M'n'M: My next chapter woo

M'n'M: My next chapter woo! And here to do the disclaimer is my VERY hott and sexy friend Enrique!

Enrique: Yawn. You always make these long.

M'n'M: And, this will be short! Now tell them the stuff they need to know.

Enrique: Fine, fine. This is M'n'M's other person she is writing… THE EVIL RUSSIAN BORIS!!

M'n'M: All hale Boris.

Enrique: Yeaaaaah. He is evil and slightly OOC in this fic. Please excuse that.

M'n'M: Yes! DON'T BLAME ME FOR OOC-NESS!

Enrique: You will feel her wrath!

M'n'M: I feel particularly evil! NOW ENRI DISCLAIMER!

Enrique: Anime-rocz-nd-u-no-it does not own beyblade but is working on a plan to own me. And once again to stress the point. Don't criticize any OOC-ness in any of M'n'M's work. END!

M'n'M: END! And this wasn't to long so IN YOUR FACE! Now enjoy D

"March, march, march, pull, march, march, march, pull!" these were the constant instructions 46 year old Russian virgin Boris Balkov, world wide criminal mastermind and head of B.I.O.V.O.L.T corporation continuously called out to the new lab rats, I mean students. He had just got bail from jail and was back scheming his newest plan to rule the world, this involved evil killing lemons, bitbeasts and industrial guns that he would shoot any unwilling citizens with. Yes Boris was a psycho.

"Ricketts, Collins, move faster or I will have you tortured and broken to pieces like your friend Williams!" Boris screamed. Boy and girl shuddered and began to move at a faster pace to keep up with their 'classmates', they did NOT want to end up like Williams who was taken to the dissecting lab.

"Now you kids I am going to take my pills and when I get back there will be NO-ONE slacking off!" he started to scuttle off down a maze of corridors where all you could see was impressive scientifical equipment that could give any impressive sciencey guy a run for his money. There were test tubes attached to generators that seemed to be pumping a thick red liquidly substance to different rooms, it was all so High Tec! Boris kept on walking past his students room, it was 6 meters by 6 meters for 20 of them to stay in, past a row of sciency labs reaching a door that said 'Personnel Officer Only, Boris Balkov.' He opened the door to reveal his office. It was a brick room Oh yeah did I forget to mention this is all set in an Abbey with pictures of a two toned blue haired boy plastered all over it, a computer that was turned on showing what said 'list of people to kill when I rule the world.' And a few tubes with certain peoples DNA in. Yeah if you walked into this room you would think he was some crazy gay old mad man/ evil paedophile, which really he wasn't. He was just lonely.

"Argh! Where are they!?" Boris wiped everything off his desk with his arm and started shacking in insecurity.

"I need them."

He now looked like a decorated old man who was having a fit. The scary man fell to the floor when he saw some pills under his desk. He reached his arm to get them and popped one in his mouth where he got up and straightened himself up. Boris was wearing a long floaty green coat, spazzy black goggles to cover his eyes that had a habit of wondering on their own, black trousers and long sleeved shirt, chav shoes and not to mention his purple hair that was spiked up in one spike which made him look like a jousting pole.

"Now then, let me just re-check my kill list and I will be going."

Enrique Giancarlo,

Smith Jones,

Tyson Granger,

Robert Jurgen,

And the list went on…

He stared hard at the top name Enrique Giancarlo, remember that from anywhere?

"That stupid kid! Him and his team think they are so great because they didn't get their stupid bitbeast stolen by Black Dranzer, plus the fact they are rich snobby European kids." Boris had been growing a hate for The Majestics but none more than the girl chaser of the group.

"Enrique Giancarlo, I hate him with all my artificial heart! That boy is only 14 and has had over 300 different girlfriends; I am 46 and had one, in nursery, for an hour. Girls are practically lining up to de-virgonise him! He orders Chinese food from China! Not to mention he owns yachts, limos, planes and everything else his daddy can pay for. AND HE'S ITALIAN! Everyone loves Italy! It's not fair! I will rid the world of this injustice boy!" Boris picked up a 6inch knife from the floor, it was just long enough to pierce the heart, and yes he would use this to kill. Suddenly there was a chilling gust of wind, well that's not even possible because they were in a sealed off, knocking him once again to the floor and creating him unconscious.

"Argh where am I?" Boris picked himself up. He was in a field that was wet and covered in creepy crawlies! All that he was holding was that knife. Well looks like he would have to do some wondering about to find out where he was. Wait a minute! He didn't have his pills on him! How was he going to cope without the pills?

"Oh well, I'm in a new place so it's time for a new me. My plan of action is the first people I meet I kill and then rule this new place. Yes that will work perfectly! Excellent!" He let out an evil cackle that was something along the lines of Mwahahahahaha! That echoed into the distance hopefully warning all near people that an evil psycho was on the lose…

Enrique: What the heck, Boris is crazy! And has pictures of Kai everywhere!

M'n'M: And is OOC.

Enrique: He wants to stab me!

M'n'M: And I want to marry you.

Enrique: Yeah I kind of know that.

M'n'M: I talk about you in my sleep

Enrique: Lucky me…

M'n'M: AND NOW! The end of the chapter I am personally scared of Boris.

Enrique: Me to.

M'n'M: And now please read and review then read again and review again.

Enrique: This fic doesn't have many reviews…

M'n'M: Damn it! Neither does my beyblade fic!

Enrique: You make me gay in that ¬¬

M'nM: Check it out! Majestics in team Bonding staring Mr Hott and Sexy.

Enrique: END!