Authors Note: Yeah, I got writers block with my main fic so I decided to just post this one to see if it helped get the gears in motion. Writers block I've never had so much in my life before! I don't think it's writers block - maybe I'm just lazy - I know what happens and stuff… Know that well I just can't be bother describing and well typing… Yeah that sounds lazy -.-''

Well thanks to the people that reviewed!

DancerInTheDark101- I'm pretty sad that this is the last chapter - which I can actually think of, since this is the last D-Boy I'm doing it on… Thanks for reviewing! Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Kaiiko - Yup, I somewhat like doing either sad fics, or just completely random ones… That's just me I guess well I hope you enjoy this chapter and thank you for your review.

The Goddess Azure Thunder - 0.o I thought I was the only one to notice that… It's really weird that Tala and Kai are… Kind of alike and yet so different. Thanks for reviewing! Woo-Woo here's the update. Enjoy.

Chapter 5

Tala felt saddened by the fact the bluenette wouldn't accept his help. The boy looked tired but then again, everyone in this Abbey looked tired or stressed. Or both.

Tala sighed, unsure of what to do, he sat down. The floor was cool but with the overalls on he couldn't feel the real chill inside the room. He crossed his legs, wondering why the boy in front of him was so... Different. Tala had never seen anyone with red eyes or blue hair, for that matter. He'd seen a few with, grey or a lilac colour that Bryan had. Tala just stared trying to think on where he had seen those eyes before.

Kai was slightly intimidated with the older child looking at him so intently, Kai wanted to tell him to stop looking at him but it appeared that the boy was just trying to figure something else out. Kai's stomach growled loudly; Kai blushed as everyone in the room looked at him. He hadn't meant to make everyone look so worried. Kai winced as he could feel the strain on which his body was under, his stomach needed food soon.

Bryan had heard the sound and wondered why the boy just didn't get up and find food - or ask. Adults would normally give food to kids that asked nicely, or maybe he was just playing around because he got into trouble. Bryan was off exploring the bare room, there was nothing except the cameras and an exit. It was rather boring for such an age to comprehend such a useless room. There was nothing evenly mildly entertaining, the walls were all the same bland colour.

Bryan had always been curious and decided to check the bags that they were given he had only ever looked in the bag for one thing. The smelly overalls he was wearing. The bag was fairly large - to Bryan anyway. His small hands opened the bag once again and rummaged around seeing books and paper, pencils. There was a small plastic box, and Bryan couldn't help but try to open it.

The blonde child, Spencer was told to come back - and saw each of the younger children he had seen not more than a few hours ago. What was BioVolt wanting now? He just didn't get any of this, though he was still only a child.

Bryan took notice of the door opening and the same child coming inside willingly, he titled his head trying to remember the boys name. Bryan's attention went back onto the box, and tried to open it but failed again and again trying to get a grip onto the two sides. He growled in frustration as he threw it to the floor hoping secretly that the force would open it.

Bryan huffed, now knowing that the box wouldn't open until he found the right way of opening it. He stamped down on the box, yet it would not open. He's mind got bored of trying to find out what the contents of the box was, and decided to go back to the actual rucksack.

Tala looked up and saw the blonde boy leaning against the wall, he was quiet.

Of course Kai knew who the boy was, he was kind enough to give him food when he needed it. He felt indebted to Spencer. He relaxed when he saw the blonde hair at least the boy was no enemy or stranger.

Kai just glanced from where he was lying at Spencer, he would have to do something for him when he could. Though his brain felt too foggy to come up with any idea on how to even help the so called allie.

Kai remained on the floor, his stomach almost empty - the food almost fully digested and used up just for the energy he needed so badly. Kai groaned and watched as the boy just stood still as if waiting for one of the three boys to react.

Tala looked back at the smaller boy on the floor, he was now curled up in a ball - he must have been really hungry. There was surely something to eat in the room.

Kai grumbled and slowly got up off the ground and weakly walked over to the blonde boy. His legs felt like hollow, weak, stumps of lead he could hardly get over to the other side of the room. He thought he would faint at any second at least then he would be given some food.

Bryan and Tala watched in astonishment as the bluenette managed to reach the blonde boy while stumbling a few times. Each time Tala and Bryan gave a concerned look to one another.

There was a short pause as Kai looked up at the older and taller boy. His blank face that was normal in the Abbey rotted away for a brief second to gain some sad and happy elements.

Spencer watched as the boy looked up with sad eyes, as if he were going to break down at any second and cry for all eternity. Though a small smile on the boys lips gave a feeling of appreciation.

Who knew a small piece of bread could do so much.

"Thanks." Was all the bluenette said, before he spotted the small box that Bryan had been trying to open. He wondered, was that a food box? He plodded over trying to keep his vision clear by blinking rapidly. There was something wrong with the child and everyone in the room knew it.

Kai kneeled down, and held the top down, while tapping at the side. It was like of the many, Chinese games his grandfather used to give him. The box opened, and there was a small bottle of water, a long with a small sandwich. This made Kai chuckle, and Bryan noticed that the boy had managed what he could not.

"How old are you?" Tala knew he was the youngest in the room, he was the smallest and most high pitched. Kai turned around to look at Tala for a second, then went back to filling some of his hunger.

Not even five minutes later Kai had finished, and was sitting staring at the floor lost in his memories. "I'm not the youngest here," Kai started off.

He only knew of one person that had been taken in - when the Abbey would steal the children. At nurseries or maybe hospitals, anywhere they could literally get their hands on a kid, they would go.

The boy's name was Ian. He couldn't remember the second name, he probably wouldn't be able to remember it happening. There was a rumour that Ian had been to choose a family member that would die... In front of someone that young. Would it not have harmed the boy mentally.

Kai had killed people in his school, yet he had never seen them dead - they just ended up not there. Then he ended up here.

Tala had seen blood, he probably still had some on his hands from his mother. He'd seen the weapon even though he didn't know he had.

Bryan, had seen fire and smelt death, Bryan didn't want to see another flame in his life, or smell that smell ever again.

Spencer, he'd seen it, he'd heard the painful screams and moans coming from the only adult he cherished.

Ian, Ian had killed. Maybe not intentionally. Though he had pulled the trigger. Poor kid.

Everyone was lined up; all with the same outraged and scared face, no one knew what they could do!

"Now, Ian. For your family to live you must choose one to die." The little boy could hardly speak never mind making such a large and emotional discussion. He was two years old.

The boy looked up with eyes that didn't understand, he had no idea what the concept of death meant.

Voltaire stared at the boy, grinning as if he were doing something right. Though the boy just wandered over to his parents thinking that they would just make the man leave. Though the gunmen just shoved him back to the centre of the room. With the horrible looking man who wanted him to choose something that he didn't understand.

It was a grand hall, Ian loved running around for ages - just round and round until he got so dizzy he'd fall. It was fun when he fell because then he got an excuse to do it all again.

Men with machine guns and pistols were pointed at the whole family - cousins, aunts, not so nice uncles were even there. They were all celebrating. They done it every year.

Ian, having no concept of - anything just simply wandered, looking at everyone's petrified faces. He knew something was wrong, but he had no idea what that something was.

Voltaire got impatient. "Pick someone...Anyone." He barked, scaring the small child. The boy shrugged not knowing - was he to pick someone he liked?

He pointed to his uncle. Not really knowing why he was pointing or why his uncle looked as if he had seen a ghost. Or why Voltaire was smiling so smugly.

"Good boy." Voltaire ruffled Ian's hair a little while the boy tilted his head unsure of what to do next.

Voltaire turned the boy round to face his uncle, and out of no where Voltaire handed the small child a heavy, loaded pistol. The boy looked up confused beyond belief. What was he meant to do now? Why was he getting the strange looks of hate and disgust from his family?

Voltaire kneeled down next to the boy and moved his fingers to the correct position, the boy stood still thinking he was doing something good. His mother went to say something but was stopped by a gunman, she silenced herself. Voltaire whispered something in Ian's ear and he nodded. Just aim and shoot and then you will be rewarded. Of course the reward in Ian's two year old mind was that he would be given sweets. How wrong he was.

Ian pulled the trigger and saw his old uncle fall at first Ian wasn't sure what had happened but when he saw the painful expression on his uncles face he couldn't help but wonder what he had done. He put his hands to his sides not letting go of the warm gun, what on earth had happened? Slowly when other family members crowded around the now gasping for breathe uncle. Ian sensed that he had done something very wrong. The gun dropped to the floor. His eyes widened so much they began to sting and everything became unfocused. There was so much red on the floor, a metallic smell filled the air it was so strange so different. So unfamiliar.

"Well done." Voltaire whispered and walked off - as if nothing had even occurred.

Ian was taken shortly after that. Crying his eyes out wondering and screaming what had happened - what he had done to his beloved uncle. Of course not before the order to kill his family was given.

Kai mumbled a few words, then burst out crying thinking of the pain that the Abbey and his grandfather were causing to other people, other loving families. He had no right to do that! Kai started yelling in Russian about hating his grandfather.

Bryan and Tala had no idea who the boys grandfather was but Spencer knew - and was happy that Kai wouldn't turn out to be like him. At least not yet anyway.

Then there was an order that came from a speaker that they were all to get ready for what they called

"a beybattle."

The small children had no idea what a beybattle was and pondered over the words.

Authors Note: Yeah So that's that done. I couldn't think of a way to bring Ian actually in to tell his story because he was so young (he'd be around two-three…Since he's what 2 years younger than Kai.) Review please!

(That's all the dear D-Boys done… I'll try to add some more chapters maybe… Depending if I can think of anything I can do. Maybe I'll add in some chapter on how the became friends then fell out? Neh? What do you think readers?)