RTC: Hey guys, I realized that the last chapter was really, really, really short, and I'm sorry. Unfortunately, this chapter is just as bad, because I don't have as much time to write these days. I think we're about half way through this fic, so I won't have as many short chapters when the action picks up. I'll spare you the rambling today, so let's go straight to the disclaimer.

Kai: Ray-Tiger-Cat does not own Beyblade, because if she did, we'd have to buys a team of doctors and a hospital for our personal use.

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More Surprises

Alex eventually recovered from his injury completely. The tournament was to begin the following day and the team was nervous or excited. Alex and Scott were the nervous ones of course, the others had no idea how bad their situation was right now, and they probably never would understand Voltaire's wrath.

"So, are you all ready for tomorrow?" Stanley asked.

"As ready as we'll ever be," Alex replied, trying to hide his fear. He was the team captain and that meant he couldn't show his fear and frighten his team mates.

"Okay, that's what I like to hear. Now the tournament is set up elimination matches. First we have to make it through the pliminaries and then the organisers divide all the remaining teams into four groups-A, B, C and D. The winners of block A and B will face off as will the winners from C and D. The winners of those matches will go on to fight for the gold. Any questions?"

"Yeah, how many bladers per team and how do we pick who fights whom?" Dy asked.

"The number on a team can bee up to 5, like you guys and Alex here will decide who to send out to fight."

"I see, so the choice is mine?" Alex asked.

"Yes, I know it's a lot of responsibility, but I think you can handle it," Stanley replied.

As the tournament got underway, strange things started to happen to the people on Alex's team. Scott was shoved down the stairs by someone he didn't see, and ended up with a sprained ankle, Josh was nearly hit by a car and the worst thing came when no one expected it.

It was late at night, but Alex was still awake. He was quite suspicious of everyone and everything and had a hard time sleeping lately. He pretty much had come to the conclusion that his dad was behind the attacks on his team mates, but obviously, he had no proof. Everyone higher up thought they were just accidents. That night there was a very loud scream that came from the room next door. Alex, instantly alert, ran out into the hall. He figured that it was Dy who had screamed, it had sounded like him anyway and besides, he was pretty sure that it came from his room. Alex watched as two cloaked figures ran out of Dy's room and down a flight of stairs.

"Dy?" Alex called softly, hoping that Dy was okay and that there weren't anymore thugs hiding out in the room. Alex gasped. Dy was lying on his side, and there was blood pouring out a wound in his stomach. "Hey, wake up!" Alex yelled, but to no avail, Dylan was out cold. Alex decided the best course of action was to bandage up the wound and then call for help, so he quickly found some things to do that. When he went closer and started the job, he gasped. "You're….."

RTC: Well, once again, I'm sorry for the length, I'm really trying to get the chapters longer and that's really not working too well. I didn't want to reveal what's up with Dy so soon, but I ran out of ideas and decided I might as well. Just please review, becasue I get the feeling not too many people are reading this, and I have half a mind to put it on hold or delete it altogether.