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Now on with the last chapter!

Chapter 35

The televisions were crammed with fake information about Balkov Abbey, and everyone that had ever suffered in that place had to turn the channel and go throughout the day with a newly found rage for Boris and Voltaire, who were now in prison because of Tyson Granger, thankfully.

The redhead was sitting down in a local restaurant, if that was what it could be called, more like an overly-expensive café, though when the radio came on the teenager gave it his full attention.

"Balkov Abbey, founder Boris Balkov, has now been planned to be destroyed so a new mini-mart can be build on site the construction will cost millions of tax payers money. The so called Abbey is being knocked down and demolished in a few days time." With the small part of the report, the redhead forgot about the stupid mug of liquid, and left the café without as much as a word. He had a place to visit.

He checked to see what time it was and how long it would take for him to walk to the other side of town, and with the speed he was walking at – it wouldn't be too long until he saw the one place that he hated with a passion. He knew it wasn't the place that annoyed him, it was what those very walls had concealed from the outside world.

He saw the yellow tape that was bright against the dull surroundings of the building, he knew that he wouldn't be let in, hell there might be some malfunction or miscalculations and the building could fall down at any moment. Still he wanted to go in, just to laugh and mock the very essence of the Abbey. He lived - it was the one that was going to be destroyed, not him.

Looking around he slipped past the one police officer that was taking a nap in his car, it was far too cold for anything else. The cold hadn't bothered Tala as much as it usually did, only because he was filled with a warm feeling of hate and self-perseverance. The look of the Abbey was very different from what he remembered it as.

The shiny metal walls where rusted by rain water and snow that had managed to be blown in, and the floors were mucky as if an army of dirty boots had trampled on through. Tala sighed as he walked further into the place that began to send chills down his spine. He didn't know if it was just the natural response of the cold or if it was because of the memories that were held in this place.

Walking on through, he decided to go to the places where he had experienced most of his pain, the laboratories. Upon walking down the stairs he heard something. Freezing, he placed his back against the wall, and wondered who else would have wanted to come here.

He listened carefully and started to think, could it be someone else – like Bryan or Spencer? He hadn't spoken to them since the last tournament, everyone of them had went their own way, though he was sure that Bryan and Spencer still stayed in contact.

Curiously Tala decided to just walk out and see if it was anyone he recognised, and indeed he did. "Well, well, if it isn't the little Midge." Tala smirked when Ian turned around, almost doing a glare but on the other hand seemed surprised that his old captain was here too.

"Long time no see Red." He picked up his beyblade, Tala immediately looked at the wall, which was filled with holes, and Tala couldn't help but chuckle, the words 'Boris is a putrid maggot-eating kangaroo!' were inscribed onto the metal. It seemed that Ian still had a random side to him even throughout the years of torment.

"Where you heading…?" Ian turned to look at the taller teen he rested his large machine-gun launcher on his shoulder, steadying it with an arm. Tala sighed, he had wondered why he had chosen Kai instead of Ian. Still Ian had gone missing for a few years before appearing on Bryan's doorstep with a very bad cold.

"Labs. Who else is here?" Tala received a shrug of the shoulders, though Ian decided to follow him anyway, he too had had some trouble in the labs. Not as much as the redhead but it still was hard to forget about.

Talking was something they would have done if they were back home, in a place that felt safe, this was the Abbey – no one ever felt safe here. Tala and Ian managed to get to the labs quickly, though Ian suddenly had a change of plan and decided to leave, "I'm going to go check something else out…" Tala just nodded, he no longer was a captain – the beyblade season didn't even start until another few months.

Tubes, needles, Tala had never been fond of them because of what went on here. He was in deep thought, about what had happened here – that day. When everyone in the Abbey had revolted because Group 3 was going to be thrown out, it was a dangerous risk, but it also filled Group 3 with arrogance when it was their turn to beybattle others. All because the rest had decided to come and try to save him…Maybe if they had been thrown out they would have lived, and would have grown up – normally, or as normal as they could have got.

"Looks like everyone's here then." A taunting voice came from behind him, Tala jerked his head up, and smirked himself, he could feel the smugness from Bryan already. If Bryan was here that meant Spencer must have been somewhere too… There was only one person missing. As if Bryan had read his mind, he called out.

"I've even bumped into the high and mighty Hiwatari." Tala turned around, it seemed that each of them had come to say good riddance to the Abbey instead of goodbye. They had suffered a lot, and now they were finally, completely free. All of the past was going to be erased. Voltaire and Boris would die before Ian reached twenty, which wasn't that long away.

"Did you argue? Then again if you did we all would have heard the yelling…" Tala wanted to speak to Kai for a minute or two they had not spoke to each other since last year's tournament, with the whole Brooklyn carry-on. He was sure that Kai and he were on good terms again.

"He didn't say anything, just walked on by as if he owned the place." Bryan's footsteps came nearer and he finally stood next to his old captain. "Hey, was this the one we bust you out of?" Bryan noticed that Tala didn't answer, but he knew that he was right.

"Do you think that…?" Tala frowned, "If this place is destroyed then… The stuff that happened to all of us is forgotten about?" Tala's question shocked Bryan, he usually didn't question things unless he really was confused, and that was one of the reasons he had taken so long to see that what Boris was promising him, was a lie.

"They still happened even if this place is destroyed, and I doubt we will forget about this…." Bryan leaned against an old table, which happened to be just the right size for him to do so, Tala nodded in response and decided he would go and find everyone, he hadn't seen them for a little while.

"Bryan, what do you think Kai will do?" Another question which confused the lavender haired boy, he wasn't sure if he got the meaning behind it. Tala started to walk away, meanwhile Bryan sighed and walked off to catch up with him.

Before Bryan caught up, he was sure Tala was talking to someone, or else Tala had finally gone crazy. When Bryan got to the door, he saw that Ian, Spencer and even Kai were all outside. "Looks like we really are all here," Tala looked around everyone; each of them greeted each other with a slight smile and a nod. Meanwhile Kai was standing leaning against a wall in his own fashion.

Tala began to wonder if everyone would be okay, in the few years that Boris's hold over them had disappeared they had found it hard to cope with the emotions that they had been deprived of. The one that most of them had struggled with was the trust and some sort of love-friendship type, which Tala had even managed to forget about while under Boris's control.

The five of the teens decided to leave, not really caring about the building now that they had been reunited, before leaving the entrance, Ian had a great idea, and ran off – meaning that everyone else had to follow him. He launched his beyblade and then began to inscribe another few words. 'Group 3 Rules!' Then underneath it he placed his name, and quickly caught his beyblade, and laughed at the faces his old-team was making.

"Ian…You really never grow up." Tala sighed and decided to inscribe his own name, above that of Ian's. Before long both Bryan and Spencer had placed there names underneath the title of 'Group 3 Rules!' The only problem was that Kai wasn't too keen on writing on something that was about to be blown up. "Come on Hiwatari, don't be a kill joy!" Bryan moaned, Kai just rolled his eyes, he was not allowed to leave – as they had put it – until he marked his name with his own beyblade.

"If this is fun, then you need mental help Bryan." He smirked when he heard the lavender haired-boy sigh in defeat, though now that Bryan had stopped pestering him, it was Tala's turn.

"Come on! Just hurry up! Sign your name!" Kai shook his head, and missed the evil glare that Tala gave him and then the equally demented smirk that appeared. "Fine…Don't sign your name, you never were apart of Group 3 were you?" Kai glared, Tala knew that that must have caused some sort of emotion to get stirred up as Kai shook his head again and finally gave up, "Whatever." He too got his beyblade out and inscribed his name. He made sure it was not anywhere near Tala's name and Bryans.

They left as quickly as they had came, and luckily they had not spent too long inside, as the Abbey was then demolished ahead of what the Government had planned and was destroyed five hours later. The whole thing was watched by the so-called Demolition Boys while they all sat and drank a warm coffee with smiles on their faces, finally happy that the one place they hated so much – was gone.

"So why are you here Hiwatari?" Bryan turned to look at the second youngest of the small group. The blue-haired boy sat back a little, looking as if he had been asked a stupid question. "I just came." He shrugged and stayed quiet for the time being.

"I'm amazed…" Ian muttered, while everyone turned to looked at him, slightly confused on what he was amazed by. "That's the first time in years I've heard you two talk to one another without arguing, it's a miracle!" Tala shook his head, a smirk on his face knowing fine well everyone had suddenly paused to think about it. So did this mean the two teens were finally beginning to put up with one another?

"Hey, Midget! I think only your nose grows… Looks bigger from when I last saw it. You on the other hand…" Bryan smirked, he had forgotten that Ian was such an easy target to insult and taunt.

Spencer shook his head and couldn't help but join in, it had been a while since all of the team had been together and had such a relaxed atmosphere around them. "Leave him alone Bryan, he's had a hard day…"

Kai raised an eyebrow he was the one with jetlag, coming all the way from Japan just to visit the place he hated most. "How so?"

Spencer answered with an amused smirk, "He's been carrying that gun around with him." Tala shook his head as he looked back over to where the Abbey once stood, the once tall building was now flat, and heavy machinery had began to move the large amount of junk. He wondered if they would find the metal that they had all just signed.

"Is he still not taller than it?" Tala mused, he could still remember the day he had got the launcher and had almost fallen down the stairs because of it.

"Stand up Midget." Bryan pushed the other teen playfully and wondered why he looked so mad, and then out of the blue Ian decided to bring back a very old joke.

"Shut up! Turkey breath!" It took a few seconds for everyone to register what Ian was meaning, but when it clicked everyone started to chuckle – well all except Bryan whom began to fume in anger. "Ian! For Christ sake! Falborg is not a turkey!"

Author's Note: I find it amusing that the last word for the story is officially…Turkey. Anyway, if you review the last chapter I will take time to reply since I can't exactly write them down on the next chapter.
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