Chapter no. : 19
Chapter title: Silence
Story rating: T
BETAed: Phoenix Seal of Approval
Disclaimer: Me no own Beyblade. I mean, come on - how stupid are you? If I did own Beyblade, it would contain much swearing, blood, sex and rock'n'roll. And Yaoi. Don't forget the luffly yaoi. But since I don't own it, I have to settle for entertaining you guys with my stories and OCs - which is fine by me.
Warnings: swearing... me being annoyingly-cliff-hanger-y... um... nothing really... this is a rather clean story... -hums-
Big thanks for reviewing...
The Johnny McKilt Productions
Winterblazewolf
Notes: Oh... well, mega thanks to Winterblazewolf and Johnny Mckilt for being the only two to review, because they always review and therefore, always show me love and tell me that this story is worth it. I'm not in a particularly good mood today, so all I can say is that I hope you enjoy and review.
P.S. To prove to you I really am in a bad mood, I don't give two fucks if you're annoyed this was updated late.
"Where is he?" She thumped on his chest, stubborn tears streaming down her cheeks. "Where is he?! I need to see him! Please!"
Enrique wrapped his arms around her, holding her flailing limbs down and holding her close, resting his cheek on her mixed hair, eyes trailing around the secured vault and settling on the closed door that led to the second room. He took a deep breath, before sighing.
"Fri, calm down. They say he's fine…"
"But how-how can y-you know?" Pulling back, she stared the Italian straight in the eye, for once not caring that her cheeks were streaked with running mascara and eyeliner. "H-He had blood all over his n-neck and his t-shirt was soaked in it too and he was pale!" She was enveloped once again in the fellow blonde's arms and she began to cry at the memory of seeing her brother being carried into the shelter, along with an unconscious Tala. "So pale… so very, very pale…"
"I know, Fri… I know…"
Just then, there was a crash in the second room, the sound reverberating through to them. Everyone stood, staring at the door in shock.
"Don't you fucking tell me to calm down, Hiwatari!" It sounded like it was Bryan's roar. "My baby sister has been taken by God-knows-who and I'm standing here, not able to do a thing apart from help him! Keep your beak shut and deal with Tala or you'll fucking regret it!"
Then there was silence…
"Yeah right, Hiwatari…" Bryan's voice had quietened, but it still held iciness; Kai had obviously said something during the apparent 'silence'. "So what's this ingenious plan of yours, apart from hide in here like battery hens? Which is our fate: to die of starvation in here or to be ripped to shreds by whatever is out there?"
They couldn't hear anything else; either the two Russians had stopped arguing altogether or they had simply quietened…
But it dawned on the rest of them: something sinister was out there, bent on getting them, anyway, anyhow. It had been a stroke of pure luck that Bryan, Spencer and Kai had stumbled on the limp forms of Tala and Radolf, both bleeding profusely and knocking on death's door; the Fire Wolf, a tear in the neck and vein – the Ice Wolf, a long knife in his back, just mere millimetres from his spine…
Bryony, the innocent little Chick, was no where to be found – only her beloved white ribbon that was always tied in her metallic hair was a sign she had been there…
"Come on, Fri," Enrique whispered. "Let's go sit down, okay?"
She nodded, exhausted from both the events in the past few days and the two hour-long crying, and allowed the other blonde to guide her to the couch. She accepted the glass of water handed to her by Ian with shaking hands and took several sips, trying to calm herself.
Chelsea, the faithful twin, was curled up in the corner, arms around her bent legs and face buried in her knees; she hadn't left that position since she herself had seen her brother. Spencer was sat beside her, a hand on her back comfortingly, sometimes rubbing when he felt the shiver of a sob.
Johnny was sat with a sleeping Oliver, on the adjacent couch, holding the dead-to-the-world teen close, as if the Scot feared he would leave.
The rest were in the second room; Robert, Tala, Radolf and, of course, Kai and Bryan.
No one spoke from then on, not wanting to anger, or upset anyone like the Phoenix had obviously the Falcon.
The door to the other room opened slowly and Kai emerged. He closed to door behind him and moved over to Spencer and Ian, sitting beside them on the couch and holding his head in his hands.
He, too, accepted the glass of water from Ian and downed it in one.
"How are they?" Spencer spoke softly.
"They're both stable…" Kai's voice was slightly broken and rattled. He rubbed his eyes and sighed. "Thank God we have Bryan and thank God he has his medical training…"
"Can… Chelse and I see him?" Friday asked quietly.
The Russian shook his head sadly. "No… Bryan's still working and I think he's only got one branch of sanity left…"
Still, there was silence.
Everyone had fallen asleep from exhaustion, in the first room of the underground vault; the only ones missing were Bryan, Tala and Radolf, who were all still in what had been dubbed the 'medical room'.
Chelsea opened her forest-green eyes slowly, looking over all the still forms of her sleeping friends. Quietly, she stood, teetering slightly from tiredness, and made her way over to the door. She knew Bryan was in there, and Kai had warned her of his fury, but she didn't care – she needed to see her twin and best friend.
Opening the door a squint, she slipped inside, shutting it as soon as she was inside the garage-looking room. The first thing she saw was that the floor was covered in blood-soaked bandages and cloths, bowls of reddened water placed here and there.
Raising her gaze, she took in the two still forms of Tala and Radolf. Both Wolves were extremely pale, their red hair contrasting heavily with their skin. The Russian had a bandage wrapped tightly around his middle, whereas the English boy had dressing layered around his neck and a bandage around his left eye, but both had a few pads in various places, over grazes and burns.
She rushed over to her brother and knelt beside him, brushing the brown-red strands away from his eyes. "Rad…" She whispered. "God, what happened to you?" She placed a kiss on his forehead and murmured a sisterly, 'I love you' against his skin.
Kneeling straight, she searched the room for Bryan, finding him propped against the wall, next to a desk covered with needles and such, broken silver eyes watching her dully. Blood coated his hands and was smeared over his face – obviously where he had wiped sweat from his skin and ultimately marked his skin – and was also over his clothing.
Her own eyes softened and she stood, moving over to him. "Bryan…" She leant down and placed a kiss on his temple. "Thank you…"
He made no reply; but she didn't expect him too.
She moved over to the desk and took one of the bowls, tipping out the contents in the sink nearby and refilling it with clean water, also washing out a dirtied cloth, before going back over to the Falcon.
Sitting beside him, she placed the bowl and cloth next to her, wetting the rag and beginning to clean the blood from his forehead. She worked in silence and the elder simply stared into space, too shattered and exhausted to protest.
She took the Russian's hands in hers and submerged them in the water, gently rubbing them clean and noting a few cuts, obviously from the feverish working with the medical equipment. A thought popped into her mind: those wounds hadn't been there on the coarse, yet warm hands last night when they had…
Shaking her head to clear such thoughts, she looked at the Falcon, seeing all the emotions flickering in his eyes as he stared at Tala.
She dried her hands on her t-shirt and put the bowl and cloth to one side. Taking the silver head, she placed another kiss on his temple, pulling him against her and wrapping her arms around him.
"Bryan, go to sleep – you've done all you can do for them…" She whispered, burying her face in his silvery locks.
Slowly, but surely, his eyelids flickered and he fell into a shallow, restless sleep…