HEYA guys and girls!!!! OMG im muchhhh happier with this chapter in comparison to the last one. I know you guys (mainly Ms Controversy) can't wait for the next chapters and stuff, I really do need to get a move on:) but good things come to those who wait ;)
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The rickety tour bus creaked and swayed as the onslaught of harsh gusts attacked its left flank. Piloted by a grumpy Russian tour operator, its windows were scratched and dirty, its cheap layers of paint had chipped off many years earlier; so much as the bus's name and logo were barely visible. The decrepit rust bucket would have failed an MOT test long ago, had its long bearded owner hadn't been so cheap to service it.
The defective doors swung open with a piercing screech and the attacking winds rattled them further. Only inches below the dirty slush covered step of the bus lay fresh thick snow, a white blanket of pure beauty and feet below it was the World famous lake Baikal. Lake Baikal wasn't a lake at all in Winter. She was nothing short of a desolate wasteland of arctic tundra. Her Siberian breath was like a continuous whip, viciously slashing at warm faces and frost biting anything with a pulse. Tourists were warned never to visit in winter and even local Russians steered clear. Wildlife was scarce and most roads were barely accessible. There was no smell of life in the air, just hollow whispers of the late morning wind. The silvery sky was dull; feeble light couldn't penetrate darkly daunting clouds and a snowstorm was well on its way.
Tyson's black and blue Velcro trainers sank with a soft crunch into the snow. Instantly the pits his feet created concaved and his feet were soon covered in a thin layer of white. The shoes water-proof ability would be pushed to the test in this unforgiving environment as would his body and mind. The night before hadn't treated him kindly and neither had the long winded trip from Japan to Russia. Kai had been on his mind the whole time, the questions and the fears circled round and round. He felt tired but determined to get what he came for.
He took a long hard look at the formidable wilderness belittling him. Only yards away the giant pine trees hushed and bent stiffly under the cracking force of Siberia's mighty gusts. The only green around was the bushy tops of the sweeping conifers and beneath them huddling; battered remnants of the summers last flowers.
Tyson's main feelings right now was regret. Regret with the fact he didn't listen to the Chief when he told him to wear extra layers. The cold nipped at his groin area and thighs especially, making them sore when ever he moved. The icy air stung his eyelids causing him to squint and his handsome face to crease. He blindly trudged through the snow so fast he found himself marching alone, despite his friends cries for him to wait up. Having been only off the bus for a few seconds his only drive now was to scan around for any signs of life, however dangerous the company. Minutes later the bey-champ stopped at a wide clearing. To one side of him was trees, another was a view of snow covered vastness as far as the eye could see, another was more trees and behind him collected his team mates.
His light blue knee-length coat, branded with a large black and white BBA logo on the back, flapped helplessly in the wind. It was his only real protection and he was greatly thankful for it. His dark blue bangs and long hair danced around wildly, he made sure to securely fasten his cap so as not to lose it with the next strong gale. Although he'd done a good job; it was fastened so tightly to his head; a headache wouldn't have been surprising.
His deep brown eyes fought the elements and his heart begged for a glimpse of Kai. He stared far out into the distance with dread knotting as each second flew past.
From behind him, Hilary's coated arm reached up to the young Grangers' right shoulder. Her lilac gloved hand gripped him gently. Her brown hair and BBA coat swayed and whipped just as wildly as his did.
"They'll be here Tyson, don't worry." She said firmly with an uncertain smile.
"This was a mistake!" cried Rick. Tyson spun around with sharp eyes.
Ray retorted. "What do you mean? What better choice did we have?"
"We're now stuck in the middle of no-where, with no shelter and no guarantee that bastard Boris is gunna show his face." Said Rick complete with a PPB Allstarz bomber jacket and black gloves.
"I'm kinda with Rick on this one." Groaned Daichi as he sniffed up a falling drop from his nose.
"He'll show alright." cracked Max with a low tone.
"We've got a pretty good idea of how Boris works now and his audacity never ceases to amaze." rehearsed Kenny; complete with a furry Russian hat and BBA coat.
"Audassa-what?? What you chatting about Chief" Sniffed Daichi.
A large sweat drop developed on the stumpy brunettes head. "Never mind, and here's a tissue!"
Emily's gloved fingers pushed aside her sleeve to expose her hard-earned, feminine Rolex watch.
"It's just hit 12 o clock now guys."
"Keep ya eyes peeled, any…time… now" said Mariah, Clothed in a white BBA coat. The White tigers never needed heavily padded coats in China and never thought to produce some, thus spare BBA ones were put to good use.
Lee's eyes turned cat like. "Hey wait! What's that sound?!"
"What sound?" cried Max and Daichi in unison. The group was now on high alert.
"I can hear it Lee." said Ray.
"Me to…" affirmed the pinkette.
"I can't hear anything?" perked Hilary.
Daichi sniffled. "Me neither, I wanna hear it too!"
"Hey wait its getting louder." announced Emily with an element of panic in her voice.
Lee shouted with a pointed finger. "Over there! Look over there!!"
Hilary stammered, "Is…is that a blimp?"
"No that's something else." Mariah replied with a concerned tone.
"Biovolt doesn't drive cars like everybody else, they have one of those." Ray snarled.
Fast approaching was a relic army vehicle. About the size of a large truck, twin turbo helicopter blades span atop each end of the metal canister and along the bulk of it, were half a dozen small box shaped windows. The giant dark grey carrier had wheels underneath and a blacked out cockpit.
"Guys what…what is that?" Said Hilary, she was clearly flustered with the lack of answers.
"That looks similar to the CH-47 Chinook cargo aircraft; created by the US military in the 1960's. But what is it doing in Russia?" blurted the ginger know-it-all.
"It doesn't matter what its doing here, what matters is who's on it." warned Kenny.
Ray turned tiger like. "Its Biovolt's alright."
Hilary felt like violently shaking the answers out of him. "What! How do you know that Ray?" She screeched.
"Yeah! What makes you so sure" grilled Daichi with furrowed red eye brows and a moronic pout.
"Because we've encountered it before." informed Max. His face was stern and very unfriendly.
Kenny adjusted his hat slightly."Yeah I remember, when we were making our way to Biovolt stadium. Your grandpa was driving the bus until they showed up and nearly smashed through the roof. We were lucky the bus didn't crash on its side or worse, the petrol tank could have exploded."
Tyson proceeded "They challenged us to a match and then…"
"They took Draciel away from me, for the first time in my life." Max glanced away with angry blue eyes and his gloved fists tightly curled.
"But you got him back though didn't you Max." gruffed Rick with a smirk, showing a little more care than usual.
"No. Tyson, got him back."
Max and Tyson locked eyes for a moment and passed short smiles of courage.
The aircraft was rapidly nearing and the un-weathered Biovolt emblem became very clear. Any talk between the groups was drowned out by the wafting noises of the spinning motor blades. Mariah and Lee stood either side of Ray. Next to Lee was Rick and beside him were Max and Emily. By the far left was Tyson, coupled with Daichi next to Mariah. Hilary and Kenny took a back seat and quickly configured Dizzi. The air was filled with waft after waft of aircraft blades spinning; Russian wind whispering, worried teens formatted in a line, coats flailing, hair fluttering, eyes burning, teeth grinding, fingers curling, fists tight.
At long last, the flying prison landed only a little distance away with a mighty thud and the rotating blades slowly ceased spinning. The brood of bladers hearts pumped so hard and so fast, the fear that hit their bones was shattering but determined and strong; they waited… for him.
A door hatch opened from the rear and out from it strode…
"Boris!" Tyson growled venomously with acid on his tongue and venom in his teeth.
Yellow, blue, green and deep brown eyes watched his every step. One… two…three steps crunching the snow. His long black trench coat flailed violently, his goggles shimmered above an ugly crooked nose and his greasy purple hair was slicked back.
"Boris!" The adrenaline fuelled beybladers growled and fists curled ready for a fight.
"We'll hello boys and girls how long has it been now? How I've missed you all. Mwwaahhaaaaaahhhhaaaaa" Cackled Boris sadistically.
"Too soon Boris, too soon" cursed Ray with white tiger teeth exposing themselves sharply.
"Tell us what do you want creep?" spat Rick.
"Boris!" Tyson regained his stance and his eyes light up with roaring anger, anger not often seen in him.
Mariah cried "Boris!! You snake. What are you up to this time?"
"What have you done with Kai and the others?" demanded the blonde American.
Daichi growled. "Yeah where is Kai? We wanna see him!"
"Oh you want to see Kai." Boris sneered in reply.
"We'll first show me your blades… You show me your beyblades and I'll show you Kai." His face crinkled with delight. Such power, enjoyment flushed throughout his body.
The group of hesitant teens slowly, begrudgingly scooped their beyblades from the warmth of their holders or pockets and grimaced as they held them out for the crook to see. They exchanged snarling glances and nodded reassurances amongst themselves.
"Very good. Now I'll hold up my part of the bargain. Boys, I have someone who'd like to see you!!"
From the darkness of the carrier, the great Kai. His royal blue and slate coloured hair was dry, dull and his face was a ghostly white. Kai's face paint was blotchy, smudged and in some places rubbed off completely. His amethyst orbs, once so defiant, strong and fiery were now dim coals without any hope or life.
With a barbarous grin, Boris held out an arm and directed him where to stand with no words, but a gesture and a finger. Following the dual toned bluenette, came the blue eyed red-head then Bryan, after him was Spencer and lastly; Ian.
The Blitzkrieg boys and the phoenix master were dressed in black laced up army boots, dark grey baggy cargo pants, plain black t-shirt and a black military style jacket made out of old cotton, complete with Biovolt's emblem on their padded shoulders. Their eyes were hollow through and through, deep rigid bags of fatigue hung below their sockets. The boys' skin was pale, dry and lips were cracked. The life and strength they once possessed was now sedated, numbed under thick icy serum which coursed like a viper within their veins. Their frozen hands hung limply at their stiff and bruised sides. Un-able to cry, yell, scream the boys felt all the drug allowed them to… Nothing at all.
Teenage jaws dropped. Hearts broke and tears nearly fell. Mariah and Hilary's hands cupped their mouths, Max's anger diminished as his blue eyes drowned in disbelief. Tyson's stance became weak and his eyebrows creased. Disgusted.
"Kai are you ok?" called Max
"Kai!! Tala!! Guys! Talk to us!"
"What's wrong with them?"
"What's the matter with you guys!"
"Kai!!! Dude are you ok?"
"Guys were here to help you!"
"Heya Tala , Bryan, Spencer snap out of it!"
"Kai don't ignore me!"
"Kai!"
Max turned to the female American. "What's wrong with them Emily? They were like this in the video tape"
"I don't know, it's like they've been brainwashed or something" she replied with a deep frown.
"They are the perfect Bey-soldiers aren't they?"
"What did you just say?" Shot Tyson.
"Bey-soldiers. It's what they have been trained to be. Their whole childhoods were spent perfecting their beyblade skills to be the best in the world, all for one purpose. To be used as and when Biovolt see fit."
Max snapped. "You talk a lot of trash. Kai would never allow himself to be used in that way. "
"Oh but he did… He willingly betrayed you all, 5 years ago he returned to Biovolt without much hesitation and this time was no different." The hellish man retorted.
Ray yelled "Grrr. That's enough Boris. We've had it with your games. We've done what you asked and now we want Kai back"
"Kai… Look at me!" Tyson begged. Kai's eyes dilated no differently, Tyson's words bounced off of him like they didn't even exist.
"Kai please! Why won't you look at me"
"I don't think he can hear us Tyson" Jutted Daichi, scowling.
"What have you done to them Boris!!" Roared the Japanese bluenette. A distinct fury returning.
"I haven't done anything to them. Tyson, Tyson Tyson, You just need to understand that Kai is a part of Biovolt now, he does as I tell him..."
Boris then strode menacingly over to Kais empty side. He takes a cruel paw and cups Kais chin in his grubby paws and pulls their faces in close.
"…Don't you Kai"
Tyson gasped. Everyone held their breath. Rays mind raced. "What's wrong with you Kai, push him away, do something! don't just stand there!!"
Tyson exploded. "LET HIM GO!"
"Oh Kai's not going anywhere… and neither are you" The monster taunted with a glint in his eye.
"Wha what do you mean!" stuttered Daichi.
"I'm going to take all of your sacred bitbeasts away from you. You walked straight into my trap. None of you are getting away this time."
"Oh is that right?" snapped Rick in a gruff voice.
"Yeah and how are you gunna manage that" jeered Mariah.
"I'm not going to be doing anything… Kai is…"
"Kai?" choked Tyson.
"Yes young Kai and the Blitzkrieg boys… Ready your launchers!" He glanced proudly over his brood of soldiers. Trained to his standards of perfection and every string under his control. His instruction was heeded and carried out immediately. His stupefied puppets loaded their cold beyblades and aimed. Their launchers resembled guns, aimed at a line of targets. Targets dressed in BBA coats.
"Err Ray do you think we've bitten off more than we can chew here." exclaimed Lee with worried cat features.
Ray replied with angst in his voice. "There's nothing we can do now."
"This is crazy, we've come here to rescue these guys and now they're aiming their beyblades at us." muttered Emily.
"Our only option now is to fight them, there's no turning back!" Yelled Rick for all to hear.
"They've been brainwashed somehow, they don't know what they're doing. We can do this!" gritted Max with determination. "Were not leaving without Kai and we'll do what we have to."
"I don't wanna battle Kai like this." murmured Tyson as he lowered his eyes.
"Ok then Tyson, just hand Dragoon over to Boris right now and go home." Sparked Daichi with angry eyes, he wasn't happy with Tyson's sudden apathy.
"So this whole little plan of yours Boris was to lure us all the way out here to battle. Is that it and then steal our bitbeasts." Called Lee.
"You kids are clever aren't you." Boris patronized.
"But I'm afraid time is running out and I don't have all day… so let's get this thing underway shall we…
…Ian you will attack Max and the ginger girl on the right" Barked the cloaked fugitive.
"My name is Emily York and you can think again about taking my Trygator."
"We'll see about that girly" he smirked cruelly.
Max glared intensely and gripped his heavily armoured beyblade tightly.
"I'm not losing you again Draciel, Boris has got another thought coming!"
"Spencer! You will take down the Rock Bison bitbeast and the one named Galeon"
Rick snorted. "Ha I'd like to see you try. Your whale bitbeast maybe big and powerful but my Rock Bison will drown you like a fish outta water, you hear me!"
Spencer turned his head slowly to peer at his opponents. His blank Caucasian face expressed no joy or fear or any emotion for that matter.
"Looks like were partners on this one, we will NEED to work together" Lees yellow cat eyes were contracted and ready for battle, he gave Rick a stern gaze.
"Yeah looks like it, this won't take long though, just stay outta my way and I'll have his whale stranded before dinnertime."
"Bryan… your match will be quite nostalgic. You will be up against Ray and his girlfriend there. Remember your match with Ray of the White Tigers?" Bryan expressed nothing, no answer, no shame, no guilt. Grey hollow eyes stared at the neko-jin.
"Can't remember?... What about you Ray? Surely you can remember. Or so they say you can't remember much after a coma." Boris's vampire teeth glinted yellow.
Ray growled furiously, his pure white cat fangs shimmered in a clean comparison to Boris's.
"Yeah I remember." He glared arrows at Boris. In his village back home, people like Boris weren't tolerated, they were exiled or executed. He knew which option he'd pick.
Mariah stepped in close to Ray. "No Ray don't lose your cool, he just messing with your emotions."
"Listen Mariah, You stay out of the way. I don't want you getting hurt. Knowing Boris, he'd make Bryan attack you to aggravate me and…"
"Enough!, I'm here to battle beside you, got it!" the pinkette scolded. Assurance glowed in her round golden eyes.
"Tala, Tala I think Ill give you Daichi to battle with. This little runt shouldn't give you too much trouble."
"LITTLE RUNT!! Who do you think you're talking to Boris, nut job psycho who thinks he's a prop from the Matrix, why wait till I get my hands on YOU!!!" Daichi's fists and legs were kicking the air like the monkey boy he was so often called.
"Daichi chill, he's only rattling ya, keep focused" Tyson warned in a low tone, his heart thudding; only one opponent left for him.
"Fine! Bring what ever you got Boris because Strata Dragoon is goin no where. Tala you'd better snap outta this quick or your gunna find yourself losing to ME!" Daichi cockily swiped his nose with his thumb then readied his blade.
"Lastly but by no means least Kai your opponent will be no other than the world champion himself. This is the match you've always waited for Kai. A chance to take the crown of World Champion. The pure perfection that you are deserves the title more than anyone." Boasted Boris. Proud of his hard work no matter how dreadful.
Tyson urged, his hands not quite sure what to do with themselves. "Kai dude, you don't have to do this. Whatever has happened to you or what ever Boris has said, we can work this out. It doesn't have to be this way!"
"Oh dear, listen to the World Champion practically begging you to come to him, how pathetic. Do you really fear Kai this much?"
"It's not fear, its honour and dignity. When you and I battle Kai, it's like nothing else on Earth, like the planets and the stars themselves stop spinning. When we battle, nothing else matters, it's just us, our beyblades and the stadium. No fans, no titles, no cheesy cup prizes and no paparazzi photo shoots. We lose ourselves in the game because we love the sport and the thrill of beyblading is what we live for."
"Aww how touching. Tell me, will you love beyblading as much when you lose Dragoon?" pried Boris with a cackle.
"Dragoon is my partner and I'd be nothing without him, still he's not going anywhere with you. Kai you wouldn't do this to me, would you? You have the spirit of a true beyblader… you couldn't."
"I think Kai would beg to differ." Boris placed a heavy, rough hand on Kais left shoulder and squeezed briefly.
"That blade… it's…" Tyson's auburn eyes caught the green and black blade poised and ready in its trigger.
"I was wondering when you were going to notice. Kai's quite fond of this beyblade and the bitbeast within it."
"It's… Black Dranzer!!… no! But Kai… Kai you swore you would…would never use it again" Tyson fell to his knees and his body lumped into the biting snow. "Butt Kai, you're better than this" He punched the ground hard with his right fist.
"I've had enough waiting around, its time to beyblade!" Ordered Boris Balkov.
"BOYS 3!…" The gunslinger shooters clicked and locked in place as they were cocked for launch. Kai, Tala, Bryan, Spencer and Ian remained mindless zombies, capable of following their commanders orders but not reason them. Their eyes were like black holes with no end, their skin was frozen to the touch and pale like the white of winters fall.
"2!"
"Tyson you need to pull yourself together." Yelled Kenny from behind Tyson's crippled form.
"Tyson, I know its gunna be tough but you can get through this!" Hilary held her determined gloved hands together like she was praying.
"Basically we need to defeat those guys to save them!" Called Kenny, his arms becoming frantic and Boris's countdown was nearly up.
"1!"
"Just think about it. If we defeat Kai and the Blitzkrieg boys, Boris will have nothing to defend himself with. He'll be out here on his own with no backup." Hilary's eyes begged him to rise.
"Really Chief?" Tyson peered slowly round with crystalline drops forming in his eyes, ready to tip.
"Sure Tyson, Now get up and show him what you got!"
"LET… IT… RIP!"
So what do you guys think? oooo the next chappys are gunna be intense.
The next chapters are going to be slightly different in comparison to how I've always done it. Like mini chapters based around the individual matches of Ian Vs Max and Emily, Bryan Vs Ray and Mariah ect until we get to dunuuuhhhh Kai Vs Tyson arc. Orrr if you don't like the idea of that then tell me in a review and I can do it differently depending on what you guys vote.
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