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Sorry thatI haven't been working on my stories for a while but I've been too busy to update or even type out the chapters. I've finally found time today, yay!! so I hope u enjoy!!
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Previously...
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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'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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Normal POV...
"Th-the post?" asked Hilary with dread, "What's that?"
Tala looked down to the floor.
"That's the last place you'll ever want to end up," he replied.
Tyson released Dragoon and the beyblade instantly broke the chains which held Tala's hands above his head. He grunted with pain as his wrists hit the floor limply, still enclosed in the tight clamps which were attached with dried blood.
"Sorry." Tyson muttered.
"Forget about it," Tala said not getting to his feet, "You all need to get out of here now! Before some one comes down and see's you."
"I think he's right," said Ray, "Let's take Tala back to the hotel and then come back for Kai."
"I am not leaving with out Kai!" Hilary growled. "Where is he? Where is that Post thing? Tell me!"
Tyson and Ray lifted Tala to his feet and held his arms around their necks, supporting him.
"If you go there you'll be killed," said Tala, "I'll go,"
"In your shape?" stated Tyson, "I don't think so."
"What is this Post thing any way?" asked Ray.
Tala sighed deeply.
"The Post is a large stone pillar," he said finally, "It is solid rock and has a clamp on it where our hands are shackled so that we can't run away. When you're there, you are beaten, whipped, tortured and tormented until you are either unconscious or dead. Many kids have lost their lives there and the rest of us are forced to watch as a warning to who ever is planning on escaping or disobeying orders. Boris takes pleasure in being the one in charge of the torture and usualy deals it out himself. I have no doubt he is torturing Kai especially slow at the very moment. When you're chained to that Post, you can feel death in the room. You think every single time, 'I am the next one to die. It's my turn now' and you actually pray that it is your turn to die. You pray and beg for death but I have learned that if you wish for death then you will live. Those who fear death are the ones that die."
"Have you been on the Post before?" asked Ray softly.
"Three times," Tala replied, "I am still recovering from the injuries I recieved there from four weeks ago."
Hilary was shaking.
"Where is it?" she asked fearfully, yet her detirmination reigned.
"It's in the Grand Hall a level above this," Tala replied, "Why?"
"I'm going to find Kai," she said turning around.
"Hil no!" Tyson ran forward and grabbed her arm.
"Let me go!" she said angrily. "I have to save Kai!"
Tyson looked back at Ray.
"Look after Tala," he said, "I'll go with Hil and we'll go get Kai."
"Shouldn't Hilary stay here instead?" asked Ray nervously.
"No!" she said stubbornly, "I'm going!"
"Okay okay keep your voice down!" said Tyson.
He turned to Ray.
"Sorry but I don't really feel like arguing with her when she's like this" he said apologetically, "We'll be back."
"You fools!" said Tala as they headed for the cell exit, "You don't even know where the Grand Hall is! If you're captured, you'll find yourselves chained up right next to Kai!"
"I'll find him," said Hilary confidently, "We have a bond. I know he's still alive and I know we'll save him!"
"I sure hope your right," Tala said.
He sighed.
"The Grand Hall is up the stairs and the large door at the end of the tunnel to your right. Be careful because if you're caught, you'll find yourself up there next to Kai."
"Make sure you hurry Tyson," Ray said, "I wont be able to get Tala and myself out of that window quick enough if we are found."
Tyson and Hilary nodded then ran out of the jail cell and down the hall, leaving their friends behind.
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Boris brought the whip back and cracked it again. Kai felt the seering pain cut his cheek this time but still did not scream. His hands were shackled to the Post above his head. His legs couldn't hold his own weight and were bent slightly, with his feet almost flat on the ground. Blood seeped from a deep gash on his forehead and trickled over his closed right eye. He glared at Boris with eyes blazing with his loathe and contempt. Boris noticed the death glare and smirked, once again striking Kai with the whip. Kai's shirt was torn and in shreds, though still half covered his scarred chest. Kai looked around the hall.
The large room was filled with kids and teenagers. Many were the mindless drones Kai and Tala battled, but the majority was of scared looking kids who looked at Kai with fear and sympathy. They had all looked up to him and Tala at one point or another, for being the only ones brave enough to resist Boris and Voltaire. Now, they were still looking up to him, but the term had an all new meaning as he looked over them from on top of the platform on which the Post was situated. He and Tala were their inspiration, the proof that they had a chance at living through this hell with their minds in one piece, the light at the end of the tunnel if you will. Kai felt a burning guilt inside of him. He usually didn't care about how other people felt, but he knew what all these kids were going through and related to them. He didn't want them to go through the years of torture and torment that he did. He didn't want to lose any more friends.
Most of the friends he had made in the abbey before he escaped, were dead. They had either been killed by the harsh tyrants Boris and Voltaire, or they commited suicide. Refusing food and starving to death, or taking their life with their own hands. They needed to escape the torture, the torment, the pain of this place. He guessed that was why he was so reluctanct to become close to Tyson, Ray, Max, Daichi, Kenny... and even Hilary. Her least of all. The ones he cared about the most, usually were the first to go, besides Tala. Being in this abbey, growing up and knowing nothing but pain and suffering, and never knowing real happiness, was enough to make Kai try to kill himslef many times... only to be stopped by Boris, a guard or Tala every single time. He told himself over and over again he wanted to die, that he was a coward, that he was pathetic, until he finally became tired of crying. Though, even to this moment in time, he never stopped telling himself those three things. He wanted to die... He was pathetic... He was a coward...
As Kai looked over the sea of disappointed and terrified faces, he had another thing to add to that list... failure. Boris turned from Kai and address the main group.
"You see what happens if you dare to cross me or Lord Voltaire?" Boris's voice echoed over the silence. "You end up like Kai here! If you think you are in the good books and that this wont happen, you're dead wrong! Voltaire ordered this upon his own grandson! So what makes the rest of you insects so special?"
'Insect...' Kai thought of each word which had been yelled at him and burned into his memory.
"You're all nothing but dirt to us!"
'Dirt...'
"You're only purpose is to follow our orders and be the perfect soldiers!"
'Perfect soldier... no.' Kai looked at Boris's back, "WE AREN'T SOLDIERS!"
The words roared from his mouth. Boris flicked around in anger. The kids and teens all turned their attention to him fully.
"We aren't your fucking soldiers Boris!" Kai yelled. "Our purpose is not to take your orders! We have all different purposes for our existance and none of them are to follow you and that old, grey haired bastard! We can do what ever the hell we want! I know for a fact my purpose isn't to follow you, mine is to kick your arse and kill you! That is my purpose! My promise... my destiny! And you can guarantee I will live long enough to fulfil it!"
Kai noticed many of the kids expressions had changed. They looked inspired and the remnants of their fighting spirit was rekindled. A few of the mindless drones regained life into his eyes and watched Kai. Boris glared at Kai loathfully.
"How dare you?" he growled, "You really think you can resist me and Voltaire?"
"I know I can," Kai replied, "And stop hiding behind the shadow of that old man! It's pathetic. Lord Voltaire and I, Lord Voltaire and Boris, me and Voltaire," Kai mocked in a contemptuous voice, "It's pitiful. You run and hide behind the old relic all the time."
Boris gritted his teeth. Small sniggers were barely audible and were silenced as the whip cracked against Kai's flesh again. Kai clenched his teeth then smiled.
"Oh, have I hit a nerve have I Boris?" He asked, spitting bood from his mouth at the evil Russians feet. "You're not going to throw a tantrum now are you?"
"Insolent little bastard!" Boris disregarded the whip and punched Kai in the cheek.
Kai's whole world spun. His head pounded and the pain from his left cheek ran through his entire head. It took a moment for his vision to straighten out. A new ribbon of blood, flowing over the old one which had begun to dry up. Kai looked at the floor as the drops of scarlet liquid dripped onto the floor below him.
'Why aren't I dead yet?' he thought, 'Blood loss... disease... starvation... any other person would be dead by now. If God loves us all... then why does he permit us to suffer? Why wont he let me die? Why wont he save us and heal our pain? In the Bible... it says God created the world in six days and used the seventh day to rest... instead... he should have used that day for compassion.'
Boris took Kai by the jaw and forced him to look back at him.
"That's all you are Kai," he said darkly in a low tone, "All bark... no bite. You little worm. I am so glad you aren't agreeing to join us. If you did, then I wouldn't be able to kill you! I can though, but first I'll make you suffer."
Kai sniggered and spat blood in Boris's face.
"You've been doing that since I was three years old."
Boris let go of the teen and wiped his face reproachfully, walking behind the Post to a table out of Kai's sight. He layed the whip down and picked up a lethal silver knife. He walked back out to the front of the platform and smirked at Kai.
"Well then," He said softly, "If it's been that long then let's finish it."
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Hilary and Tyson both stopped. The words 'We aren't your soldiers' echoed through the corridor to the Grand Hall.
"That was Kai!" said Hilary urgently.
"Come on!" Tyson pulled her forwards. "He needs help."
Hilary ran in front but felt Tyson jerk her back before she could reach the door.
"What are ou doing?!" she asked angrily, "You just said Kai needed our help!"
"If we go bursting into the hall we'll be caught straight away," Tyson replied, one of his rare wise moments taking full affect, "We'll go in through there."
He pointed up to a ventilation shaft.
"Oh yeah, the good old ventilation shaft entry," Hilary commented unhelpfully, "So original."
"It works doesn't it?" asked Tyson already pulling off the cover. "Come on! Hurry up."
Hilary walked over and accepted Tyson's boost, entering the shaft.
"This is disgusting," her soft voice commented disdanefully from inside the small, square passage.
Tyson shook his head and lifted himself up, with the cover, into the hole.
"Honestly, I don't know what Kai see's in her," Tyson whispered to himself.
He felt Hilary kick him in the back.
"I heard that." she hissed.
Tyson smiled sheepishly then reclosed the shaft entrance. They clamboured through the passage and towards the end in the Grand Hall.
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Boris held up the glittering blade for all the teens and kids to see.
"You will all witness the consequences of insolence and disobedience!" He proclaimed. "You will all watch as Kai dies!"
He turned his back on them and turned back to Kai, a grin playing upon his thin lips.
"Scared Kai?" he asked softly.
"Why would I be afraid of what I have longed for since I was a child?" Kai asked darkly. "Even though I no longer long for death, I still don't fear it. I have only one fear, and death is not it."
Boris snickered.
"Are those your final words?" he asked. "Looks like you're finally at the end of the road."
"Looks like it," Kai repeated.
Boris raised the blade. Kai lowered his head and close his eyes, a small smile on his lips.
'I'll miss you Hilary...'
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Heh heh heh, you think I'm killing Kai but you'll be pleasantly surprised. Like I would, I LOVE HIM!!! lol
He might get seriously hurt though, I don't know. so please review and tell me what you think!! oh and please excuse spelling errors. I type too quick and cant be bothered going through the whole thing to see iof i have made any mistakes. laterz!!
Torz xx