Hya everyone!! Hope you are all ok. It's been another long chapter and it took some time but here's chapter 6 for you. I want to say a BIG THANKYOU to Phoenix falling and Gem-gem Kai fan for all the reviewing and support I've received for this. I can honestly say if it weren't for your reviews I would have given up ages ago.
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Anyway here's Chapter 6
After the Police officers left that afternoon, Tyson found himself thinking of nobody else but Kai. Tyson knew it, the Bladebreakers knew it and he was sure Kai knew it too, that he idolized his captain. Kai was so darn cool. The fan girls loved him, little kids dressed and acted like him and Tyson envied him for it. But to Tyson, Kai was like no other to him. They had a special connection, a strange kind of friendship not built on going out to the movies or trivial things like that. Kai and Tyson jeered one another to be better than each other, better, faster, stronger smarter. In the Beydish they were unstoppable, invincible people. Tyson loved what he had with Kai, their minds would disappear into dream like zones as their beyblades collided and smashed reality into fragments.
Tyson was worried and sick of the waiting around. Lying on his back on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling with his right arm draped over the side, his fingers stroked the brown carpet beneath him. Chocolate coloured eyes transfixed on nothing in particular, his cap resting on his stomach leaving his hair exposed to the light breeze that drifted through the dojos open doors.
"Tyson... You ok Buddy?" Max said breaking the silence of Tyson's thoughts.
"…I SAID TYSON!!!" He yelled at his team mate in a world of his own.
Max towered over where Tyson lay then sat beside him cross legged on the floor.
"Max, I just wish I knew where he was, that he was ok"
"I know bud, I know, we all do"
Tyson and Max exchanged a swift reassuring grin to one another then returned to their frowns.
"RING RING" "RING RING" "RING R…"
"Yes Hello Granger residents" Ray answered the phone grabbing it from its resting point.
Tyson and Max sat up and waited with eager ears.
"What now?... Ok see you soon then" Ray pressed a button and put the phone back on the holder.
"Hey guys!! The police have found something."
With that he was then approached by all members of the house apart from Daichi who remained beyblading outside on his own, fed up with Tyson's lacking competitive drive.
"Whats up dawg, they found him yet?" came the hip slang remark from Grandpa Granger
"No its just the police, they've found CCTV footage of Kai and they think there's something we should see, more like identify but they wouldn't say, they just said they're coming over right now." Ray said flicking his long satin black hair braid aside.
"I wonder what they've found." Hilary pondered aloud.
25minutes later
"Hello again officers." Greeted Mr Dickenson as he stepped aside.
"Hello Sir." Came one reply after another as the officers entered.
The duo was led to the kitchen table as before and soon was surrounded by the eager teens. Each seated with faces full of concern and anticipation.
"Firstly we need you to take a look at this footage we took from a local grocery shop in town." the female police woman said whilst pulling a video wrapped in an airtight bag from her handbag.
"Do you have a TV with vcr?"
With that Grandpa Granger wheeled in a large box shaped TV with video player built in.
As she placed the Video in the player she stated professionally.
"We need you to confirm that this is Master Kai Hiwatari and if you know these two people who seem to be following him". This caused the teens eyes to widen and brows to focus.
The TVs screen fuzzed for a second then switched to a camera shot stating time and the date. Then they see him. Kai walked casually floating like he always did with his hands in his pockets then …drifted out of sight all too briefly. Behind him two cloaked figures were closely seen trailing him. Their faces too blurry to see or make any guesses.
The table was silent.
"Yes that's our Kai" Mr Dickenson murmured, accompanied by a deep sigh.
"And the cloaked pair...?" said the older officer.
"Not a clue, I'm sorry" grunted Tyson as he crossed his arms into a bed for his face on the table.
"Well maybe you'll recognize this" the female officer again pulled a sandwich bag from her handbag and placed it in the middle of the table. Within it sat a dart, a small silver, three pronged projectile with a cavity for whatever substance it carried.
The Bladebreakers and adults looked at it with shock, scared to touch it at first. Then Kenny bravely picked it up and examined it.
"We found this in an alleyway only a few yards away from where Kai was last seen in that video footage. We had it analysed back at the lab. It contained a heavy sedative, one not commonly used. And I'm sad to say, it matches Kais DNA and fingerprints." Added the male officer. He confirmed what they dreaded most.
Kenny peered at it through his thick rounded glasses. Scanning it, moving it and twirling it around in its plastic sealing.
"Aha, eureka!"
Kenny's words caused alarm, Tyson's head shot up and even Daichi curiously poked in his head from the doorway.
"That's what I was looking for. Their emblem…"
"Biovolt… Chief?"
"Exactly Tyson, just as I thought and this is evidence. We couldn't be sure up till now but this is definitely Biovolts doing" Said Kenny readjusting his glasses.
The plastic packaging with its contents was passed back to the female officer who then tucked it away.
"So what now?" asked Hilary.
"We go back to the office and see what more we can do, we know all about Biovolt and Boris Balkov. He's been on the run for a while now, slippery character." Said the older Policeman with narrowed eyes. "Nobody seems to catch him."
"We may need to call you to the station at some point soon for further questioning" stated the female officer.
For the second time that day the police were thanked and left.
Tyson was upset, really upset, Max was down in the dumps, Ray felt the strains of the depressive mood, Hilary wept inside herself, Kenny tried to keep himself busy with Dizzi but his mind kept wandering and Daichi wasn't himself either. Seeing Kai again filled them all with false hope that he was ok, then the projectile hit home that he might not be.
His breath rippled along the surface of a shallow puddle under his right cheek. With every drip of blood from Tala's forehead, a new swirl of crimson colour danced within the stagnant water of the cell floor. His vision was fuzzy, clothes torn and skin ripped, damp and chilled to the bone. He felt like a frozen reptile in dire need of the suns radiating heat. The first thing he noticed was the stabbing light through the bars of his stone cage and how it pained his eyes to adjust to it. Seriously roughed up and exhausted he shakily pushed himself off the floor to a seated position. Grimacing with every move. He looked at his hands, inspecting each torn knuckle and grazed pad. Something was missing.
"Where are they?!!!!"
Spencer, Ian and Bryan were gone from the cell. Taken in his sleep.
Talas mind and heart raced. He felt vulnerable and helpless and now alone; he was naked. He nearly fell off balance as he stumbled to his feet. Although damp and frozen inside, he didn't shiver, the fury within him loaded him like a hot cannon.
"BORIS!!! YOU BASTARD!!!"
Talas posture was that of a Lycan from an underworld fantasy movie. His haunting blue eyes flared as his mouth snarled dangerously. Haunches up, neck hair on end and white tipped claws at the ready. His meek frame rippled in the light radiance of the sunrise and released smoky clouds of breath in the chilly air.
"BORIS. COME IN HERE AND FACE ME!!" Tala growled at the top of his lungs.
"No need to shout Tala, I'm right here" Sneered the black goggle wearing fiend through the bars.
"What have you done with them? TELL ME!!"
Boris unbolted the door causing Talas sensitive ears to shudder the under the screech. Boris and 2 guards entered and stood no less than 5 feet away. Too close for Talas comfort.
"Calm down Tala, they're just fine, just resting" he grinned cruelly.
"Resting...Where?" he glared.
"You'll find out soon enough"
"Boris!"
Like a mental twig his temper snapped. Tala attacked his tormentor, grabbed him by the scruff of his leather jacket and dragged Boris down, now face to face at his apparent shorter level. This took Boris by surprise. He had clearly forgotten how ferocious Tala could be on a bad day.
"How fun he would be to break again. Break into being my loyal pet once more" thought Boris as he stared into those cold satanic baby blues.
"You always snapped quickly, hmff you wanna see your team Tala? Come with me" said Boris whilst breaking Talas hold. He started for the door and glanced back to make sure he was following. A blind lamb to the slaughter.
Every inch of Talas mind was screaming this is a trap, his instincts were never wrong but he hadn't much choice. Ian, Spencer and Bryan need him and as team leader, he took his duties of protection very seriously and he knew as team members they'd do the same for him.
Tala skulked behind Boris, belittled by his old teachers' large build. Following Boris down the nostalgic mould ridden tunnels he occasionally glared behind him to see the goons physically blocking his way out and watching his back like a hawk. Then they passed a large clinical white door.
"Why is that door so familiar" Talas pulse thumped in his veins as if to say "You DON'T want to know" Tala eyed it as he walked past, then they turned a corner and into another white door with printed words reading "Observation Rooms" in Russian on a plaque.
"Boris what is this?" Talas eyes were wide, pupils tiny and jaw agape, he began backing away. Boris pulled the handle down, turned around and grinned evilly. He opened the door; bright light hit the dark, shadows danced and the brightness invaded Tala's eyes causing him to flinch in agony. The hooded guards shoved him into the light behind Boris and behind they entered too. Tala froze. Sheer terror hit him. He began shaking. Before him were 6 other doors. 3 sets of 2 doors opposite each other with a small peeping window and medical clipboard hang from each of the 12ft x 12ft white padded cubicles. Their interior could only be described as cushioned on all 4 walls and the high ceiling was white tile. The type of accommodation reserved only for the clinically insane or suicidal maniacs that would do anything humanly possible to hurt themselves. A table with restraints waited over the far wall with menacing straps dangling at its sides, a small clinical desk tucked neatly into a corner and a medicine cupboard hung from the wall. Talas heart plummeted to his stomach as he read the names on the doors. Starting from the left hand side, read "Bryan", next "Ian" next "Spencer, opposite Spencer read "KAI then…
Tala turned on his heels and ran into the guards, desperately trying to pass their body wall.
"Noooo!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh" the goons took hooked an arm each and Tala began fighting against them. kicking, biting. "Boris. Please! Lemme go!"
"Yes Tala… that room there… IS… YOURS! HAHAHAHA"
"Oh… and Tala I thought you wanted to see your team mates?"
Tala was dragged roughly to Bryan's door. On it hung a clipboard with weights, stats, doses and reactions. Tala looked to the floor, tears filling his eyes. He forced his head up and looked through the tiny square foot sized window. Bryan lay unconscious in a heap, dressed in white shorts and a greyish white straight jacket. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head. Strangely he had been cleaned up. All dirt and blood had been washed away, maybe for clinical reasons. Tala's eyes felt like they could over flow at any time. He moved on his own accord to the next "room". As he stared at Ian whom was in exactly the same condition as Bryan, unconscious, clean, arms restrained at the chest in a straight jacket, the buckles glittering in the spotlight. After him he moved to Spencer. Tala knew the big lug would be exactly the same but he had to see him, to know he was there at least. Boris leaned back on the wall between Kai and Tala's room. He waited for his next subject's turn; happily showing his teeth in contempt. Tala turned around slowly to face him, his eyes staring at the tiled black floor, eyes ready to burst watery emotion. Running was not an option now matter how much he wanted it. His friends need him and he'd never forgive himself even if he was to miraculously escape. Tala raised his head to gaze Boris in the face. Just as that point his emotions of hate, disgust, terror, pain became all too much and he couldn't hold it any longer. Tears tore down his cheeks, over his swollen jaws and fell, tapping the floor as they broke.
"You monster" Tala whispered, his disgust ridden body shuddered. Boris simply carried on smirking.
"You should know better than to show weakness Tala, crying is frowned upon, you should know that." Grinning. Taunting him.
"SHUT UP!" Tala yelled even though his tears were choking him he snarled with sheer hate.
Disliking Talas lack of fear Boris stopped smirking. Boris was used to kids at the abbey crippling with fear with his very presence. The large brute took the red head teen by the throat lifting him from the ground. Tala un-phased didn't care. It was like a part of him cracked; the part that says "you're in trouble so do something about it!". The drive that all humans have, like if you were standing on train tracks and you see a train coming, the kind of instinct that tells you get out of the way. Tala's self preservation drive, the drive to defend himself, to flee was nonexistent. He crashed Tala against the wall between Brian and Ian "rooms". He pulled him towards him then smashed the red head's back against the wall causing him to yelp.
"Go for it Boris! Do your worst! What more could you possibly do to me?!!" Tala yelled within inches of Boris's nose.
"You robbed me of my childhood!"
"Oh you'll see Tala, You'll see" Boris now raving mad. He held Tala with one hand round his neck and the other took Tala's waist. Boris turned and wrestled him to the table. The subordinate thugs thought now were the time to assist.
"One of you get Dr Grimegkov, one stay here and buckle his legs"
Tala lay limp he knew there was no point trying to fight him off. Over the years he had learnt that physically he was no match for Boris. He learnt from a VERY young age that Boris was superior in strength and was repeatedly reminded of it. Tala stared unblinking at the ceiling, straight lipped, eyes lost in emotional defeat. Boris strapped him down at his torso as a guard did the same with his legs.
"You'll see what I can do to you Tala, you just sit back and watch me" Boris sniggered into his toys left ear. Tala thought a reaction is what Boris wants. "I'm not going to give you the satisfaction Boris. Go to Hell". The white coated doctor with wriggly pony tailed black hair burst through the door with the large goon beside him.
"This one too Boss?" asked the doctor. A needle sucked up the contents of a tiny glass bottle in his wiry hands.
"Yes. Give him a higher dose than the others" he sneered
"But sir that's a bit dangerous and…"he mumbled
"I don't care. Do it" he cackled.
Tala didn't even flinch as the long sharp needle was stabbed into his neck and the venom injected. Silently Tala continued to stare at the ceiling remembering his friends and the points of his life he could label as Happy.
Flashback
"Hey Tala. What do you want on your pizza?" Bellowed Spencer up the stairway to a half naked Tala wearing just a white towel around his waist.
"Pepperoni! And mushrooms!" he bellowed back.
"What about Bryan?"
"Whaaah?"
"I said WHAT DOES BRYAN WANT?!!!!" trying to over shout loud music.
Tala banged furiously on Ian's door, one hand clutching the slipping wet towel.
"Turn it fricken down will you!"
The obnoxious heavy rock music halted instantly.
"BRYAN! What do you want on your pizza?"
"I'm having a curry"
"NO Bryan we're ordering from the same place. I'm not having you, nicking our pizza when your curry doesn't arrive on time like always."
"Fine Bossy I'll have ham and pineapple"
"Ian?"
"What?"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
"No Tala. What do you want?"
Gritting his teeth and a thick vein popping on his forehead he asked again.
"Ian, What do you want from the pizza guy?" Gritted Tala
"ohhh right Ill have mmmmm… hmmmmmmmm………."
"What does he want Tala?" bellowed Spencer again, obviously getting impatient.
"What do you want Ian?" Tala's patience running thin.
"UUUUMMMMMM…"
"Ian. What do you want for the last time" Eye twitching now.
"UUUMMMMM… ….." hummed the dumb struck Ian
"Fuck Ya I'm deciding" Tala said twirling around.
"He's having a meat feast" Tala shouted.
"I don't want a meat feast… um Ill have sweet corn and tuna"
"Too late. Already ordered it!" he pouted.
With that Ian decided it would be a smart idea to grab the towel from Tala's waist. Like any typical guy, his first reaction was to cover his manhood. Tala screamed and squealed in embarrassment. Ian proceeded to whip his team leaders bare butt cheeks repeatedly with it. Tala's face instantly went red and turned his body so his fleshy crown jewels were guarded. The towel was wet and wet towel travelling at high speed at soft flesh left all 4 of Tala's cheeks bright pink.
"You bastard!"
Tala shot to his bedroom and immediately threw on a pair of grey joggers and a black tank top and burst straight back out again. (yes he did forget to put on underwear)
"Where is he?!!!" Tala growled wildly to nobody in particular.
"Where is the cunt?!!" Tala went from bedroom to bedroom opening wardrobe doors, under beds, behind doorways and furiously kicked piles of high clothing destined for the laundry basket. 10 minutes passed. Nowhere to be found up here. Tala practically flew down the stair case.
"Now Bryan and Spencer… where is he? I know you're hiding him, I'm not going to hurt him…" The last statement he said as sweet and sincerely as possible whilst cracking his knuckles.
"…MUCH!!"
"Now Tala you know he has ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder)" added Bryan
"I know Bryan… I know… he'll have fat lip disorder too and broken legs syndrome as well and if you want; YOU can even give him CPR when I'm done with him too." Spat Tala sarcastically
"SMASH!!" A glass smashed in the kitchen.
"Sooooo you've been in the kitchen all along eh Ian"
Tala stalked into the kitchen, knelt down and pulled each cupboard door open, barely missing his knees as they swung outwards. Last one over there. Bingo!
"AAAAAAHHHHH" Screamed Ian. He scream high pitched like a little girl.
Ripping him from his hiding place amongst frying pans and mixing bowls, Tala grasped Ian by the scruff of his shirt and held his face close. Fury in his crystal blue eyes.
Ian gulped deeply and made an "eeeeep" sound. His body language said "I'm in so much trouble, BE GENTLE".
"PIZZA'S HERE!"
Bryan paid the delivery boy and took the pile of cheezy takeaway to Tala for him to dish out. Tala released Ian roughly but smirked at the same time which made Ian rather uneasy to say the least. Tala never drops anything, not like that. What's running through his mind?
Tala flipped the box open and pleasantly handed the ham and pineapple to Bryan, next the cheese and tomato to Spencer. His was beneath that and carefully placed it on a side board. He opened the 4th box.
"Oh look Ian…it's your meat feast" he cried enthusiastically
He turned the box around so that Ian could see it.
"You want it Ian?"
A stunned silence hung in the air. Spencer and Bryan looked at each other nervously.
"UUMMmmm…" pondered Ian feeling much like a rabbit in headlights.
"You want it don't you Ian?"
"……………….."
Tala's eyes were menacing, creepy like.
"UMM yeah"
"HAVE IT THEN!" rapidly Tala squelched the fatty takeaway into Ian face. You could hear Ian gasping for air beneath the layers of cheese and chunks of sausage and beef.
Ian stood stunned, hands by his side, face dribbling in pizza topping and grease, a round piece of meat stuck to his forehead and a slab of yellow mozzarella stuck to his cheek.
Tala proudly waltzed out of the kitchen with his pizza in hand and nestled down with it in front of the Saturday night TV. Spencer and Bryan just gawked at Ian's face and burst out laughing uncontrollably. Ian took in a deep breath and scooped up 2 handfuls of the mush that used to be his pizza from the kitchen floorboards.
He entered the living room, aimed, and fired.
"Splat" the back of Tala's head took on the brunt of the missile. Tomato puree sprayed everywhere on impact. The red head stayed still momentarily taking in what had just happened and felt the back of his newly washed hair.
"Oh shit!!!" Ian thought.
Tala grabbed a chunk of his own pizza and threw a missile of his own hitting Ian down his favourite shirt. Yellows, reds and pepperoni circles now decorated it. Tala threw another and another, Ian too slow to defend himself was blinded by chunks of pig meat. Wiping his eyes and clutching his sides the oblivious Spencer entered the room straight into the path of flying pizza. Bryan just as stupid entered the messy battle too.
The living room became a war zone, missiles of pizza topping flew, bombs of fatty food splat down walls leaving grease stains on the wall paper. The boys quickly learned that pizza flew quite well in balls and the cheese acted well as glue. Carpet became littered with various lumps of meat or other topping, most of which were trodden into the carpet. Pizza covered the TV, photos that hung from the walls, furniture, and coffee table weren't spared. Carefree, the Blitzkrieg boys had the messiest, nastiest, greasiest fight of their lives. The fight ended and the boys were coated from head to toe in Pizza juice.
"You're tidying up Ian" smiled Tala as he left the room to have yet another shower.
End of flashback
Boris watched with lust as the drug made Talas head spin and grogginess engulfed him. Tala's world went black after time passed. His face painted with wet tear marks and an expression of disgust. Disgust in himself.
The doctor checked his pulse. Satisfied it was normal he wheeled the table and his patient out and down the hall to be cleaned and "new clothes" fitted. Boris watched in satisfaction as his favourite toy was broken so quickly. To him Tala was and always will be. A play thing. Unlike Kai. Now he was something else, a weapon.
Boris peered into Kai's room. "Excellent he's waking"
Kais body shuffled and arms flexed under his straight jacket like a pupae trying to hatch from its cocoon. He lay on his side in a Z shape, legs together and head bowed in. Boris watched on intrigued. He always loved seeing people vulnerable, made him feel superior, he longed for power and at Biovolt he sure had it.
Kais twitching soon turned to full scale movement. Kai lifted his head and with a lot of effort and tipping over he made it to his knees. A great feat really considering he had a straight jacket on. Kai shuffled over to a wall to help him stand and used his legs to push himself up. He was too unsteady and fell over his own feet trying to walk. Crashing to his knees once more. His eyes couldn't be seen beneath the layers of drooping two tone hair. Kai stayed put resting on his knees, his feet beneath him and head bowed over downwards like a slave would to a king.
"Hmm gave up this easily. Not like you Kai"
The doctor could be heard from the other side of the double doors, with his back he burst through and wheeled Tala in behind him. Tala had been washed, his head bandaged and body had been tucked inside a fresh straight jacket. Boris cradled Tala in his arms like a child, took him inside his new room then dumped him. He literally threw Tala to the ground, didn't wanna play with his toy right now. Anyone would be grateful Tala wasn't awake for that. But right now Kai awake, a much more interesting gadget.
"Dr, unlock the door" The doctor did as he was told and held the door open. Kai stayed put, his head still bowed over, his hair darkly draping forward.
"Aren't you going to check on him? Do your doctor thing?" asked Boris expectantly.
"Erm *cough* I… I.. I yes. I had better". He was plainly scared. He had seen others come round from this drug, confused, dizzy, and sedate but others come round violent and full of rage. From what the doctor had seen earlier he didn't particularly want to find out how Kai would turn out. He had learned that this was the same blader that destroyed half the Abby with a single beyblade in seconds' years ago. He shuffled nervously. Boris sneered and rolled his eyes.
"Fine, don't bother." he grunted. Boris knelt close to Kai in the door way.
"Kai? Welcome back" he sneered.
Kai lifted his head slightly enough for his eyes to be seen glaring at the man before him through the parting of slate grey hair. The doctor jumped back but Boris just returned the stare.
"And how do we feel?"
Kai didn't even say a word, didn't even blink.
The doctor had picked up Kais report card and began scribbling.
"I need to take his pulse"
"Well do it then" exclaimed Boris
The doctor gulped then gingerly stepped around Boris and knelt beside Kai. Taking a deep breath he placed 2 fingers just below Kai jaw line where he started to take Kais pulse whilst counting and timed with his watch. Again Kai remained statuesque. His pupils remained transfixed at Boris.
"Can you understand me Kai?" questioned Boris
Kai remained silent as the grave. Emotionless at every angle.
Boris straightened up. "Is he fit for training?"
"Physically he seems fine, all vitals are normal…just he doesn't appear coherent" replied the mad scientist.
"Get the jacket off of him then get him up." ordered Boris
The guards began unbuckling Kai's chest and still Kai remained calm and controlled. He never took his gaze from Boris's, this left him a little on edge. He glared back just as evilly but Kai had a deep flare of chaos in those amethyst eyes, destructive like a bomb ready for the moment to detonate.
They forced Kai to his feet. His thin white t-shirt clung close to his well toned torso and white shorts clung close too. Kai didn't seem to care how cold it was without the warmth of the jacket, or how trapped he was in such a tiny space with 2 guards, a doctor that struck fear into him hours before and Boris watching his every move. He simply stared at his commander like a demented soldier waiting for orders.
"Follow me Kai, you three stay close behind him." Boris began walking away towards the double doors. Kai followed much to the goggle wearing maniac's satisfaction. Everything about Kai was cold and chilling; he was pale as a ghost, dressed in white, soft feet padded down the damp corridors, lilac glassy eyes shone in the very little light that cut through the darkness of the hallways. His slate hair still draped over his face and head still bowed slightly like a beaten rottweiler that still followed its master.
They reached a large set of brown doors that creaked as Boris pushed them open.
Kai followed him in. As Boris stopped; so did Kai. The two toned blader now stood behind Boris and glared into his back.
"Kai. Do you know what this is?"
"Beydish" Kai murmered colder than ever before. His tongue frostier than his stare.
"What was that? Beydish… It's a Beydish SIR!" Boris growled and whirled round.
"It's a beydish Sir" Kai repeated with ice daggers in his eyes.
"Now launch this beyblade into that dish on my command" with that Boris pulled out a standard Biovolt beyblade with launcher and placed them roughly into Kais hands.
Kai immediately readied himself; legs spread apart, arms out and Beyblade ready for launch.
"Let it rip" ordered Boris.
Kai immediately did what was ordered. The beyblade spun with perfect control, spin, speed, angle. His attention now entirely on the beyblade.
"Perfect Kai, well done. We'll see how you do with an old friend now shall we?"
"Black Dranzer, remember him?" Boris hissed.
Boris pulled the black and dark green beyblade from an inside pocket of his jacket and placed it into Kais right palm.
Kai glared at it intensely.
"Black Dranzer?"
Black Dranzer glowed brightly to his master. The blades weight, temperature, size and appearance so dangerously familiar. The reunition of blade and skin repeatedly sent flickering memories though his distant mind.
Flashback
Young Kai stretched up to grasp the Beyblade that had called to him the day he first set eyes on it. He would lie with eyes shut and see its perfect spin dancing around in his mind. He had to have it. Perfection.
"At last!"
"Let it Rip!" he whispered in the dark.
"CRASH, BANG, ZIP, ZZZZZSCRASH, BOOM, CRACK!"
"Arrhhhhh" Little Kai screamed. The apocalyptic blade flashed.
The blade couldn't be stopped, it was so powerful, beyond control.
Out of control. Black Dranzer destroyed everything in its path. Half the Abbey to be exact. Shot through walls as if they were made of butter, melted the metal doors, plastic, glass disintegrated. The mess hall was left in shatters, corridors caved in, foundations gave way. Air became thick blinding dust. Suffocating. Noise, deafening, so loud, screaming littered the dormitories as the savage beyblade ripped through them and anybody inside. Darkness.
End of Flashback
Kais jaw dropped and eyes stared wide open in horror as he let the beyblade slip from his fingers. His hands cooled back to ice once more. His eyes were pained with the evil memory of that day. Never had he had a vision so detailed before. The screams, the cries, all his fault. The black and toxic green beyblade dropped and rolled to Boris's feet almost as if it had a mind of its own. That bitbeast did have a mind of its own and chaos ruled it. Boris looked at it then looked at Kai. Kai was lost in his own dimension of thought and memories.
Flashback
"I can't believe I came that close, I need to put things right. That day on the Lake, I almost drowned. I betrayed the people who saved me. My friends. I understand now"
End of flashback
Flashback
"Use Black Dranzer and we can rule the world together Kai" said Voltaire. Black Dranzer chorused with him and glowed unearthly in his palm. I took the blade and betrayed him. For my friends.
End of flashback
Flashback
"NO, I vow never to use it again". Kai locked the Beyblade away into his pocket next to Dranzer. You maybe a part of me Black Dranzer but you will never be in control… ever again!"
End of flashback
"Whats this Kai. You refusing to blade?" Boris was NOT best pleased.
Kai looked away from Boris and stared at the bare floor in front of him. The black tiles smothered in dirt showed no reflection apart from the odd spot of red paint, or was it.
"Kai. Take Black Dranzer and launch it!!" Boris growled loudly, echoing repeatedly down the complex tunnels and rat holes.
"No…my friends" Kai muttered lowering his head further like a dog that knows he's done a bad thing. Silently he waited for the storm that was coming his way.
Boris snapped at the doctor whom was shuffling nervously by the shadow covered brown wooden doors.
"You said the drug makes them emotionless puppets, that it had worked, perfected you said!! Look at him. Refusing orders!!!"
The doctor began to sweat and backed to the door itself. His white coat rubbing against it.
"He may just need a higher dose Boris, he's probably resisting the drug." he quickly quivered.
Boris wasn't taking any of this. He stomped over to stone cold Kai. Kai didn't even flinch. What would be the point? Boris took him by the scruff of his t-shirt and shook him violently.
"Do what I say now Kai!!!"
"No… never again" he stiffly murmured whilst still looking at the empty floor.
Boris lost all patience and punched Kai in the left cheek. Then square in the stomach with all the force he could administer. The strike caused Kai to wretch for his breath back then slumped to the icy plane below him, dropping to the concrete like a bruised sack, his knees crashed like heavy stones. Boris took Kai by the ankle and began dragging him across the frozen lake of black tile. Boris had the strength of a bull and resistance was painfully pointless. The doctor sped out of the way sharply and followed Boris back to the "Observation rooms". Kai didn't even try to writhe free. Freedom was something so distant, so far away from grasp. He couldn't feel anything. Emotions were frosted over, nothing inside beat or kicked anymore. No hope, no control.
His soft back ripped and caught in upturned jiggered pieces of tile and brick depending on the corridor they were passing through. His mucky white shirt had rolled up to his neck leaving his bare back to suffer the floor and stomach to shiver in the arctic air. Corridors, tunnels, large doorways passed and moments later they arrived back at the "Observation rooms".
Kai was swung up to the restraints table like a slab of meat. The listless carcass of a champion. The bluenette did all his instincts would allow him to, gaze at the ceiling.
"Let's try 10mls then shall we Kai. Maybe then you'll be of some use" Boris sneered as another familiar pain stabbed Kais plush neck. The needle burying deep and blue liquid invaded his veins and bodily tubes. Again moments of paralytic silence passed until the ceiling of white tiles darkened in shade, then turn into a grey and spots of dust began to whirl. Kais eyes rolled into the back of his head. Darkness engulfed.
"This drug had better work Doctor" snorted Boris.
"Yes of course it will Boss. This higher dose is enough for a fully grown man. I've never seen anyone show any such resistance to the drug."
Boris watched with atonement at Kais unconscious body. Glaring at him up and down.
"Erm Boris, I think there is something you may want to see"
Boris peeled away from Kai with slow interest.
"The Blitzkrieg boy Bryan…he's…awake"
Bryan stared emptily from his "cell". No aggression, sorrow, hate, love, feeling, just hollow eyes portrayed the nothingness of his heart.
Boris smiled manically.
"Brian never failed to disappoint"