Split In Two
Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade or anything else this relates to. Why do I write this every chapter again? I dunno. So I don't get sued…I guess…
Chapter 11 – Screaming and Saving
'Let's go already!' Mariah whined, hand on her hip in her restlessness.
'What the…? GET THEM!'
'Bugger!'
'Katt! Language!'
'Hilary I think she has every right to use that sort of language right now!'
'I agree with Miriam!'
'I'm with Mrai!'
'And me!'
'…Katt you don't get a say in this part.'
'Damnit!'
'Ahh…Shuddup!'
'Shut it yourself, Emily!'
'I've got an idea!'
'What?'
'RUN, ASSHOLES!'
'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!'
Hilary screamed again as she was grabbed from behind by a guard, another injecting something into her arm, while the first one held her strong. Her vision started to blur, until numbness indulged her.
She was faintly aware of being thrown back into the bag glowing white. Once the chord was retied above her, Hilary was awakened, and she started to scream.
'YOU LEAVE HILS ALONE!' Mariah yelled as they watched Hilary being thrown back into the bag. There was some movement, but no sound from the bag.
'Mrai, get back!'
The bladers watched helplessly as Mariah was grabbed as well.
'Let them go!' Katt screamed at the guards. She screamed again as another two took her from behind, one strapping duck-tape across her mouth. The same was done with Kasi, and both girls soon found their wrists and ankles strapped together as well.
They both started to push the duck tape away so they could talk, using their tongues. Then they continued to struggle.
'DAMN-IT!' Katt whined as she was dragged towards the door again.
Lee, Jess, Ici and most of the other blades were stood in front of the doorway, blocking the only exit from the room.
'I think you're forgetting someone, aren't you?' Everyone turned to stare at the man in the doorway, fear bubbling up in all their throats.
Johnny gasped as he heard his sister's petrified scream.
'Help us!'
Miriam woke up, scared.
Her first instinct was to look around her, which immediately gave her a bad feeling.
She and the other six girls were held round the wrists and ankles by chains from the floor and ceiling. They were up against one long, cold stone wall; opposite a doorway which was up some steps at the side of the room like the last room they had been in.
Miriam gasped as she remembered what had happened in the previous room. She hung her head and watched the silent tears sink into the stone, until they were no more.
She smiled weakly at the other six as they awoke beside her one by one. They talked of how to escape, and what they thought would happen to them next. None were optimistic, to say the very least.
'We're gonna die.' Katt stated, cheery as ever.
'Will you stop thinking like that? We're not gonna die.' Suzy told her firmly, acting the voice of reason, once again.
'Suzy's right – we need to start thinking on how to get out of here!' Kasi added, brisk and to the point, just like usual.
'C'mon Katt, where's your Morgan Spirit?' asked Mariah brightly - sweet girl but not too bright.
'And don't say down the drain – what would Lee say to that, girl?' laughed Hilary, a comedy relief for them all.
'He'd probably 'take all her worries away', right Katt?' teased Miriam, a source of both information and humour.
Katt turned crimson in seconds, much to the others amusement.
Suddenly, the door burst open, letting seven guards come into the room.
Each girl had a guard inject a pale yellow liquid into their arm. All the guards ignored the girls' protesting screams, yells and curses.
One by one, the girls went slack, their visions blackening out, until they were thrown into the pits of their subconscious – they were unconscious.
Boris walked into the room as soon as the last girl had blacked out, hanging limply from the chains that held them.
He smirked and walked along them all, wondering which girls to pick. For Boris knew what he had to do.
He would pick three girls – the three whose spirits he would have broken first.
Hilary woke up with her back against a cold stone wall. She soon found that she was securely chained to it.
She was in a room like all the others: stone walls, steps up to a door in the corner, not much else. Even the chains from ceiling and floor like last time.
Which were currently keeping Hilary from running away.
She looked up at the door as a man entered it, stepping through the shadows towards her even after he had closed the door behind him. She shivered.
'Cold? Or afraid. Pick your explanation, Hilary.'
She gasped, tears welling up in her ruby-red orbs.
'Please let me go.' She begged him. She saw him shake his head, the moonlight outlining first one half of his face, and then the other.
'I can't do that.' He told her calmly. Tears started to cascade down her cheeks.
'Please! What do you want from me?'
'Kane? I hope you haven't started just yet,' a voice called from the doorway. Hilary gasped.
Kane grinned madly at Hilary, before turning to his superior.
'No sir, just talking to the whore.' He replied. Boris cackled with glee and looked down upon Hilary.
'I take it you like the dress, girl?' he asked her. Hilary looked down at herself, and gasped. She mentally slapped herself, but the chains restricted her physically.
Hilary found she had been changed yet again, this time into a small white skirt and a white tank top, which, she realised too late, had been showing her cleavage off to Kane the entire time he had been stood talking to her. She had been hanging forward on the chains, as she tried to use her weight to break them.
She glared back up at Boris.
'So tell me, just who exactly keeps changing us?' she asked him angrily. Boris grinned.
'Whoever wants to, my dear. Personally, I think they bet for it, but I can never be too sure about the boys here.' He told her. Hilary paled.
'I've been changed by boys!' she shrieked. Boris laughed and stepped into the shadows. He nodded to Kane, and stayed silent and unmoved.
Kane grinned at Hilary again. He glanced back up at his master, though.
Hilary frowned as Kane ran to talk to Boris, who laughed, nodded, and eventually left the room. Kane turned to Hilary again.
'You look very pretty in your underwear, you know.' He told her as he walked towards her, looking her up and down. Hilary blushed crimson again.
'Leave me alone.' She whispered. Kane grinned again, and pulled a knife from his pocket. She eyed it warily.
'Why – would I – want – to do – a thing – like that - ?' Kane asked, speaking his words as he drew the knife across her top.
Hilary silently sobbed as he slowly cut her top apart, until he was able to pull it off of her in pieces. That is, pull off what was left of what hadn't fallen to the floor at once. He smirked at the exposure of her upper half, but to Hilary's surprise, left her bra in place.
'That collar round your neck sends your powers into you instead,' he told her conversationally, 'you can't be saved now!'
True enough; a metal collar with a flashing red light on it was clasped round her neck.
He drew a slit up her skirt, smirking widely as it fell to the ground; useless. Hilary blushed again, and sent pleading looks at him to stop. Kane grinned madly at her, before picking the knife up again.
'Kane don't do this!'
Hilary cried, blushed and begged him to stop freely as he cut the remainder of her clothing from her.
'But it's so much fun!' he argued, 'and you look so beautiful when you're afraid.'
Then she screamed, unheard as his hands and tongue claimed every inch of her body, or what felt like every inch. Though she was not being raped, to Hilary Tattibana, it was just as bad.
Okay, I just sorta had to do that to Hilary – Hilary fans, pleased don't hurt meeeeeeeee! Please review, thanks for reading, naioka1992 - xoxo