The Unpredictable Battlefield

Chapter 4 – Red rum is murder

TyKa

~'Oh yes, right here and right NOW Kai. What the hell was that about earlier?! And do you want to enlighten me as to why you have gone back to Russia, Kai?'~

I ran my hands through my slate bangs. I had no idea how or where to start. ~'Don't message me again.'~

I knew Tyson would be choked, but I had to keep reminding myself this was for our own good. I deleted his number. I couldn't risk my phone ending up in the wrong hands and them having a direct line to Tyson.

I looked out the window and looked at the passing clouds. I had been on plane hundreds of times, but paranoia had sunk its claws deep within me, every time we experienced some kind of turbulence my body would tense and my heart would beat wildly. My hand was clenched so tightly around Dranzer, the metal dug into my skin. Trying to find sleep proved fruitless as I kept imagining the flight controls to be tampered with or the plane going down in a hail of bullets. I had to keep my guard up at all times; Everything was about survival now.

When the plane did finally touch down in Russia, I had never been so happy to have my feet on solid ground in my entire life. At least now I would have a fighting chance if my enemy did decide to make a move.

I didn't have much time to celebrate however, security soon whisked me away to an awaiting car. I finally relaxed somewhat when I saw the driver was Dimitri Donetov, he had been working for my grandfather since I was an infant.

As the vehicle drove through the busy streets of Moscow, I cherished my last few moments of freedom.

The warmth of the sun was shining down through the window onto my pale skin. The baby blue sky above, the way the birds soared high above the clouds. Oh how I envied them. What I wouldn't give to truly fly free in this world.

I found myself contemplating the afterlife, if, by some fluke, that psycho actually won this game of cat and mouse...I decided that if reincarnation did exist and there was a way I could retain my memories, I would want to live my next life as a cat. I would find my way back to Tyson and just hang around his place. My days would be spent roaming the city streets then at night I would sneak back into the dojo and lay with Tyson at night.

I was jolted back into reality when I heard a car door slam. My door was opened for me and I found myself standing before the one place I never wanted to see again: Balkov Abbey. Boris and other 'priests' came out of the building to greet us.

"Young Kai, so glad to see you have re-joined us." I hated the way Boris' voice still sent shivers up my spine.

...Did reincarnation work if you off-ed yourself?

"C'mon boys! 800 more!" shouted Boris as he cracked the whip threateningly.

My muscles screamed in protest as I completed another chin-up. I tried to keep my mind off the pit of poisonous, hissing snakes below me and the 80 pound weights that were chained to my ankles. Sweat poured down my face as I struggled to complete my 4287th pull-up.

And Tyson calls me a slave driver!

This 'training' was much more difficult than what I had to go through as a kid and I was about 20 pull-ups away from saying 'fuck this', jumping down into the pit and hucking reptiles at the purple-haired ass-face and taking my chances with the deranged killer who wanted my blood.

Could this fucking week get any worse?

It was nearly midnight when I was finally allowed to go to my room. At least this time it was a room and not some dank prison cell that reeked of sewage. Apparently this was a part of my grandfather's 'arrangements'. A laminated piece of paper, next to the phone on my nightstand, caught my eye. My eyebrows rose in surprise when I read the words "Room Service". Another one of my grandfather's arrangements? I quickly scanned through the menu and dialled the number provided, ordering the Steak with rice and vegetables.

Curious to know what other 'arrangements' my grandfather had requested, I investigated the room further and what I discovered next made my jaw slack with shock.

"No way."

Just behind a door in the very back of the room was a bathroom that looked like it had been taken directly out of one of the fancy show-home magazines and right in the dead-centre of the room was a hot tub with massaging jets.

A knock at the door broke me out of my stupor. I answered it to see a young man, with short brown hair and a friendly smile, presenting me with my food. "Is there anything else you need, Master Kai?" he asked kindly.

I eyed the food warily. Something didn't seem right... I examined the tray of food when it hit me.

Making sure no one else was in the hallway, I quickly pulled the waiter in and slammed him against the wall. "Who gave you the red rum?"

"I-I don't know w-what you're talking about sir."

"Don't lie to me." I pressed his body harder against the structure, my fiery eyes boring into his.

"I-I don't know! This guy- a new guy, told me you had called back and ordered it! I'm so sorry!" tears were falling down his face as he trembled in fear.

My eyes narrowed. "Could you identify him?"

"Oh yeah, sure! He was a blonde with a face like you would see in those celebrity magazines! He was real friendly too."

I released him and he fell to the floor, I pulled out my cell and called my grandfather. "What is it Kai?" he asked gruffly.

"Some pretty-boy just tried to poison me. I have a witness."

An hour later the abbey was being swept by a hundred highly-trained security personnel. They discovered that the drink had indeed been laced with a quick-acting poison and were going through the security footage to confirm the boy's story, Sure enough, a really handsome man was seen handing the waiter the rum before quickly exiting out the back door just moments later.

I studied the man's features, ingraining that face in my memory for all eternity. The one who had shot my guard, the man who was attempting to take my life, the man who had torn me away from the one I loved the most.

I was going to make him pay dearly for this.

I didn't get back to my room until nearly 3am, but sleep eluded me as I toss and turned on the king-sized bed. Eventually I pulled out my cellphone. It was approaching 10am on Tyson's side of the world...he probably was snoring away in some dull classroom.

I was fighting myself from texting him. To send him a long message explaining everything.

I sighed and placed my phone back under my pillow and rolled onto my side.

~I clutched Dranzer to my chest. My heart aching for everything and everyone I called home.~

A/N- I got completely suckered into Kai's head while writing this at 4am and this is the turn it took.

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