robert was torn between congratulating him for his attitude and having concern for his welfare. The redhead seemed unnerved. Oliver however, was staring at Enrique with an odd expression on his face.
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"Enrique, I hope what happened this morning wouldn't affect your performance?" Robert asked quietly that afternoon as the Majestics had their last training session before the big day.
The Italian looked at him before nodding. "Don't worry Rob, it won't. I'll just be on my guard all the same."
The German nodded and left, then when he was out of hearing range, Enrique turned to Oliver and said, "We're going to lose…" with a miserable tone.
The French boy sighed. "That's exactly the attitude Robert wouldn't like…he'd kill you when he hears you…"
"It was so vivid! It seemed so real!" he argued under his breath. Oliver made a wild gesture.
"Drop it, 'Rique…just drop it."
The blonde stopped their match and approached their team captain.
"Let me bench…" he requested.
The taller teen blinked. "I was going to let Oliver bench—"
"Let him play." Enrique said authoritatively. "Just let me bench."
"All right…" said Robert, shrugging and giving him the laptop.
"Thank you…" replied the blonde as he took the computer and returned to his pseudo-battle with Oliver.
"What did you do?" the greenette asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm benching…"
"Coward…"
Enrique considered him for a moment. "Just making sure that our opponents don't cheat…"
"Or you're making sure we don't die…" Oliver countered.
"Why are you bitter? Shouldn't I be the one bitter?"
"This issue is getting into your head."
"It's not."
"Oi!" Johnny called. "Less talk. More practice!"
The Frenchman scowled. "Robert's rubbing off him…"
Enrique said nothing and re-attached Amphilyon to her shooter.
…
Gut feel is always right.
TBCA/N: damn…it took me the whole day to type this…I was typing my paper and the script for our play while doing this…don't let the effort go to waste! Review! …and enjoy.,xD Ciao!
PS. for those who asked what the connection of the last chapters were to the...I quote "beautiful begining of the story"...(or something like that)...well I need to make Oliver and Enrique fall in love...the more connecting answer is found in this chap...if you missed it...read it again!xD I'm kidding...that'll be up in the next chapters!xD Thanks for that review!