Chapter 4
It was snowing outside. This part of rural Russia always snowed early and the sight was enchanting, pure and beautiful. Balcov Abbey was like a menacing dirty stain on the background of a clean sheet of glistening landscape.
The cell was grey, black, green in damp places and stunk of mould. Bathed in dim silver light stood Tala, Spencer, Ian and Bryan. All separately cuffed with tight metal chains around their gloved wrists. The previous Demolition boys dressed similar to each other and looked every part the team they were 5 years ago. Their style, wearing baggy pants with huge pockets on the sides, black boots with 2 shiny silver straps decorating them, thick belts either brown or black, gloves with silver knuckles, some sort of jacket with the Blitzkrieg boys symbol on the sleeves and orange T-shirts or tank tops flaring from beneath. Spencer in his early 20s decorated his head with a type of head piece that allowed his blonde hair to stick out of the top. Bryan differentiated himself with fur trim wherever possible and Ian hadn't changed a bit; apart from a couple of inches in height. Tala hadn't changed much either. He had since opted for the same style clothing as the rest of his team. He now sported a half baggy (not as baggy as the others) pair of bright orange coloured cargo pants with blue straps around his calf muscles and ankles, the bottoms of his pants tucked tightly into his half leg boots that matched his friends, he wore a long sleeved white shirt that hugged his figure closely and a masculine dog tag swung heavily from his neck. The young men kept themselves in tip top shape, regular exercise and weights training gave them nicely carved muscles without an inch of flab. Tala, although not as big built as the other 3 was meeker but far more agile. Wolborg was a fast, hard hitting, dangerous bit beast and his master had to be exactly the same.
The Blitzkrieg boys had been awake for over an hour and any grogginess had dissipated. Having been dumped on the floor, part of their clothes were a little damp from the cells interior leaving Tala's white shirt not as perfectly white as before. Suffering with migraines and sickening dread they paced their tiny cell like captured animals. They knew where they were, the memories of the bolted doors, smell of cold heavy chains, and uncomfortable musky atmosphere was all so familiar. Nightmares of their childhoods never let them forget such potent smells, metallic tastes in the back of their mouths and spiteful chills on their skin. The last thing they remembered were their routinely trips to or from work, or going to investigate a noise outside. All of which being confronted by silent cloaked strangers in black. They had already attempted to break out of the room, firstly they tested the wood and metal door to find it was bolted from the other side and tested the bars that allowed generous moonlight seep through them but alas they wouldn't budge. The only thing the Blitzkrieg boys could do was pace and to wait.
Following a brigade of heavy footsteps down a long corridor, a rusty dungeon door swung open and hit the wall behind it causing a crashing echo. In strode an ugly behemoth of a man wearing dark goggles to hide his demonic eyes. He was accompanied by 3 goons dressed in familiar gowns typical of Biovolt guards.
The Blitzkrieg boys glared at the one and only Boris with intense fury and distrust. A cold streak of fear plagued them but they stuck together, pack like, gritted their back teeth and braced themselves ready to fight.
"Well Hello Tala, boys, Biovolt has been waiting for your return."
"Drop dead Boris" spat the red head in chains. He was in no mood for small talk.
"Well that's not very nice Tala" grinned Boris. "Is that any way to greet your old teacher?"
"What do you want, creep" snapped the ruthless Bryan.
"What are you scheming now?" came the deep tone of the fisherman known as Spencer.
"What do you want with us Boris? Tala's piercing blue orbs shot looks of pure anguish and his voice tone expressed a deep manner of hostility. Pissing Tala off was never a good idea.
"Ill cut right to the chase then, seeing as you boys are so impatient. We're taking over the world for your information… not that you're going anywhere. We're starting a war using bit beasts as ammunition. We are in possession of the most powerful bit beast known today; we'll destroy anyone in our way including your medalling friends the Bladebreakers. Your old best friend Kai has already agreed to comply with us and soon you will too. After all these years, you boys won't be a complete failure to Biovolt. Kai won't have any control, he will do as we say and so will you… Blitzkrieg boys or should I say Demolition Boys." Boris curled his lips up with a dirty pleasure. How he missed this kind of control and was loving every second of it.
Tala glared at Boris's words. The insanity and the masochistic tone were just so typical. The pack of young men glared with hate and disbelief that Boris could plan such a thing. The guy that they had overcome twice now still had the same lame ambition and obviously hadn't learned his lesson. He knew Boris was stupid and was a mental creep but the very fact he was trying again to complete what he'd had failed to do twice over was a little humorous. Some people never learn.
"Same old tricks Boris, what makes you think you'll succeed this time?" Tala said as smugly as he possibly could just to irritate the man in front of him. He motioned to put his hands on his hips like Tala typically did but the chains refrained him from doing so.
"You'll see Tala; we have a few surprises for you." Grinning cunningly whilst a little irate with Tala's undying retaliation.
Bryan stepped forward. "You'll never succeed Boris"
"Yeh, we'd never join you again" snorted Ian.
"Oh I'm sure you will boys, as you well know I can be very persuasive" retorted Boris as slimy as he'd ever been.
"We'd never join you Boris, I'd die first!" Spat Tala meaning every word of it. His patience getting the better of him. Tala vowed never to work under Boris ever again, vowed never to be a puppet for Biovolt, to be their tool again was not an option. His wolf pride would not allow it.
"Ha…What's that... you'll die first? Well let's start with your team then shall we?" With that he pulled out a black gun from his cloak and aimed it at one boy to the next. His serpent eyes narrowed behind the thick shadows of his goggles as he gleefully played with their fear.
"Who will it be? Bryan…? Spencer…? Ian...?" That earlier streak of fear turned to a wave of terror as the weapon pointed across them. Promising to end their lives with one little tug of the metal trigger. The targets reacted with a jumpy flinch but stood their ground. Their frowns deepened and teeth gritted like stones as they waited for what would happen next. Powerless against a gun they felt in serious distress. Panic beat their hearts like they were war drums.
Tala instantly regretted his furiously hasty words. He was never good at thinking about the consequences of his actions. He was the do now, think later type. His team was the only thing in the world that he gave a dam about apart from Wolborg. Tala didn't know his family, all he could remember of life before his Biovolt days were an orphanage, no parents, no future. You weren't allowed friends at Biovolt. Friends were forbidden, relying on somebody else made you weak and trusting, both of which were undesirable. The Blitzkrieg boys stuck together because they were all they had, out of necessity to be normal they formed their own little family. They filled the emotional voids for each other and their communal life worked.
"So lemme guess Boris, if we don't join you, we die, is that it? Exclaimed the fiery red head.
"No Tala. You don't have a choice, You WILL join Biovolt and you will be a good little soldier and do exactly as I command." Boris loved this evil villain cliché way too much and played it like he was born to.
"I'd like to see that" retorted Ian.
"Like that's gunna happen" said Spencer shrugging off most of the surprise of the gun.
"You'll see soon enough Boys but right now I think you need to settle down for the night." He half turned to his subordinates then back at his previous "students".
"Men, make the traitors of Biovolt comfortable and make sure they have plenty of rest for tomorrow." Tala instantly recognized Boris's sick twisted humour and alarm bells told him that things were going to get bad. Ian, Spencer and Bryan knew exactly what this was heading to and looked to Tala for reassurance. Do they fight or just except their fates? Their leader didn't give them an answer that their minds were begging for. He was powerless to do anything, resistance was pointless, and he knew this. But for prides sake he wanted to fight. He could tell them what the plan was just by looking at them, they could communicate with one little look, a smirk, the decent of an eyebrow, a curled fist.
"Be good boys, I would love to stay for the fun but I have matters to attend to" Turning on his heel Boris left the room briskly before the boys could protest.
Then Tala noticed the henchmen's weapons were glinting in the silver moonlight. They were shimmering dots and smears of red. Kai's blood. Talas eyes widened.
"No. So they do have Kai." whispered in disbelief.
The 3 drones did as they were told and launched themselves upon the Blitzkrieg boys. No mercy would be shown. The boys stood their grounds, kicked, spat, skull bashed, punched out at anything the handcuffs allowed them to. The trio of henchmen used their leather handled metal poles to savagely beat the Blitzkrieg boys senseless as they were ordered. They had been given full permission to do as much damage as they liked as long as the boys bodies were still functional in the morning. They would be of no use to Biovolt dead. The pack fought and lashed out as much as they could, they wouldn't just lay down for nobody. Spencer and Bryan each had pouring nose bleeds, Tala's jawbone was savagely cracked with their sticks causing him to gasp in pain, split Ian's lip open to stain his clothes red. Additionally they beat the young men into oblivion. Even when on the floor, they beat their legs and kicked them in the groins and soft parts that should be protected from any damage. After 2 hours the boys gave up and surrendered into numbness. Like in slow motion they could see each other being clobbered, reacting without a care. Being slugged around the face was all the brutes had the energy to do now; they had been beating all evening. The goons hadn't had much rest since their last "visit" with a certain someone. With one last whack into Bryan's left side as he lie in a puddle of sweat and grime on the dungeon floor, the guards left their bloodied and bruised victims to groan in peace. That's if there was such a thing at Biovolt. They bolted the door shut behind them with a scraping metallic squeak. Tala, Bryan, Spencer and Ian each lay in their own pools of dark and self suffocating pity. They clutched their bellies or pillowed their heads to comfort themselves as much as humanly possible. Half conscious, half writhing in a deafening pain they didn't move, eyes semi open, half gripped by the numb darkness that wanted to take them and they begged for it to do so. Cold, broken and numb they slip into unconsciousness. Shivering in the nights freezing grip they bled from their faces, bruises rainbowed beneath their now dirtier clothing. They slept sick and swollen in the grey light that penetrated the bars above them. The slight smell of blood mixed with the musky humidity of the room hung as still as the silence surrounding them. How nostalgic.
Scuttling down the florescent tube lined ceiling corridors, his heavy boots clanking, breath smelling foul, walls seeping that aroma of rotting building. The brick shaped mobile phone rang in his pocket.
"This had better be good" he grumbled.
Putting the phone to his ear he waited for the callers' response.
"So how are things going Boris?" Boris stuttered once realizing who was the caller.
"We have the Blitzkrieg Boys and Kai Hiwatari settled down for the night Sir. No need to worry I have everything under control" Balkov replied.
"Don't let me down Boris" Was the firm reply.
Beep
Grinning with content the power-mad vampire carried on down the corridor with a renewed stride in his step. Things were finally going to plan, this time Biovolt will not fail again, he'd make sure of it.