First things first, I want to say a HUGE sorry for the delay in updating. It pains me to say it but what happened was Chapter Nine got deleted when my computer crashed along with some other files :( Thankfully no other chapters of Breaking the Ice except for a few new new drafts I was working on but that's fine. I was so upset and lost the will to write but I knew I couldn't let you guys down! So I had to re write everything which took FOREVER because it had so much in the chapter, I spent hours editing it. I tried my best to make it like it used to be so please tell me what you think! I PROMISE I will NOT leave this story incomplete, I have backed up all remaining chapters on 2 different USB's as a safe method to avoid something like this happening again. I promise Chapter Ten won't take this long to upload! Thank you so much for your patience and support! Your reviews kept me going!
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Wow okay, so after 7 sleepless nights, I hope you all enjoy this SUPER LONG chapter nine and review at the end! I promise Chapter Ten will NOT take a week to update. Maybe even 2 or 3 days ;) depends! I hope the wait was worth it and here is chapter nine!
Chapter Nine
My heart was beating at an incredible pace. How I was able to keep calm and collected posture, I had no idea. My hands were folded neatly on my lap as I looked down at the desk surface blankly. Across me, stood the tall masked man with his back towards me and hands folded behind.
"Are you aware that I had specifically ordered you to stand down whenever a punishment was in place?" his calm voice questioned.
I blinked. "Hai."
"If that is truly your answer then answer me this, why did you defy me?" his voice deepened a level, increasing its harshness.
I had the words in my throat but I felt as if I would choke if I tried to talk. That was how much I feared this man right now. At any point he may choose to turn off the nice act and start yelling in a fit of rage.
"I...I...They..."
"Speak up."
I took a deep breath, rounding up all my confidence.
"Because you were in the wrong!" I burst out, aware I had his full attention because he turned around with a raised eyebrow.
"You were about to put your elite team into jeopardy by punishing Tala. With such a punishment, he would never succeed in controlling Wolborg and neither would he be in a fit state to battle as you wish him to!" I retorted, leaning slightly out of my seat.
I froze, slowly curling back down in my seat after my burst of energy and confidence. I sighed quietly, avoiding his gaze.
"Hmm... All right."
Nani? What? That seemed a little too easy. I jerked my head up in surprise. Boris lifted a hand to his chin and a small smirk grew on his face.
"Very well Juliette, you speak a valid point. I guess I must thank you for saving my team from losing the tournament" he darkly chuckled.
I didn't believe his tone for a single second. As relieved as I was, it didn't help the sick feeling that was bugging me in the pit of my stomach. I merely nodded. He gestured me to leave but before I could get up, I had a question.
"Does this...Does this mean all punishments are to be stopped for them?" I glanced up from the pink bangs of my hair.
He laughed a bitter cackle. I felt myself shrinking in my spot and flinching away from him with a wince. I should have known better.
"Oh my dear, punishments will never be stopped. I admit, I will have them face less severe penalties but it is their own fault if they land themselves in the dungeon. We expect a certain standard from our top students, you should know that very well" he eyed me closely then with a smirk and I felt a darkness fall over me.
Of course I would know, after all, I have been treating their injuries which said it all. I had guessed as much. "I shall take your leave" I bowed my head down and got up, walking out the room in complete silence.
It hadn't gone too bad; he hadn't raised his voice at the least. I sighed, closing my eyes before heading to my dorm. Feeling a little hungry I had grabbed some dinner and ate silently in my room as I read a book I had brought with me which was pointless because I couldn't bring myself to actually read it. It was then I realised I yet to call otou-san since that dreadful day with the package. Reaching for my cell, I noticed there had been 3 missed calls all from him. I wondered if okaa-san had reached home yet, if she had, what was happening there? Had otou-san really agreed to allow her return after her sudden decision to leave? Frantically, I dialed the number and waited for him to pick up.
After a few tense rings, he answered.
"So you finally decide to call me, Juliette."
I swallowed, tightening my hold on my cell. He was angry. I could just tell. My throat went dry and I found myself struggling to speak.
"Stop that mumbling Juliette and speak!" he ordered with a raised voice.
"G-Gomenasai! I...I j-just called regarding the p-package..." I stammered out. Even with the distance between us, I still managed to fear his rage.
There was complete silence, for a moment I thought he hung up but then his voice replied. "What about it?" he grimly questioned.
I bit my bottom lip. "It has been delivered safely to Boris-sama..."
"Good."
Judging by the tone of his voice, it seemed this piece of information wasn't new to him. He already knew Boris had the parcel, whatever it was. I hesitated before racking up the courage to ask the next question.
"Otou-san? What did the package...contain?"
I heard silence and then suddenly the snapping of plastic making me jump.
"That isn't any of your concern, you focus on your duty, do you understand?" his voice was in that tone again.
"Hai."
I remembered to ask him about okaa-san, feeling a little brighter.
"I had received a letter from okaa-san, it stated she was heading back home. Is she there?" I curiously expanded my hearing range in case she was somewhere in the background near otou-san. But there was only silence.
"She is" he blandly replied.
I didn't know whether I wanted to speak to her but it felt as if I was throwing away a golden opportunity if I didn't. As angry as I was at her, I had to know her reason for not contacting me at all during the past 6 years. Had she even thought about me for a single second in the time she had gone?
"Can I speak to her?" I quietly mumbled, hesitating for a second.
Pause.
"She is unable to talk right now."
I felt my insides freeze. Unable to talk? Either she was occupied with busy work or she hadn't wished to speak to me. After all, if she had wanted to speak to me then she would have called right away. I wanted to believe the first option more than the second. There was a sudden rush of disappointment and my face fell.
"Oh."
"I have a meeting to attend. If you have nothing of importance to say then I shall hang up."
I winced. "I-Iya. Sayonara..."
Click.
I slowly slid down the handset from my ear and placed the cell by my pillow. For a few lingering seconds I stared straight ahead of me, grasping the situation. I huddled up, curling my arms around my knees and kept my chin balanced on top. It was there I drowned myself in my thoughts about my family. About everything. The only thing that made sense at all was making sure I helped these boys as much as I could. It was there I curled up on my bed, and was consumed by darkness.
My room was flooded with darkness the next morning. It seemed the weather took a different path and the sky was slowly covering the earth skies with thick dark clouds. Thank heavens it wasn't snowing a blizzard.
I began my work at the infirmary. 3 students had been admitted there after exhaustion and soreness from the morning drills. It wasn't too bad for the first 2 students, after 20 minutes they left after I made them eat some breakfast. However, the same couldn't be said for the third, he seemed to have gained 3 whip lashes. I avoided using bandages, since my shipment hadn't arrived yet and was due tomorrow. There was only a few left and they would likely be needed for worse situations later today though I hoped I wouldn't come across any. I grabbed some antiseptic and cotton wool and some healing cream. I still had a box back in my room somewhere so that was all right. The guy seemed a little older than me, very tall and very bulky. Kind of like Spencer but he seemed to have a rough appearance. His hair was a mix of red and black that spiked up with a white bandana tied around his forehead. He had a tanned complexion and a golden hoop piercing on his right ear cartilage. His first lash was on his right arm, as I began cleaning that I noticed he was watching me ponderously.
"I see why the others seem to be so fond of you" his rugged voice spoke.
I paused, glancing to look at him with a curious expression. His face seemed amused.
"Not that it's bad, about time we had a proper doctor treating us" he winced at the last word as I dabbed at a tender spot. I immediately apologized.
"No sweat. I'm Astor, I'd shake your hand but I don't think I have the energy" he weakly chuckled.
I smiled. "It's all right. Boris has really tightened on training hasn't he?"
It had been painfully the truth. Though the other students weren't participating in the world championships, I was told that training becomes very stressful around the time where the Russian tournament was going to take place. Boris increased their hours and intensity of their training. I worried what would become of them all in the next few weeks.
"Yeah. Most of us get through it. Boris is really taking it all the way this year though" he grumbled, wincing as I dabbed at his next wound.
"What's special about this year?" I asked with curiosity.
"Some big plan he hatched with the Demolition Boys, any one of us can tell what with their training being harsher than ever. My guess, he's working with Voltaire on something and Tala, Bryan, Ian and Spencer have something to do with it."
I froze. A big plan? "What sort of plan?"
Astor sighed, frowning as he stretched out his legs. "Taking over the world, having ultimate power. This tournament is no small thing for them."
So that's what this abbey was trying to achieve? Taking over the world? I failed to understand how they were able to do that with a beyblade tournament. Astor must have read my mind somehow because a dark expression appeared on his face.
"I don't know any of the details, but I do know, it involves using bit-beasts."
I forced myself not to gasp but my eyes widened as the words left his mouth. Reeling back, thoughts flashed through my mind. Chaos. Destruction. Domination, with Boris in the center of it all. And my father was helping him achieve this alongside Voltaire...
"Listen doll, don't get yourself involved into that muddle. Just do your job and keep yourself at distance from Bryan, Tala, Ian and Spencer, even Boris. My senses tell me that this will be a bad year for us all if we aint careful" Astor claimed, focusing on me intently.
Keep away? The thought itself was impossible because I was already involved. My father was involved so that dragged me in too. I vowed to change the abbey's methods. I'm sorry Astor, but I will have to disobey your advice. One thought ticked my mind.
"The Demolition Boys don't have to obey Boris do they? Whatever they are being told to do, can they not choose to decline it?" I sat myself down on the bed beside him, finishing his last wound.
He shrugged. "Maybe Boris has some kind of leverage over them."
That was believable. I didn't have to work here for years to know Boris would have some way to keep people in line. If he did have leverage over the boys, then maybe I could find out and somehow break his control over them. Over everyone.
'That is a dangerous plan Juliette. Heed Astor's words and keep away. You will only achieve in getting hurt.'
I couldn't digest Artemis' words, because all that was in my mind right now was what the big plan could be.
"Don't over think, your too innocent to get trapped into all this. You shouldn't even be here" he shook his head at me with an amused expression.
I looked away. I had been told that so many times. But like I told Tala, it wasn't my choice. That didn't stop the forlorn look I gave him that probably made him feel bad.
"I don't mean it in a harsh way, it's just reality" he assured me quickly.
"It's fine, I know what you meant. It just feels like my duty to do something about it," I stood up, crossing my arms over and facing my back to Astor.
As much as anyone tried to stop me, they wouldn't because I was determined to stop them from taking over the world, whatever their plan was then I would find a way to stop it. The Demolition Boys were the key, which I knew. If there was anywhere to start then it would be there. I ruled out Tala. In this situation, there was no way he would talk to me without wanting to hurt me. I didn't hold a strong bond with Spencer either. That left Ian and Bryan. I preferred Bryan, it seemed he was the one that had warmed up to me the most. Feeling a grade happier I twirled around and smiled at Astor, who now held a suspicious look on his face.
"You really shouldn't get involved. Oh well, it's your call doll, I'm out," he jumped off the bed and left the infirmary without a second glance.
At 11am, I was left alone for a while. There had been an audience called by Boris and all the students were to attend. He specifically ordered me to stay out and pass the time entertaining myself. He hadn't said it cruelly of course but I knew he didn't want me involved with his students no more than usual.
I was sat on the edge my bed in darkness with just my candle providing the only source of light in the room. I was gazing down at the piece of paper with the neat handwriting printed on it. The very strokes of ink that my okaa-san's hands created. With a defeated sigh, I pulled out my phone and dialed the number before shakily holding it to my ear to listen to the tense rings.
"Hello?" A female voice picked up.
My heart immediately skipped a beat and I caught my breath, clutching my phone tightly.
"O-O-Okaa-san?"
I hadn't heard her voice in years; I had forgotten what it sounded like.
"I'm sorry? Are you looking for someone?"
I froze. The tone of voice suddenly changed, revealing a thick British accent. One I didn't recognize. Probably one of otou-san's colleague's.
"T-This is Juliette," I finally stammered out. "I was hoping if I could talk to my mother if she is there."
There seemed to be a slight murmur on the other end then the British voice returned.
"I'm sorry Juliette, your mother can't talk to you right now."
My heart sunk, feeling like it had just been shredded. Every hope, that I had of her being too busy to talk, vanquished as soon as the words left that woman's mouth. Okaa-san hadn't wanted to contact me; over the 6 years she had gone she simply erased the fact that I was her daughter. Feeling my vision blur and tears well up, my mouth was open slightly while I turned numb. My hand holding the phone slid down my face slowly, before I completely dropped it to the ground. She really didn't care anymore... I sat there motionless, ignoring the mutter of questions that flooded from my phone due to me being inactive. I tasted salty tears on my inner lip as they continuously slid down like raindrops. She lied. I doubted she was even proud of me.
After half an hour of sitting as still as a statue and shedding tears, I wiped my damp cheeks and stood up feeling a little dizzy. My instincts wanted to tear up the letter but I didn't feel that I had enough will power to do so. Instead, I folded it and slipped it into the small pocket of my waistcoat. Boris must have finished talking to them by now which meant training has resumed. I grabbed my briefcase and aimlessly began wondering out in the tunnels towards the infirmary, my mind still stuck on the phone call I had received.
There was an intense training programme taking place with the Level 5 group, deciding that it would probably need the most help I joined the room and sat myself down on the sideline bench, watching the impulsive methods of training in action. Instead of opponents being dragged away if they lost, the plate they stood on at the dish had a trap door that opened, throwing them down into endless darkness. It was brutal. I sat there, blankly staring at the hard working trainee's but not paying attention. Why wouldn't she speak to me? Was she waiting till I came home? But that didn't make sense, her letter made out that she wanted to speak to me soon and she knew she could call me. Not only had otou-san said that she was unable to talk to me yet but the woman from earlier too. That said something...
I hadn't noticed that a student collapsed after receiving a hit to his leg. I jumped up, ignoring Boris' words to tend to them after their training. His battle was over anyway. I helped him up while he limped over to the bench, holding me for support. He sat down, squeezing his eyes shut tight, holding in the pain. I knelt down and analysed his leg and noticed the long bloody lash just above his ankle. I pulled out some antiseptic and cotton wool and began wiping away the blood in silence. I was sure okaa-san didn't care for me like she had said, just like otou-san. Her quality of life must have been terrible so she decided to use me as a means to come back. Otou-san agreed so easily that it seemed unreal. He always told me I wouldn't need her whenever I felt upset and asked where she was. After a while, I gave up on the thought of her coming back at all...
"Uh, Juliette? I think my leg has had enough antiseptic, its going everywhere."
I jerked my head up and snapped out of my thoughts. I was so wrapped up in them that I hadn't realised I was wiping at his skin that had been unaffected.
"O-Oh, Gomen! I...wasn't really paying attention" I bit my bottom lip, feeling embarrassed.
"Don't worry" he assured me, covering his leg before standing up and limping back over to battle.
I watched him go, feeling a sickness in the pit of my stomach. For the remainder of the session, I sat on the bench staring into space, lost in thought, tending to injuries that came by one by one. I was asked if I was feeling okay quite a few times, I assured them I was perfectly fine, though only physically, however I didn't tell them that.
The hours passed, with the evening coming round the corner. I sat myself down at the infirmary, feeling a little down under the weather. It was funny how the weather itself suited my mood. Strangely, despite the dark clouds it hadn't rained, yet. I was thankful it wasn't freezing cold like usual. The infirmary was quiet leaving me to think in peace. I knew I'd have to speak to Bryan or Ian later today if they weren't busy with training. That too, without getting myself caught on CCTV. I swallowed at the thought of getting caught by Boris. I was pretty sure the Demolition Boys rooms were camera free like my own which lifted a few weights off my shoulders.
I pulled out the folded letter from the pocket of my waistcoat, smoothing out the crumples and taking a good look at it. I felt heaviness on my heart when I read every word. Every lie. I could feel tears pricking my eyes and one managed to fall down, sliding down my cheek. Too caught up in my thoughts again, I didn't notice the infirmary door open and a figure walk in. For a moment, I sat in silence before I turned my head and jumped out of my seat, hiding the letter behind me and roughly wiping the watery cheek.
"T-Tala!" my shaking voice managed to call out.
He looked directly at me with his aqua blue eyes, captivating me. I saw them flicker to my hands that were folded behind my back and knew at once he had witnessed what just happened. I cleared my throat quietly before sliding the letter stealthily onto my desk under my notebook. When I turned my full attention to him I immediately regretted it. I felt the harsh pain that jabbed me in the heart from our last meeting. His words echoed in my head and I knew this feeling was evident on my face. I looked away from his illuminate gaze.
"H-How can I help?"
"Spencer has a migraine," his ruthless voice quickly stated in a monotone.
So he had come here on Spencer's behalf, I admired that. Understanding what he was asking, I gave a slight nod and turned around towards the cabinet. I took out an oxycontin tablet and closed the cabinet door before walking towards the red head. He held out his hand and I dropped it onto his palm without having any skin contact. I avoided his eyes, keeping my head down and turned around before walking slowly to my desk. I didn't hear any movement so it meant he still hadn't left.
"You misunderstood what I said yesterday," his voice exclaimed.
In shock, I swerved around to look at him in awe, my mouth slightly open. His eyes, held the same coldness as they always did but...there was something else there too. I misunderstood? What did he mean by that?
His eyes shifted away, closing as he turned his head to the side. "I don't need you saving me," he paused, turning to leave but not before finishing his sentence, "but sometimes I really do want to end it all."
My eyes widened. Did I really misunderstand what he was trying to imply yesterday? Was he at war with himself so bad that he considers suicide? I felt myself clutching my hands at my chest, watching him leave the room. He really was a tormented soul and as much as he doesn't want my help, I would have to help him somehow. Biting my lower lip, I turned back to my desk, picking up the folded letter. I would have to put aside my personal thoughts about my family right now; finding out about Boris' big plan was my priority.
'This is dangerous Juliette, please do not engage in this act.'
'I must. Forgive me Artemis.'
I ignored her words. I would have to find Bryan presumably. One way or another, I would find a stop to Boris' plan.
The weather decided to change paths and finally release its downpour of rain along with lightning and thunder. I hadn't seen any of the Demolition Boys since I was in the infirmary with Tala but I hoped to find Bryan later on. In the tunnels, near the Level 3 training room, I was still deep in thought about what Boris was planning with otou-sanand Voltaire and just how they would achieve world domination. It didn't occur to me that I would bump into anyone in the tunnels.
"Itai...Gomen!" I jumped up after bumping my head against a tall body. I bowed immediately before looking up to moonstones and stood in surprise. "B-Bryan!"
His moonstones looked bemused then the end of his lip turned up into a small smirk. "Growing a habit, aren't you?"
Feeling my cheeks redden with embarrassment, I looked away. "A-Ano...I...I-"
"Relax kiddo," he ruffled the top of my head, an action that was now also becoming a habit.
I realised he had called me 'kid' or 'kiddo' very often which must have meant he was older than me but seeing as he was a student, I doubted he was over a year or so older than myself. Looking up again, I smiled weakly.
"How are you? Is training going okay? Has Boris punished you or the others severely? How are Spencer and Ian? And Tala?" I rushed out the questions without taking a second breath making Bryan's eyes widen.
"Too many questions kid. But yes, we're all fine. You worry too much," he frowned.
I guess I did but I couldn't help it. Boris held leverage over them and was planning something that included the Demolition Boys. Which reminded me...
"Bryan I-"
"There you are Bryan. We need to go," a rough voice entered from the shadows. I watched as Ian entered, flickering his eyes from me to Bryan as if he were reading our minds.
Bryan turned to his comrade, giving a nod of agreement. I slumped my shoulders down feeling disappointed. It wouldn't matter, I'd find him later hopefully and in the common room where it was least likely to have camera's or so I hoped seeing as I didn't have any in my dorm. Bidding the two boys goodbye, I resumed my walk through the tunnels. It was then I heard the commotion coming from the solid door of the Level 3 training room. A constant cheering and loud voices radiating from the other side. Out of sheer curiosity, I drawed myself near the source of the sound, turning the door handle and bringing myself to go in. I held in a gasp at the sight before me. It seemed there was a very intense bey battle going on in the group, of high importance as well seeing as Boris was sighted at the balcony above the room, watching with a smirk on his too proud face. I wonder who it was. I circled the room to see the dark haired opponent with a cocky grin on his face. Most of the crowd seemed to be cheering him on. I had to make my way in through the horde of boys to get to have a look at the other opponent. The boys seemed to have made a gap as I walked through. The gasp I held in, was released on seeing the shade of caramel hair and golden amber eyes.
"Juan?"
Juan's face was etched with anxiety and fear, as if the battle was the decider of his life or death. Swallowing, I turned my head to the large bey dish arena to see a dusky blue blade violently attack a fragile orange one. I assumed the orange belonged to Juan. Wincing, I looked up at Juan who was looking as if he were already defeated.
"Come on Juan!"
There was a voice I recognized I jolted my head, scanning the crowd to spot dark hair and replica of amber eyes belonging to Cole. It seemed he had taken the time to leave whatever he had been doing to watch his brother battle. A sense of admiration washed through me. It was then; Juan seemed to have noticed my presence. Our eyes met and I read the horror that hid behind his eyes, pleading.
Giving a slight confident nod I called out, "You can do it Juan!"
Juan seemed thunderstruck at my sudden words of encouragement. He nervously looked back the dish seeing his blade getting thrashed once again. He had the power! A bitter chuckle escaped the dark haired opponent making me turn my head to look at the boy in disgrace. He was taunting Juan, anyone could tell.
'Juan is at great risk. His blade is completely unstable with no sense of power or direction.'
I felt my insides freeze. My protective feeling over Juan seemed stronger than ever, I wished he would find his confidence so he could win.
"Juliette? You're here?" Cole appeared beside me, looking a little taken aback.
I nodded dimly. "Does Juan usually battle like this?"
"No. Juan rarely battles and that was the sole purpose why Boris had him fight today" Cole frowned, shifting his eyes to the purple haired man above us.
Both of our eyes turned to see Juan stumble in his pose, a pained expression on his face. I clenched my fist.
"Juan!" I cried out, catching his attention.
"You can do it Juan, I know you can!" I encouraged.
Something changed in the young boy's eyes then, a flicker of something difference. Whatever it had been had given him the incentive to strengthen his confidence because he immediately straightened up, planted a serious expression on his face and looked at his opponent who smirked back.
"You're finished Juan" he sneered, charging forth with his blade.
"You won't win Pavlo!" a confident voice roared out in response.
Silence pierced the room. Not even the sound of a breath was heard but only the sounds of the beyblades in the dish. Everyone's attention was stolen away by Juan's sudden burst of vocal confidence. Cole had become a statue, looking like he had just swallowed an iceberg. I too felt a great amount of astonishment as I looked upon Juan's face that was now half growling at the one called Pavlo who now was also looking astounded. Juan's sudden 'confidence' was quite the revelation; I hadn't expected him to had bottled up that much. Now everyone watched the caramel haired boy with close eyes.
"I have had enough of being weak! It's time to attack!" With that, he thrust his hand forwards, motioning an attack gesture.
"What?! Oh no!"
Pavlo swallowed, as we watched the orange blade resist the attacks of Pavlo's blade and now fought back with a new strength. Within seconds, the dusky blue blade flew out the dish violently, flying past an inch away from Pavlo's face and landing at his feet in 2 pieces. There was a long pause before cheers broke out.
"All right! You did it Juan! You did it!" Cole bolted towards his brother, embracing him proudly.
"Nice one Juan!"
"You shredded him!"
Not everyone seemed completely ecstatic with this outcome but that had been expected. I felt a smile break out on my lips, feeling a wave of happiness for him. The room fell into silence once more as footsteps entered the room and a thundering clapping was echoing into our ears. I swerved my head to see the dreading ruby eyes of the mask on the pale paper white skin belonging to Boris. I felt a sudden urge to leave the room.
Boris stepped in, a smug smile on his face as he eyed the two boys.
"My my, wasn't that a turn of events? I was sure that little Juan had no chance of survival" he lowly exclaimed, sneaking a glance at me to which I immediately flinched.
I noticed Juan had shrunk back a little, seeing the man. I wouldn't blame him; even I myself had found a certain uncomfortable feeling around him. We all watched the purple haired man, awaiting his dictation. His face turned to glance at Pavlo who looked like he had just been thrown a load of weights on his shoulders. The fear on his face was enough for me to know that I would be treating him later or in the morning.
"I'm disappointed in you Pavlo..." Boris' dark voice echoed.
We all watched in painstaking horror as the guards approached, grasping on each of Pavlo's arms.
"No! No stop! I can do better! Let me go!"
I cowered my face away, closing my eyes tight not being able to bear his cries for help knowing I could not do anything in my power other than hope that he doesn't receive a severe punishment. The boy struggled to break free and eventually gave up knowing he hadn't the strength and it would get him nowhere. He was taken through the dark tunnels, away from our view. The smile on Boris' face said it all. He was enjoying their suffering. He turned on his feet, exiting the room with a slight hand gesture to announce our dismissal. Everyone dispersed leaving Cole, Juan and a few others. I ran up to him at once.
"I knew you could do it! I'm so proud of you little brother" Cole grinned, nuzzling a fist into Juan's head playfully. I admired their sibling bond.
"Quite right, I am also proud of you Juan, you managed to find your inner poise and fought your battle with your heart's content" I smiled.
Juan beamed. "I couldn't have done it without you Juliette."
I must have looked surprised because Cole chuckled. "Oh no, I did nothing. This was all you Juan" I assured nervously.
Cole snorted. "Yeah right. Stop being so modest, I know for a fact my little brother wouldn't be in this position today if it weren't for you. It was you that gave him enough encouragement to break out of his shell. Arigato Juliette, we owe you one."
I shook my head, feeling their gratitude warm me inside. "Yada. You owe me nothing; I was simply being a friend, just as you are to me."
We exchanged soft smiles and nods of heads before motioning to leave for bed.
"I will see you all tomorrow" I nodded before turning to leave for the tunnels behind me.
I was filled with happiness, forgetting all about okaa-san and her letter, about Boris, about the abbey and about the plan. Juan's victory today was enough to have me glowing for days. It was an achievement worth being proud of. Today had turned out better than I hoped for. I had spoken too soon...
2 arms grabbed my arms, slamming me violently against the cold stones of the abbey wall. Before I could yelp out in pain, one arm tightly curled over my mouth, obstructing the action. Pain coursed through my body as he moved his free arm to my chest, pinning me to the wall with a small breathing space between us. I gasped inwardly, coming across the familiar sea blue eyes, my insides in turmoil.
"Now now, we don't want to attract any unwanted attention do we?" he breathed into my face to which I flinched.
My cries were muffled and I felt myself being weak at his grasp. I was too weak, I couldn't fight him off. I was too weak to face anyone... His grip tightened and I felt as if my lips were going to bruise badly after this.
"I said keep quiet, and no one gets hurt" he hissed.
In fear, I did as he asked, quietly whimpering under his touch. His face neared my own to which I turned my head as much as I could to the side.
"Does it hurt? You haven't the faintest of what real suffering feels like. I really thought we shared something...special" he half smirked, growling at my face.
I prayed, for someone to come by and save me from a fate worse than death. There was hatred, anger and pure rage running through his sea blue eyes and I was sure it was of our last encounter. "There's no one here to save you this time, I have you all to myself," his voice was like that of a python, hissing and hypnotizing as he neared my face.
In a second, a hand lashed out in front of my face, hitting Demetri square in the jaw. The loud crack that was heard made it evident that it would bruise badly. Thunderstruck, I turned to see the swish colours of violet and indigo. Keiji stood there; fist reached out from his attack and now looked over Demetri who was sprawled across the floor, a hand rubbing at his jaw. I swallowed, eyes widening at the sight before me. Never had I seen such anger and bitterness in Keiji's eyes. They darkened his beautified face making him look the total opposite than he usually looked. I took an uneasy step away to the side. A bitter chuckle escaped Demetri's lips catching our attention.
"Well Keiji, this is a surprise" he smirked, standing up whilst brushing off his clothes and returned to rubbing his jaw.
"If you dare approach Juliette or harass her again, I swear to god Demetri, I'll make sure you get sent to the pit and endure hell so that you never come back," the violet haired boy snarled with venom.
I flinched back, feeling ice cold. Even the day we both first met, though it didn't go down too well, he hadn't been as cold and brutal like this. It was like I was seeing a new side to Keiji. Demetri seemed to have realised this because he chuckled.
"Now look what you have done, showing Juliette your true colours. Of course, we both know you aren't as innocent as you look, right Keiji?"
Keiji seemed to grind his teeth together but now with a slightly alarmed expression on his face from Demetri's words. What did he mean by that?
"What are you doing?"
We all jerked our heads back to see two more figures approach. A short ruby eyed Ian and the tall stocky Spencer. Their eyes flickered between the 3 of us, watching the bruise form on Demetri's jaw then back at Keiji who was still shaking slightly from anger and myself, possibly looking as scared as a mouse. Ian seemed to have sussed it out first because his eyes darkened at Demetri at once.
"Go to your room Demetri. I don't want to have to report this to Boris" his threatening voice quietly stated.
Demetri looked like he wanted to argue back but stayed put, glaring. His eyes shifted to me making me feel uneasy before he turned around and walked off into the darkness. I glanced back at the 3 remaining figures feeling a wave of gratitude for them.
"Are you all right?" Keiji turned towards me, seeming like he had reduced his anger a level and now concern was etched on his face.
Nodding I replied, "Hai. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come at the time you did. Arigato."
He seemed to hesitate, perhaps nervous of what I thought from his sudden cold behaviour. Personally, I didn't know what to think, but I did know one thing. I still trusted him.
"You should also get going. Loitering is frowned upon after training hours" Ian assured, stepping in.
We agreed, turning to leave, as I headed to my dorm alone still shaken from the event that just took place.
'Juliette, are you all right?'
'I'm fine Artemis, really.'
'Please avoid walking alone through the dark tunnels. I worry for you.'
'I will try. Do not worry.'
It was past 11pm when I sat up in bed. The vicious thunderstorm outside wasn't helping and I recalled in having to speak to Bryan. I doubted I would have the time to speak to him about the big plan since tournaments were nearing fast. He must have finished training by now.
'Juliette, please. Do not get involved. You may not like what you find and if you are caught, you are putting yourself at risk.'
I tried blocking out her words, which I knew were right. But I had no choice! I couldn't let this plan take place and I had to find out how to stop it. I felt guilty in ignoring Artemis but it was called for. Lightning flashed ravenously outside and thunder roared. I flinched. I hoped it would wash away the snow but knowing Russia, it would snow a blizzard again sooner or later. I slipped on my pumps, before sticking my head out my door to check the passage camera. Good. It was facing the other way; if I was quick enough I could make it to the center out of its view. Taking a deep breath, I speedily ran across the floor and stood flat against the wall with the camera above me. As it turned again, I bolted through the darkness to the stairs leading to a higher floor. I managed to make my way through unnoticed, or so I hoped. By the time I made it to the Demolition Boys common room, I was panting out of breath.
The room was dark with 1 of the 4 bedroom doors ajar. Were they still out at training? I bit my bottom lip. If they were, maybe I could wait? I first approached the open door, seeing it as my safest bet. The room itself revealed empty with a made bed. Thunder roared again making me jump and wince inwardly. I already knew which door led to Tala's room which was one I'd have to avoid. I took the next door down, knocking lightly.
No answer.
Then, the sound of a door opening with a creak made me jump as on the exact moment lightning and thunder struck together making me yelp. I bit my tongue, holding in the sound as I watched the 4th door open and a large figure walked into the common room.
"You? What are you doing here?" His eyes narrowed.
I shivered before bowing. "Gomen! I didn't mean to disturb you. I was just looking for Bryan, or Ian" I quickly replied, looking up to see Spencer raise an eyebrow.
"They're not here. Boris has them under an upgrade programme so they won't be back till late. What do you want?" His rough rugged voice questioned sternly.
I looked down, feeling disappointed. At this rate, I'd never be able to talk to either of them and Spencer and I weren't even on the strongest of bonds. I shook my head, weakly smiling. "It's nothing of importance. I'll see you tomorrow," I nodded, turning to leave. I heard the sound of his door close shut as I heaved a sigh.
So Bryan and Ian were busy so that meant Tala was here? Maybe I could ask him to elaborate on what he was trying to say earlier in the infirmary. I hadn't seen him for the remainder of the day. The sharp sound of thunder made me jolt. I took a hesitant step forward, nearing his bedroom door. There seemed to be a deep threatening silence on the other side. If he was asleep, he really won't be happy on seeing me there. The only logical situation would be to leave. However, it seemed my conscience forbade me from following my brain's orders. Shaking slightly, I reached for the handle, curling my fingers around the cool metal before applying pressure and opening the door slowly. It made a low creak but not one that it could attract Spencer back into the scene. While stepping inside darkness, I scanned the vicinity, taking note of the window that revealed the vicious storm outside. I always gasped when I spotted the curled up shadow figure on the bed I laid in not too long ago.
"T-Tala?"
Thunder and lightning cracked outside making me shut my eyes and jolt back. I also noticed Tala had flinched, his arms circled around his legs that had been folded up to his chest. His head was bent down, hidden by his arms. I didn't know what to think, too astounded at the sight before me. Was...Was Tala afraid of thunderstorms? It was too unbelievable. His head jerked up, icy blue eyes narrowing but I could sense all his defenses were broken down. I stepped inside, closing the door completely. Thunder cracked and I caught his eyes close and he looked away. It was true...
"Get out."
I froze at his weak bitter voice that sounded muffled as he covered himself away. I didn't move. I couldn't leave him in this state! Looking at the rain pouring down the window, I linked my hands together at my abdomen before slowly walking forwards.
"You know...I used to be afraid of thunderstorms too," I quietly began, flickering my eyes to him that remained silent. He seemed completely fragile that if I touched him, he would break into a thousand ice shards.
I neared his bed, taking a seat on the edge, feeling the silky softness of his sheets that I had been enclosed in not long ago.
"I'm not afraid" he hissed back from under his arms.
I smiled weakly, turning my head once more to the windows. "Of course."
There was silence with only the sounds of nature outside. It seemed he didn't want to talk but that was understandable. With a light sigh, I turned to face him. It was unreal that the most heartless blader at the abbey was redeemed to this state in thunderstorms. I always had thought he was invincible and wasn't afraid of anything. It seemed I was proved wrong.
"I...I know you don't trust me Tala, and you probably never will," I winced before continuing. "That's all right; after everything everyone in this abbey has been through, you have every right distrust me. I cannot prove to you of my innocence but maybe, sometime we would be able to stand in each other's presence with different intentions."
I looked up to see he hadn't moved nor told me to leave or be quiet. I took this as encouragement.
"My mother...used to sing to me when it rained. I would lay my head on her lap and she would sing and I would forget about the rain and the storms. She would tell me stories about them instead and one day, I learned to forget my phobia of them" I smiled as I stared at the ceiling recollecting the memory.
Tala shifted slightly but didn't look up, but I heard him grunt quietly.
"I...I'll leave you. Gomen, if I was vexing you" I apologized, shifting to stand up from the bed. Then I received my next shock.
"Stay."
My eyes were wide open that I was sure they were the size of mother earth itself. I failed to breathe for just a brief moment before I recollected and jerked my head round at him to see his face in view but turned to the side, avoiding my eyes that questioned. Did he really just... It was too much to handle right now. My body had a mind of its own, sitting back down in my position, facing him. Lightning and thunder cracked again making him wince. At that moment I got up and began scanning the room and searching with my hands. He had to have one.
"What are you doing?" his voice held a touch of bitterness, quite strong and demanding.
"Finding something to help you" I replied back whilst searching through his cupboards.
"Leave my things alone" he threatened, I froze. Then I beamed, finding the glint of the plastic while lightning flashed. Jumping towards it, I grabbed the headphone and turned around to face him. He was glaring at me now and it made me wonder if he regretted in telling me to stay.
I blinked at him, keeping my face blank and expression free. His eyes shifted to the item in my hand and his red eyebrow rose a little. I edged back to the bed, sitting down as his eyes followed me. I hesitantly reached over, holding the headphone and slid it across his covers. He blinked at the object, narrowing his eyes but then shut them as thunder roared from outside.
"They will block out most of the noise. Wear them" I urged, recoiling my hand back.
His eyes that were always cold and uncaring somehow changed a flicker of gratitude maybe or perhaps I was wishing too hard on things to be different. For me, this seemed like a dream right now. After a few silent seconds, he reached and grabbed the headphone that I guessed he used as a transmission piece to talk to Boris during training. He slid it on over his ears, trapping his strand of red hair on the right ear-piece. On instinct I reached over, freezing when our fingers touched. My skin rebounded against his as we both were caught in a blazing battle between emerald and aqua blue. I felt goose bumps rise but it didn't stop me from continuing. I lifted the ear piece, releasing the strand of red with Tala's eyes narrowed and following as I did so. I returned my hands back into my lap as I watched his face calm and he exhaled, perhaps feeling a little relieved. As lightning and thunder struck again, he didn't seem to be phased by it and instead leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. I watched him from the corner of my eye. Tala was so different in this situation, it was like I didn't need to fear him as much as I used to but something tells me I should still be careful seeing as this isn't the first time I was wrong. I decided to bring up our previous conversation.
"What...did you mean, earlier?" I shakily spoke aloud.
He didn't reply nor opened his eyes, I was beginning to wonder if he could hear me, I did raise my voice a little more and I was only a few inches away from him.
"Forget what I said."
I glanced up, bewildered. "I cannot."
His eyes shot open and I felt as if I spoke out of line. My heart began hammering against my ribcage as I saw the bitter expression deep within his eyes.
"Is it something you think about often?" I questioned, implying when he mentioned suicide.
He caught on and frowned, still not looking at me. He sighed quietly and I got my answer. I clutched my hands tightly.
"You shouldn't. Your life at the moment perhaps isn't the best but who you are Tala, that's what matters. When I first saw you in the pillar room that night, my first impression was you was someone that seemed like a troubled soul," his eyes flickered to me suddenly that I felt a lump form in my throat but I continued, "but after when I realised, you didn't trust me, it felt like I understood the reason though I hadn't known of it at the time. It didn't matter to me how many times you would push me away but I feel this need...to save you."
I looked away then, fearing what he would say. Would he hurt me? Kick me out? Threaten me? Both options were highly likely and I felt like kicking myself for having spoken too much. It just felt right... When no reply came, I took a deep breath and slowly turned to face him. His eyes were like icicles, somewhat confused and anxious. I couldn't tell what he was feeling.
"You're right. I don't trust you."
I winced, blinking at him as he turned his head away. He seemed to want to avoid this subject because he spoke again, his voice softer than before.
"Thunderstorms are a bad memory."
So it had something to do with his past...
"Did something troubling happen to you that includes a thunderstorm?" I asked, biting my lip after.
"You could say that" he grunted. Lightning flashed, lighting up our faces in the darkness.
I didn't think he wanted to say so I decided to guess. By shifting closer to him and pulling up my legs, I leaned with my back against the wall and curled my arms around my knee's in his same position.
"Was it...to do with your family?"
In a fluid second, he had me pinned down on the bed, hands tightly gripped around my wrists refusing for me to move. I let out a gasp as his furious raging blue eyes bitterly shot daggers at me. I could feel him shake as our skins touched, his like a soft smooth ice block.
"You've been reading up on me? Did you steal the files from Boris? DID YOU?" He snarled at my face.
I flinched, tugging at my hands as I struggled under his grip. I turned limp, surprising him as his eyes widened a little.
"Yada. I would never do that. I felt you would be too uncomfortable to speak out the truth so I decided I would guess. Family is a common reason behind children's sorrows and depressions...believe me, I would know..." I tailed off, turning my head to the side as I remembered my own family. Okaa-san's letter...
His grip suddenly loosened, allowing me to move but I stayed as I was, looking up at him blankly. He seemed to do the same but then his eyes became questioning. "That letter you were holding was from your parent's wasn't it?"
I flinched but tried hiding it away. Tala was too quick in catching in and narrowed his eyes. He then pushed himself up and resumed his curled up position, inches away from me. Breathing hard, I stared up at the ceiling. He had seen the letter...he knew I had troubles too.
"I saw you crying. You're an idiot to cry over family. They deserve none of our thoughts" he harshly spat.
I sat up slowly, crossing my legs over. He saw me cry... Something I wanted to avoid was people seeing my tears and sorrow, I didn't want pity. Perhaps that's how Tala felt too. "How can we not think about them? They are reason behind our grief, it is impossible to wipe them from our thoughts."
He didn't seem to like this soul truth and grumbled, gritting his teeth together. I rubbed at my wrists, seeing 3 faded pink lines appearing on each from his tight grip. I looked forlornly at him, trying to piece together what he was feeling. I didn't need to.
"The night they argued over me being sent here, had a thunderstorm like this. Thunder was like the bullet shot I heard and the lightning reminded me of the shock I received when I saw them. Or saw my father. I couldn't stand storms since that day."
He seemed to be shaking as if he were controlling wrath; his eyes were tightly closed, avoiding letting any emotion show. His fists clenched together tightly. I felt something tug at my heart with pain coursing with it. I didn't think he would continue, it seemed we both shared an issue in our fathers. But now I had the issue with my mother as well.
"Why did you ask me to stay?" I blurted out, staring openly into space.
There was silence. After what felt like a few minutes I turned my head slowly to see him looking ahead, at war with himself inside. He remained that way till I realised he wasn't going to answer, and I wasn't going to push him. I decided to change the subject, with a sigh and a small smiled and looked out the window to see the storm still raging over the lands of Moscow.
"I admire some of the students here. Like Juan and Cole's brother relationship. Your team's relationship is also admirable." He blinked, assuring me that he was listening. "I know you felt it too Tala, that day when Boris ordered the attacks against you. The others held back from their real power, I felt it."
"I know."
I turned my head to the side, looking slightly surprised. He knew?
His eyes shut tight again, "We are still a team, we might not be able to stop the other from being punished but loyalty is something that we think is relevant."
I understood then. Their team was based on a circle of trust because of their vowed loyalty to one another. If one was under threat and had no chance of being let out, it was up to the other members to somehow aid them in their problem. In Tala's case, none of the others wanted to hurt Tala more than they wanted but they couldn't show that to Boris so they held back from their full power. I felt a sense of admiration for them all.
"I understand." The weather cracked again and only I jumped this time.
"I meant what I said," his cool voice echoed, making me turn my head to look at him through my emerald orbs.
"Stay away from me."
His eyes narrowed coldly, resuming his darkening personality. I looked away, frowning. "I...I don't think I can do that" I risked it. I heard him growl quietly then sigh.
"Then you really are a stupid idiot."
I smiled weakly. "I guess I am."
He shot me a glare but it wasn't as harsh as it was meant to be. In fact, I sensed he even felt a little amused. I was becoming slightly delirious. A question popped up in my head, it seemed like the perfect moment and one that would break this silence.
"Do you speak Russian?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
He seemed taken aback possibly by surprise by this question but hid it well. He grunted so I took it as a yes. It was strange; I didn't see him speak it, nor Bryan or Ian or Spencer.
"I know what you're thinking. After the amount of tournaments that included battling people who spoke different languages, it seemed English was easier to speak which now we've grown accustomed to," he yawned slightly, turning his head as if to cover this from me.
"You should sleep. I'll go."
He frowned but didn't say anything. But before I decided to get up, I stole one look at his delicate face, taking in his softness and calm state that was a complete 180 degree's to his usual behaviour. I felt a huge amount of happiness, feeling like I had finally bonded somehow with Tala but then again, it felt like I was miles away too.
"Could you say something in Russian?" I weakly asked, smiling a little.
I saw the tiniest smirk appear on the corner of his lip. "Ty glup."
I blinked. "What does that mean?"
He didn't answer and I thought he was falling asleep. As I got up to leave I heard his voice from behind.
"You're stupid."
I smiled.
*Normal P.O.V*
Tala woke up, feeling a weird material covering his ears. The morning sun brightened the room and it was hard to believe there was a thunderstorm last night. He stretched, sitting up and noticing the object half hanging on his head. He frowned, raising his hand to his head, pulling off his transmission mic. Then he remembered last night.
That doctor, Juliette, had come to his room. He almost growled at how he opened up to her but then he knew deep down, he wanted to. Feeling his rage subside, he gazed at the spot she sat on calmly. It was hard to admit but...for the first time, he didn't fear the storms as much as he used to. Her presence itself was like some sort of barrier and it scared him. She looked completely innocent wearing her grey shorts and t-shirt making her pink hair stand out and her eyes even more. He found himself cursing at such thoughts. Juliette's words were calming him and he was able to speak about his past that tormented him so much, though briefly he was glad to have opened up a little and to an unexpected person too. The one he claimed to loathe and hate for eternity. In one night he was surprised at how a relationship can change so fast. Could he do it? Could he really trust her? When he saw her crying yesterday, when holding that strange letter and her weird spacing out moments during training, he never would have guessed that she too, was suffering from her own issues with her family. It seemed they shared something similar. Is this why Bryan and the others treated her so well? Why they trusted her with their hearts content? While he...he abused her from day 1. He hadn't known her, he assumed she was like the rest but perhaps...perhaps this time he was wrong.
He pulled himself out of bed, realizing he hadn't changed his clothes last night after he came straight from training into his room after he heard the beginning of the storm. Boris knew of his phobia and so did the other Demolition Boys, it wasn't breathed outside their group. Except last night...she had seen him at his weakest point which made him angry but at the same time, perhaps a little relieved. He didn't know. After taking a shower he headed out to the common room. Sure enough since it was nearly time for training he saw Bryan leave his bedroom and enter the common room at the same time. They both glanced at each other, exchanging nods but it seemed Bryan noticed the difference in Tala's mood that morning.
"You look different."
Tala narrowed his eyes in return. He hadn't realised he looked different, in fact he looked the same as he always did. "I don't know what you're talking about" he huffed, turning to leave the common room.
"You're normally more pissed in the morning as far as I can remember" Bryan called back from behind him.
Tala froze. Had one night with that girl really changed his mood? He heard footsteps as Bryan passed, a smirk evident on his face. "I'll see you in training." With that, he left the room.
Tala blinked, cursing as he hated the clash of feelings inside him. Voices screamed for him to trust the young doctor but he couldn't. He simply couldn't find himself to do that anytime soon...
Juliette also seemed to have woken up with a brighter mood. After the unexpected night with Tala, she felt her days at the abbey could only get better. Though she couldn't get to speak to Bryan, she would surely find him today and maybe, perhaps she could speak to Tala too though she shouldn't push the small bond they now shared.
'I should still warn you to be aware Juliette, Tala has yet a strong wall of ice surrounding him' Artemis warned.
'I know, but that ice is breaking slowly. I feel we will be good friends' Juliette replied, slipping on her clothes after showering.
It really felt that in due time, Tala would warm up and perhaps, she could change the abbey forever. After grabbing her briefcase, she realised today her shipment would arrive. She checked her phone to see a message from one of her friends at the clinic who confirmed that the delivery should reach today. Feeling a level happier, she smiled, forgetting every problem she had with her father and mother. Now the only issue that bothered her was getting that shipment in without Boris knowing and avoiding the high tech security cameras. She left aside the thought and headed out to meet Juan at the infirmary for breakfast.
The morning session was of her attendance at the Demolition Boys battle practice. She sat herself down on the bench, in full view of the match. It was like the first she had seen without the wires and felt glad that all of them seemed to be looking healthy. Tala stole a glance at her direction and for the first time in broad day, it was reduced of its icy coldness that it always implied. She avoided smiling, knowing Boris was watching her every move. The match went impeccably well, with surprising results. Tala seemed to have tamed Wolborg and it resulted in him winning the match without a fault. Boris clapped, entering the arena.
"Very good boys. A massive improvement. Increase your powers and no one will dare to challenge the Demolition Boys again" he cackled darkly making Juliette wince at his sudden evil intentions.
After the battle ended, Boris called the Demolition Boys into his office for briefing.
"As you know, tournaments are days away. The bladebreakers will be in Russia within a few days; this is the perfect opportunity we have been waiting for. The perfect time to draw Kai here and for him to join Biovolt. Nothing should go wrong, is that understood?" He ordered at the 4 boys standing before him.
"Yes Sir."
Tala inwardly growled, having heavily disagreed with the idea. Kai seemed to be the sudden favourite of Boris, leaving him at number 2. A position he didn't like the sound of. He was captain after all. They departed from the office, heading their separate ways.
Juliette heaved a deep breath. She had managed to bring in the supply of medicines and bandages from outdoors which thankfully had only begun to be covered by light snow. Unlike the blizzard from the other day. She convinced the guards it was a delivery from her father as she was down on clothes. Believing her innocent face, they nodded and left her alone. With the help from Keiji and Cole and Astor, she managed to get it carried to the infirmary without getting caught by a possible camera. So she hoped.
"Arigato. I cannot thank you enough for helping me" she smiled.
"You got this to help us; I think we owe you the thanks!" Cole retorted, running a hand through his hair.
"She really needs to stop being modest" Keiji smirked.
Juliette turned red feeling embarrassed. "Thank you anyway."
The day was nearing to an end and Tala felt relieved that he could escape the brutal simulation training Boris had him do. It was to analyse every attack made by each bladebreaker so they would be ready to counter attack when it came to the championships. It was too easy. He was going to enjoy beating them in the tournament and he was also hoping to beat Kai too. As he walked through the dark tunnels, he noticed a low snickering and mumbling coming from around the corner. He froze on hearing his name.
"Can you believe it? Tala, the captain of the Demolition Boys, is afraid of storms! What a joke! Boris must have lost his marbles in having him continuing to be captain. He doesn't deserve a title as large as that for a weak wimp like him!" a voice bitterly laughed.
"And he acts as though he is better when really he's a kid in diapers" another voice added.
Both voices erupted into snickers and Tala felt his blood boil with rage. No way would the other Demolition Boys would tell his secret. It had been kept for this long already and Boris too had it hidden knowing it would welcome unwanted attention from people outside if they got hold of the info. There was only one person... His fists clenched tightly and he could feel fire burning inside his gut. Today, he was going to murder someone, torture them to the extent that they would wish that they had never heard of him. Before he charged round the corner upon the 2 boys cackling. They immediately froze on seeing the red haired male with brooding icy eyes that radiated fury. Their shocked expression made Tala smirk. He rammed them both against the wall, yanking their collars tight.
"Think it's funny? Mention one more word about this and I swear I'll have you drawn and quartered in the pit. I don't do empty threats" Tala snarled at their faces with the rage flowing through his veins.
The 2 boys nodded in shock, flinching back as if they had just witnessed hell. Slamming them back and letting go, Tala charged through the tunnels and towards the common room where he found the gray haired male leaning against the wall by the fireplace. He looked up at once when the door slammed shut.
"Tala? Wha-"
"I warned you. I warned us all. That doctor isn't to be trusted! I knew it from the beginning and yet you all decide to believe her lies" he spat with venom, pacing up to the nearby coffee table. He rammed a fist down, shaking the table and causing a little fissure in the wood.
"What are you talking about?" Bryan protested.
At that given moment, there was a knock at the door. Bryan glanced at the door from Tala who remained as he was, eyes shut tight. As Bryan opened the door he was gazing into emerald's as the young doctor stood there with a warm smile on her radiant face.
"Juliette?"
Tala's eyes shot open. Within a second he charged back to the door, yanked in the girl roughly, ignoring her cries of pain and slammed the door shut before slamming her back against it. He raised a finger at her face.
"You. I should never have opened up to you. I never trusted you and I was right all along" he snarled with a bitter tone so loud that she seemed fearful of her own life.
"Tala, wha-"
"DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO DENY IT!"
He turned around violently, unable to look at her face. "You thought you could use your innocent little words and pretense to fool me so you could get something out of me to use as one of your schemes. By telling everyone about my fear of storms, did it satisfy your hunger for pain? DID IT?" He roared, turning back around to growl at her face.
Juliette grimaced; gasping at how angry Tala seemed to be. But what was more shocking is that, she had no idea what he was saying. She revealed his secret? Is that what he was accusing?
"Tala, I think-"
"NO, Bryan...this ends right here" Tala cut off Bryan who now narrowed his eyes at the two, looking slightly concerned. He knew he had no power over his captain when he was in such a strong rage.
Tala gripped a hold of Juliette's arms, pressing his strength on the hold hoping her bones would break. He realised that her father could have him killed and Boris wouldn't be pleased. With a grunt he shoved her to the side harshly, resulting in her crashing to the floor and hitting her head against the small cupboard there. Glass fell from its surface, breaking into shards and digging into her skin. Her cries were like music to his ears and he felt the need to do more damage.
"That's enough, Tala..." Bryan quietly broke in.
"It won't be enough. She deserves to feel every pain, every student ever suffered here at the abbey" he hissed, glancing down at Juliette.
She sat on the floor, struggling to stand as drips of blood formed from the shards of glass that shattered on her skin. Her winces weren't heard by Tala but she felt a broad pain at the back of her head. Holding her hand up, she touched the tender spot and felt dampness. She brought her hand forward to see blood. Thick, red and gruesome blood. Tears welled up but she held them in, wishing she were somewhere else.
"If you ever, ever come near me again, I'll be sure to kill you, I don't care who's daughter you are" Tala threatened with the most acidic tone he had.
Juliette pushed herself up, forcing to look at Tala once before dragging herself out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Tala exhaled, cursing loudly. He opened his eyes to see Bryan glaring at him with narrowed eyes, arms crossed as he kept his position on the wall.
"If you have something to say Bryan, say it" he hissed.
Bryan merely sighed, closing his eyes.
"I warned you. You wouldn't listen. You were weak to-"
"YOU are the only weak one here!" Bryan suddenly shot out, surprising Tala in the process.
Blinking at his comrade, Tala felt fury again but Bryan wasn't finished. His moonstone eyes seemed to darken and held disappointment.
"Juliette was innocent. I trust her because I know I can trust her. She wasn't he one to spill your secret about the storm."
Tala's eyes widened slightly, not being able to process what he was saying.
"When I came back last night, I heard Demetri spreading the rumor that he saw you and Juliette speaking in your room and he discovered your hidden phobia of storms. He was the one that announced it to everyone. Not Juliette. She would never break your trust."
Feeling like he was hit by a landslide or rocks, Tala froze, feeling a massive lump in the back of his throat and his lungs refused to let him breathe. The realization hit him and hit him hard. Bryan would never lie... His eyes shifted to the shards of glass on the floor before looking up to gaze at the door that the girl had just ran out from.
TA DAH! Oh my gosh was that dramatic or WHAT? Obviously I believe I wrote it better the first time round before it got deleted :( but I hope that was okay for you! Poor Juliette! Tala really is an idiot and yet he calls her stupid! Ahhh their intimate conversation was my favourite part without a doubt. What was yours? ;) REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW. They make me write faster and update too! (If I don't fall into a dilemma again of course) but either way! I hope this large chapter filled your satisfaction and I still want to say a massive SORRY for making you wait.
In Chapter Ten there are dark scenes so it's just a little warning. Nothing graphic or direct. It's awesome though! Tala will finally meet Artemis ;) muahahaa. If you want to read Chapter Ten then REVIEW! Only takes a few seconds! Please!
Thank you all my reviewers and loyal readers for sticking with me, it will only get better! I love you all!
Au Revoir!