Author's Note: I had written this a few days ago, but my computer was acting up and I couldn't get onto the internet! It's okay now… I hope. So anyway sorry for the longer wait… It was an unavoidable problem… Probably. Thanks to;

kavbj - I actually have a reason why the older boys are in the story... You'll find out later, it's rather sad... and mean. Also I was wondering when I would hear something about this 'sequel of a sequel' and yes I do, a few. So it should be all planned out in a few weeks. Since some things make no sense still O.o Well thanks for reviewing!

Irn2 - Oh I could never kill Tala! Especially a very cute and young one! Although I will have to 'break' them. Which will be almost like killing them! Thanks for reviewing!

The Goddess Azure Thunder - I noticed I've been kind of pushing Spencer and Bryan to the side... Though I will make it up to all the Bryan-fans and do a little more on him later. (Have everything planned out on this fic now so woo!) Thanks for reviewing

DancerInTheDark101 - Yeah I was thinking over and over again on how I could actually have them, well end up meeting each other and that was the best I could come up with so I'm glad you enjoyed it! Ian will be in this fic! Though if I added him now he'd be like 3... And I don't think a 3 year old has much vocabulary... (Hence why I'm going to bring in time skips!) Well thanks for reviewing! Like usual:-D

white light horizon - Nothing too bad... I think... Hope this one is enough to cure that curiosity of yours! Well thanks for reviewing!

Chapter 18

There were other kids here too, and Bryan noticed three larger dummies standing on either side of a beyblade dish. The children did not look confused, but unnaturally focused.

"Aim," as soon as it was said, the children moved as if they were of the same mind and raised their launchers, aiming. Bryan watched as order after order the children let their beyblades loose in the dish. The winner was always a small blonde haired boy, who was looking smugly at everyone – until he noticed Bryan standing there looking slightly dumbfounded.

"You, stand here." Two hands gripped Bryan's shoulders and pushed him to stand in front of one of the dummies. Bryan blinked and looked at everyone; who were all staring back at him with glares fixed onto their faces. Bryan gulped and hoped that he was not a replacement for the dummy.

Suddenly he was handed something, which Bryan knew was a beyblade. It was green and white, and looked like the worst beyblade had been given to him. The sides were bashed and even the attack ring was threatening to break. They were only plastic, metal ones were only given to the older more experienced bladers in the Abbey.

He looked at the small spinning-top and frowned, what was he meant to do with this? He didn't even have a launcher; once again the children let their own beyblades out, and they were heading for one of the dummies that stood limp against a metal pole. Bryan watched as the small plastic blades flew at the dummy, ripping the fabric all over – in small scratches that looked deep and damaging.

The little blonde boy's blade was the one to do most damage and it cut a huge gasp into the neck of the dummy, its head rolled to the opposite side. Bryan's eyes went back to the amused and gloating blonde that seemed to want to cause some uneasiness for him. It wasn't working though, Bryan only wanted to gain a launcher and launch the pathetic blade he had at the boys head. He gave a fake smile, he'd do that…

After the dummy was completely and utterly destroyed another one moved to where it used to stand. Bryan was still standing and his feet were beginning to get sore; all he wanted was a damn launcher! He looked around; still that blonde boy had that same smirk on his face. He's pushing it.

About time, Bryan smiled as the launcher was handed to him. The strange thing was he didn't even have to look at the launcher to insert his blade – if anyone could call it that. Was this the result of those needles? Bryan didn't really care; he just wanted to literally that smug look of that kids face.

The scientist and the one guard watched Bryan looked to be launching in the right direction; though he quickly turned around and launched it. Most of the children darted out of the way while the blade flew at the smaller blonde.

Bryan chuckled as the beyblade hit the boy, right between the eyes. The blonde boys smirk dropped as the boy began to wail loudly; and the scientists decided that would like to see what else the little lavender haired boy could do.

Spencer was the only one in this room; he had tried to make out if there was anyone else in the room, but it was much to dark to even see a few metres in front of him. He tried to walk but he could still feel the hand of that man on his shoulder, as if he wasn't allowed to step forward yet.

The lights flickered on, a huge room with hundreds of machines and computers. Where on earth was he? Spencer looked up at the scientist who was now walking away from him, giving him a motion of his hand for him to follow. Spencer slowly edged towards the computer where the guy had stopped. There was a beyblade dish in the middle of the room. Spencer was pushed again towards the beyblade dish he didn't have any idea what he was going to be doing. Then beyblades were shot from the wall, and they all landed in the dish – all five of them. The blonde boy looked puzzled and then frowned as he glanced over his shoulder to the man who was looking rather amused. He's creepy…Spencer turned his head back to the noisy beyblades and watched them spin next to one another, not fighting or causing any damaged.

"Ask for one." The whole concept confused Spencer, was he to ask this man if he wanted one or was he to… No he wasn't to ask the beyblades that was just stupid. Whatever this guy was up to Spencer knew it wouldn't end very well.

Spencer kneeled down, looking at the beyblades closely, he could see that two of them had a picture in the middle and the others were just blank. Spencer frowned that meant they had a bitbeast, right? Spencer had no idea what to do and glanced back over to the scientist for some guidance, which he was denied.

What am I suppose to be doing? Am I meant to ask him…? Why would he tell me to ask him something? That's just idiotic. Then again why are these beyblades out?

"What are the bitbeasts names?" Spencer didn't really know if he would get an answer or not, but he might as well try to figure out why he was here. Something was just a little off with the whole scenario.

"There is Falborg and also Seaborg. Choose one." Spencer watched as the other beyblades without bitbeasts began to slow down, yet the two with bitbeasts continued to spin as if they had just been launched.

Which one should I choose? Well I've seen Falborg before… It's that bird… Though which ones Seaborg? I don't think I've seen that one before… Since Spencer had been there slightly longer than most of the other children his age, he had seen more bitbeasts and more beyblade battles. He had seen how Falborg attacked the blader as well, and he knew that it was not his kind of style…

"Seaborg." Spencer tilted his head when he saw no movement of the adult and not even a word was expressed; Spencer frowned. So he had picked now what? This scientist wanted to see how smart this child was; he wasn't dumb, he was just quiet and of course he was physically strongest amongst his peers.

"Seaborg…" Spencer tired to get onto the dish though, he was sure he would be scolded if he touched it, either by the dish itself or by the scientist behind him, sitting comfortably on that huge chair.

He held a hand out, feeling rather stupid because of what he was doing. He could feel the gaze burning through him; it was making him feel incredibly uncomfortable. Just hurry up and get the beyblade… I don't want to be here! The small boy sighed as he found that his arms were too short to reach the spinning beyblade.

He frowned at it, why did it have to be so far away! Move closer Seaborg…The beyblade twitched to the side. Spencer sat up and frowned deeply, why had the beyblade moved…?

Seaborg, hurry up and move over here…Again the beyblade twitched, yet did not move closer to the smaller boy. Come on! You'll get me into trouble! Move closer! The scientist watched in a puzzled amusement as the child had appeared to give up. Maybe he was just stupid after all. The grey-haired BioVolt worker turned away, now not caring about the child or the bitbeasts. There was only one bitbeast in this whole facility that anyone cared about and that was Black Dranzer. The rest were weak and used to help train the other children.

Seaborg, hurry up! Get here! I can't reach you! I'm too small! Usually small was not the word that Spencer would use on himself often, since he was taller than most people even some that were a few years older than he was. All of a sudden the beyblade began to glow, and Spencer couldn't help but look away as the large Seaborg came out from no where…

Kai was more than happy that Tala was still alive, though that had meant Voltaire; his grandfather had lied to him about something as serious as this. Maybe he too hadn't killed his parents? Or even the children in school maybe they were just gone, hiding somewhere like Tala had done. Kai looked around the room, it wasn't as great as some of the other rooms but at least he wasn't cold in it. He heard someone coming down the hall and decided to stay quiet.

"Voltaire." One of the scientists came in and his eyes darted around the room looking for the older man, but only found his blood relative, sitting on the floor watching him like a hawk. "Humph." The man left – he had to tell him about the other two children. One had managed to harness Seaborg; the main reason why it was useless was because it didn't listening to anyone. Also he had been told about the other boy, Bryan who had in turn, not even had one beybattle as he ended up hitting everyone with the blade before their own had been launched. Things were turning out rather nicely for the BioVolt Corporation.

After a few seconds, there was another set of footsteps heard walking down the corridor, there was another set too, as if the person was running to keep up. Before Kai knew what was happening Voltaire was back, with a familiar redhead.

Voltaire then shut the door, and left the two alone. He had some people to speak too. Like those scientists that told him the boy was useless, and that he wasn't compatible with any bitbeast that they had. How they would be getting a pay cut...

Tala had been all over the Abbey, going for a test here and there. The scientists had appeared to be completely perplexed on how someone like Tala could summon up Wolborg when their tests had shown that he could not possibly do it. Tala on the other hand was just happy that he was back, and that he was no longer freezing. He had however gone back to his room for an hour or two and found that no one was there.

The small boy had wondered where Wolborg had gone and had thought that maybe he was hiding somewhere and had turned the small room upside down trying to find his 'wolf.' The guard had come back and yelled at the redhead, and had been stunned when Tala had only replied 'But Wolborg isn't here! He's hiding! I have to find him!' Of course the small redhead was then given another yelling – about how he was imagining things.

Tala looked around the room, and then spotted a familiar two-toned haired boy, of course his pale face was now no longer pale – the left side of his face was severely bruised. Already it was beginning to chance from a raw red to a horrible purple. Voltaire may have been his grandfather, but he certainly did have a very strong slap, especially when he was angry or annoyed…

They both blinked, unsure if they were seeing a mirage or if the other was actually in the room with them.

Author's Note: I had a strange mental image when I was writing this chapter… Chibi bitbeasts… Seaborg was a goldfish in a bowl with his name on a large piece of card - which was stuck to the bowl… Wolborg was well a cute little puppy sleeping in a basket and had... A pink bow on... Falborg was a small chicken with two heads arguing with each other and Dranzer was a canary in a cage singing.
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