Undead Enemies Chapter 8: Into the Abbey, a beyblade fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade

I can't even remember the last time I updated this! I've been working on Killer Camp too much, lol. Oi! Peoplz who haven't read Killer Camp, read it! It's my fave story! You'll prob think I'm a really morbid and sadistic bitch but meh. I love horrors and fanfic doesnt have enough beyblade horrors! I hope yaz enjoy because I didn't even bother planning this chapter.

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Previously...

They looked ahead and saw the limo turn into a off-track street into a dark dead forest. The teens followed it until they saw a large building up ahead. The car went through some barred gates which closed behind it. There was a large sign which made Ray and Tyson stop in shock. In large bold letters, it said the words BALKOV ABBEY.

'No way!' Hilary heard Tyson say.

'Balkov Abbey? What's the big deal? What is this place?'

Kai's lungs felt like they were going to split. Tala had been restrained by guards. Voltaire, inraged by Kai's silence, began lifting the slate haired teen off the ground with incredible strength for an old man. Kai felt his feet leave the floor.

'All those bladers form that G Revolutions team and that Hilary girl are here! Tell me WHY!'

Hilary is here! Kai thought in shock, No! It's dangerous! She shouldn't be here! Not her or the others!

Kai was beginning to lose consciousness. Voltaire was squeezing the life from him!

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Normal POV...

Max began to stir, coming gently out of his dreams into consciousness. His eyes opened slightly and staired at the smooth white ceiling. The lighting was dull as the clouds outside blocked out the sun. He blinked a few times then ran a wearyhand through his blonde hair. His neck felt stiff from sleeping upright in the armchair all night. He masaged it and rolled his head looking at his watch. Six twenty five. Too early. He noticed the bare couch where Tyson had been sleeping and the empty areas on the ground where Ray and Hilary had been.

That's strange, he thought standing up and yawning. I know Ray and Hilary are early risers but Tyson? His wake-up time isn't for another 4 to 5 hours!

He flexed his arms and back then walked around the hotel room looking for his friends. After he'd checked all the rooms he got anxious.

'Tyson? Ray? Hilary?'

Max didn't really worry about waking the others with his loud voice. Tyson, Ray and Hilary were all missing.

'Tyson! Ray! Hilary!'

Daichi and Kenny awoke with a start at his sudden outburst. Daichi looked around in a daze, looking hardly conscious then slumped back into his pillow. Kenny sat up and rubbed his eyes. He placed his clean glasses back on and looked at Max puzzled. Max was checking under benches.

'Maxy?' he asked sleepily, 'What's wrong?'

He began to yawn.

'Ray, Tyson and Hilary are gone!' said the blonde urgently.

Kenny took a sharp intake of breath making him inhale too much air and cough when his filled lungs wouldn't accept it.

'I can't find them anywhere!' Max continued.

Kenny got onto his knees and crawled over to Daichi, whose face was buried in his pillow, shaking him urgently.

'Daichi! Daichi!' he said loudy, 'Wake up!'

A faint groan came from the young red head.

'Why...' came his barely audible and muffled reply.

'Tyson, Ray and Hilary are missing!' Max called.

Daichi brought his head up quickly and felt it connect with something hard above him. He clutched the back of his head and heard Kenny groan in pain.

'Damn Kenny! Who knew your head was so hard!' Daichi complained.

The brunette was holding his forehead painfully, fortunately for him, his glasses had not been broken. Max thought about seeing if they were okay for about one second then decided to go wake Mr Dickenson. He dircted himself to the elders closed bedroom door and slammed his clenched fist repetedly and loudly on the door.

'Mr D? MR D! Wake up!'

Max continued pounding the door until the stout old man opened it sleepily. He adjusted his glasses and looked down at the culprit who had awoken im from his pleasant slumber.

'Max? What on earth-'

'Ray, Tyson and Hilary are gone!' Max interrupted before Mr Dickenson could give him a lecture.

The elder looked at him strangely, as if he had not heard right. Surely Max was jesting, but the look on the blonde teens face told otherwise.

'Gone?' Mr Dickenson repeated in shock, 'Gone where?'

'I don't know,' said Max, 'I woke up this morning and they weren't here.'

Mr Dickenson was speechless. Kenny thought for a moment.

'I think they went to find Kai and Tala,' he said, still massaging the lump which head formed from his and Daichi's collision.

'They can't just leave here like that!' said the elder in a part cross, part sad and part worried tone. 'They don't even know their way around! It's a dangerous world we live in! Oh dear, oh dear! We must go and find them!'

Max, while Mr Dickeson had been talking, had already gone and put some warm clothes on. He looked at the other impatiently.

'Come on you guys!' he said sternly, 'They might need our help out there!'

Kenny, Daichi and Mr D all agreed with him and left to get changed. Max looked out the window at the overcast sky.

Man you three, he thought nervously, I hope you didn't go back to Voltaires alone! Please be alright!

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Ray and Tyson couldn't look away from the sign. They had been hiding in the bushes for at least ten minutes now. Hilary was growing impatient. What was the big deal with this old building? Ray and Tyson knew all about it though. Balkov Abbey. This place was Balkov Abbey! A place where nightmares and fears are brought out and its as close as any living person will ever get to hell.

Of all the places in the world, Tyson felt a chill sweep through his body, though it had nothing to do with the frosty temperature, Why here?

'Kai and Tala must be here,' said Ray quietly, 'Why else would Voltaire come here? Kai and Tala used to be a part of this place until they escaped. Voltaire swore he'd make them pay for betraying him. Remember?'

Tyson nodded numbly and clenched his teeth. Hilary, as tired as she was, got off Tysons back and walked infront of the boys, looked at them with fearful anger.

'What is the big deal with this stupid place!' she asked angrily, 'And more to the point what does it matter! Kai is in there! And he needs our help!'

They both looked at the girl with anxious eyes.

'You'd better pray to God that they aren't in there Hil,' said Tyson quietly.

'Do you remember Boris?' Ray asked.

Hilary remembered the man bitterly. He was the one responsible for her parents death. Of course she remembered him. Noting the look on her face, Ray continued.

'Well, along time ago, before we met you, Boris and Voltaire were in charge of this place. Kai, Tala, Spencer and Bryan were all soldiers here and they were treated cruelly. They were forced to become the best beybladers in the world. They were beaten, starved and treated like animals. Boris and Voltaire were training an army of the best bladers in order to take over the world. Kai, Tala, Bryan and Spencer were a part of that army. They managed to keep their minds through the experience, but most of the children sent their, became mindless drones, only able to follow orders, no matter how inhumane, dangerous or unacceptable they may have been. Many of the children there died. Too depressed or weak to carried on, they were either beaten to death, starved or took their lives by their own hands. Our friends managed to escape, but not before they were mentally scarred. I think that's why they act the way they do, always wihdrawn, not wanting to show true feelings. They have been brought up like that and it must be hard for them to change but its obvious they've all come a long way from when we first met them.'

Tyson nodded. Hilary didn't know how to feel. She felt a mixture of anxiety and worry but then also happy at the fact that Kai and the others had come so far. The internal battle of emotions finally won, in favour of her grief and worry.

'Why are we still standing here!' she asked angrily, 'Get up! We have to get the guys out of that horrible place! They could be dying! Get UP!'

'Okay okay!' said Tyson urgently, 'Just keep your voice down Hil! We don't want to be found and captured!'

Hilary nodded and pulled them impatiently. Ray and Tyson were a bit hesitant then they finally swallowed their fear moved.

Hilary is lucky, thought Ray, It must be nice not to know about the horrors inside of that abbey. I remember when Kai told us about it. That was the first time I ever saw fear break his intrepid face. For some one like Kai to be afraid of what is inside of that building, it must truely be horrifying to people like us.

The three teens crept up to the iron bars that surrounded the building. Hilary could feel the temperature drop. It was colder and had a darker aura arround it than Voltaires house did. Nothing could be heard except for the occasional distant and barely audible scream. The air seemed still and not a bird made a sound nor did the softest of breezes rustle through the frozen and dead trees of the large forest.

Tyson gripped one of the frosted iron bars with a gloved hand.

'How are we supposed to get through this?' he asked, his voice hardly above a whisper.

Ray smiled and pulled out his beyblade, Drigger.

'Do you think after standing up to a few bullets our beyblades wont be able to saw through some rusted bars?' he asked.

Tyson smirked and loaded Dragoon into its launcher. Hilary didn't have time to waste. The two boys launched their beyblades similtaniously. They began to saw through the bottom of the bar whilst Hilary squeezed her thin frame through the narrow spacing. She waited on the other side as the two beylades cut straight through the bar then returned to their owners. Ray and Tyson put their blades away then used all the strength they could muster and bent the bar out of the way then entered the compound. Tyson looked at Hilary in amazement.

'I can't believe you were actually able to fit through those bars! You're so thin! You'd make a great robber or theif or something like that!'

'I prefer to be on a cops good side Tyson,' she said, 'Unlike you.'

Tyson smirked and scratched his head.

'Oh come on! I was cranky and those cops back home were being dickheads!'

'You almost attacked them with a metal pipe!' said Ray smiling.

'Just because they almost ran over Dragoon with their car and said it was a stupid toy.' Hilary continued, looking at him pityingly.

'You're just lucky Kai was there to stop you,' Ray finished, his voice trailed off.

Hilary cleared her throat and blinked away a tear.

'Well lets go! We aren't helping anyone by just standing around here!' she walked towards the large building.

Ray and Tyson had to run forward and pull her down behind a bush before a passing guard near the abbey saw her.

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Hilary! Why did you come to Russia!

Kai thought this as Voltaire gripped his throat with a vice like grip. His anger and rage boiling over.

'Let him go you bastard!' yelled Tala angrily.

Tala's sudden outburst made Kai snap back to his senses. With all the strength he was able to locate in his weakened body, he brought both his legs up and kicked the old man with ferocious force, directly in the chest. Kai was released immediately. He fell on his back painfully and took deep, greedy lung fulls of air then began to cough violently. Voltaire was knocked back in the cell bars, completely winded and almost killed.

Damn, Kai thought, A little harder and he'd be dead!

Voltaire coughed and breathed deeply. Boris, who had just arrived on the scene, was by his side in a second. But Votaire was barely audible under Kai's coughs and breathless gasps. Kai could feel the back of his throat sting and a copper taste just tweaked his mouth. His throat was torn on the inside, not enough to me deadly but enough to put him in immense pain. He groaned and breathed hard as the coughing died down. Voltaire looked at his grandson reproachfully. Kai returned the cold glare. Tala was still held back by the guards, who were just able to hold the red head down.

'You will pay dearly for that,' Voltaire whispered murderously to Kai.

Kai rolled onto his stomach and got onto his feet weakly. He had no chance of escape, the exit was guarded by Boris and five guards, besides, even if he did escape the cell, how long would it honestly take for them to catch up to him in his condition? Kai stood his ground still panting slowly. Voltaire stood up and shook Boris off. He straightened himself and maintained his ominous composure, fixing his clothes and hair.

'Boris!' Voltaire snapped, not taking his eyes of Kai's crimson orbs.

The russian looked at his master, awaiting orders.

'Yes sir?'

'Take Kai to the post,' an evil smiled etched itself onto his whithered face, 'He is to stay there until he swears his loyalty to us. You know exactly what to do.'

Boris smiled and looked at Kai.

'Swear... my loyalty... to you!' Kai asked hoarsly.

He spat at Voltaires feet contemptuously.

'I'll die... before that happens!' he finished.

'Then,' said Voltaire turning his back on the slate haired teen, 'You will die at the post!'

'Can I really sir?' asked Boris hopefully.

'Do what you do until he swears loyalty,' Voltaire replied, 'If he dies before that happens like he claims, then what do I care? He will no longer be a thorn in my side!'

Voltaire walked out of the cell without another word, throwing one last malevolent look at his grandson. Kai gritted his teeth.

'No! Not the Post!' yelled Tala, 'Kai! Get out of here!'

Kai took one step but his legs gave way and he fell. The guards caught him and dragged him away. Kai was barely conscious.

Hilary... I'm sorry... I didn't come back to you... like I had promised... I'll miss you... But if by some miracle... I escape Hell, I will watch over... and protect you for all eternity...

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Max, Kenny, Daichi and Mr Dickenon sat in the black car, driving around the town looking for their friends. They pulled over numerous times to ask padestrians but no one knew anything. Mr Dickenson had decided to inform the Russian police.

'I hope we find them,' said Kenny anxiously.

The driver of their car pulled up to another person on the street and questioned them about the missing boys.

'I hope they aren't in any danger,' Max said quietly.

'We all do,' said Mr D gently. 'All we can really do is pray.'

'Mr Dickenson,' called the deep voice driver in a strong russian accent. 'This man has seen your missing children.'

All the people in the back suddenly leant over the seets to see the man outside. He was quite stout, had grizzly white hair and a matching beard.

'Where!' Max asked urgently.

The driver asked the man the question in their native tongue. The man replied in russian also and pointed dow the road, indicating where to go. Having his say, he bid the people in the car a farewell then walked away.

'He say he saw two boys and a girl running down the northern avenue bordering the forest around half an hour ago.' The driver told them.

'Take us there immediately!' said Mr Dickenson urgently, 'If we find them there then I will make sure you are rewarded handsomely!'

The driver complied and the car drove as fast as the thick snow would allow.

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Ray, Tyson and Hilary had made it upto the main building successfully without being seen. Ray erased all there footprints incase some one saw them, grew suspicious and sounded the alarm. They snuck quietly around the base of the abbey until they came to a set of grills at the bottom of the wall. It looked like a prison window. There were only three bars, around 5 inches apart and an inch thick. Ray and Tyson took out their beyblades and launched them. It would be a simple task removing these bars.

After ten minutes, all three bars came off easily. Hilary went to climb through but Tyson and Ray held her back.

'Maybe you should wait here Hil,' said Tyson, 'Just incase Kai isn't there and we're risking our lives for nothing.'

'It'd be safer if you stayed out here,' Ray agreed.

'Forget it,' said Hilary stubbornly, 'Kai is in there, I can feel it! And he needs me! You two can stay here if you want but I'm going.'

Without another word she slid through into an empty and open jail cell. Ray and Tyson hesitated. They looked at eachother and then followed her reluctantly.

'I wish I had no idea on how terrible this place is,' mumbled Tyson, 'Maybe then I'd be as arrogant as her.'

Ray gave a half-hearted smile.

'You and me both pal,' he whispered.

They both slid in and landed on the concrete floor. The prison was cold and had thick air. It smelled of death and decay. Hilary felt frozen. This place was worse than she had first interpreted. Tyson walked infront of her and out of the cell. He glanced back.

'You can still go back if you want,' he whispered to her.

Hilary put on a strong face and walked out behind him with Ray. Though she stayed between the two boys, not wanting to leave their sides for a second. They walked down the deserted halls until a sudden noise came from a cell beside them. Tyson and Ray clapped a hand over Hilary's mouth before she had time to scream. They stood infront of her and looked into the darkness on the jail cell, their eyes still not accustomed to the dull lighting. A pair of icy fierce yet dull blue eyes looked at them.

'What... what are you doing here!'

Tyson and Ray looked at the person with shock.

'T-Tala?' Tyson stammered.

As their eyes grew more acute in the darkness, the red haired teen's form began appearing. Hilary clapped a hand over her own mouth in horror. He was in terrible shape, surrounded by dark stains were blood had once pooled. He had numerous injuries and dried blood was caked over his flesh and clothes. Tyson and Ray ran over to the cell bars. Hilary behind them.

'Tala!' called Tyson in a forced whisper. 'Are you okay! What the hell happened to you!'

'It doesn't matter,' he whispered hoarsly, 'But you three need to get out of here!'

'T-Tala?' Hilary whispered looking at the small patch of fresh blood away from Tala near another set of opened chains, also caked with dried blood, 'W-where's Kai?'

Tala looked at her sadly. His next few words made Hilary's heart skip a beat.

'If he's lucky,' he whispered, 'Dead. If not, then he's at the Post,'

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Yay! Hey peoples! I am feeling all better! I'm as happy as can be! Except for that stupid Josh thing. My friend Chris is teaching me to play the electric guitar! Yay! I'll be an emo punk rocker chick! Well not completely emo, lol. I even hve my own guitar, heh heh heh! Well anyway, I have made a new story for those of you who don't know, it's called Killer Camp(its not really that new) and its a horror/romance. Oh yea and my other horror/drama called Vampyric Blood Lust, please read and review! oh and please ignore all my spelling mistakes, i don't have spell check on my laptop! Well I'll catch yaz later! Bubiiazz!

xoxo Tory!