Author's Note: Yes, it is me... and yes this is an update. Shocking I know, but school shoved some major tests all close together so everything was put on hold while I swotted my little brain off. Another drop of... bad news (I think) which I will...say at the end of this chapter but enjoy the read. Thanks to:

- I know I don't actually have that much to pick from but it kind of made it easier to get the plot in place because of that. Dr. K I believe you mean -smiles- well you'll find out now, won't you! I've not actually read any Beyblade, which is a shame they are meant to be much better. Thanks a lot for reviewing!

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ShadowBlade7330 - Glad you liked the idea of Kai arguing with his old dear self. It's always a good way to slap a character back to their old selves! Aw, thanks you hopefully I wasn't "too" (I know I am late but hopefully not too late) with this update. Thanks for reviewing!

Chapter 26

It hadn't taken long to find the well-known scientist Judy Tate, and so she had been quickly taken in and interviewed. Of course, the newspapers believed that she would be the next victim and so went about how poor Max would end up like Kai Hiwatari.

"So, Mrs Judy Tate. Do you know any of these people?" Judy didn't exactly enjoy the fact she was sitting in a small room with someone who was looking at her like she had done something wrong.

"Hmm..." She frowned went a small piece of paper was passed over to her, "I remember the names vaguely." She added after looking down the list. She never really remembered names – she found it easier to remember a face or some detail about that person rather than what they were called.

"Where?" The investigator asked and Judy sighed and thought for a moment, she had been doing research for what seemed like most of her life she couldn't give an exact date or time.

"It was at least ten years ago." Judy shook her head trying to think if it was that long ago or if she were accidently fabricating the truth. Of course, the investigator wasn't too sure why Ms. Tate hadn't come in when she had seen the first killing and now giving somewhat false information.

"Try to remember. How did you all know each other?" Maybe asking more questions would help clear her head, no doubt that she was a little irritated to be woken up so early, but with killers on the loose time was of the essence.

"Well I'm not sure we all knew each other just we were testing in the same area." Judy corrected and the investigator leaned back in his chair, he waited until the woman carried on, "It was a beyblading experiment."

He never did see why everyone was into that Beyblading sport: and it seemed to be more twisted and corrupted than some of the other major sports. "What exactly was the study of?" He wasn't too sure what all the fuss was about last year but damn, that had resulted in numerous casualties.

"It was about bitbeasts and whether or not they could be controlled by anyone or if the user needed something." It was one of the first experiments to be conduced, the first legally allowed to carried out on children. Then again, Judy didn't know about the Abbey...

"Juile Snow said to the paper that she has never once beybladed in her life. Why would she help test a theory out?" The girl in mention was actually an athlete of another sort, she however had told many people that she too didn't see why she should 'convert' her techniques into a beyblading one.

"Easy money. You signed up, got some experience in a well-known company. Why shouldn't she have signed up?" The investigator seemed to find that answer acceptable however he scribbled something down for a few moments before asking another set of questions.

"The results?" Judy frowned again, she hated giving out details on experiments – they were usually kept private and so she could be sued if she uttered a word. Seeing as it wasn't in her contract and all...

"Only a handful people could – out of the hundreds of children that took part all over the world. It was dependant – it seemed - on the mental capability of the individual and their will to beyblade." Judy had remembered a few disinterested teenagers had tried out, there to waste time no doubt, and they had failed miserably.

"Do you think someone would come after you for this?" Judy shook her head, most of the people who applied wanted to be there and didn't mind not fitting into the criteria needed. It wasn't a very important thing at the time.

"Well, a few parents were annoyed, even said the study was rigged all because their child wasn't able to control them. There are a few people that come to mind, but no one..." She trailed off and this sparked the investigators curiosity, it wasn't everyday that Judy thought about someone trying to kill her or her old colleagues...

"There was a pair of twins in particular whose parent got really upset. They were around fourteen as well: they didn't even need their mother to be there..." Sure, some parents gave their child a pat on the back and sighed sadly before leaving. This woman had cried rivers, howled as if it were the worst thing on Earth.

"Upset how?" The investigator jotted another few points down, he doubted he would need most of them but they did help in the question-making department. Judy rubbed the bridge of her nose, she remembered that most: the night she went home she was a grumpy, having to calm such a woman down was not a fun nor easy task.

"The mother just started crying after we told the children that they wouldn't adequate for further studies. She wailed until she ran off. Never seen someone take their kids out of such a place fast enough." If was as if she had been embarrassed that her children were with her or rather she was embarrassed that those children were her offspring.

"Further studies?"

"We took the children – to what is now the World Championship Beystadium in Japan – and let them beyblade one another. See who was the strongest, and how they managed it." The World Championships hadn't really taken off then, it was still a new game. People weren't interested in watching spinning tops that was until the bitbeasts started to appear.

"Did the winning child gain anything?" Even now ahead were the BBA was a multi-billion corporation, even now the winners never really received anything except from the right to call themselves the best.

"No, just a few cheap beyblading parts... usually parents were reluctant because it could result in their child being gone for months." There were even a few children that were good enough to go but because of their parents they had to drop out and the place went to someone else.

"What of these twins, were their results below average or not?"

"Well one of them showed some promise, however he seemed far too dependent on his brother. His brother in particular didn't seemed very interested unless he got to destroy the opponent's beyblade completely. He was the one that scared the other children, the bully. I remember him."

"How so?"

"I gave him into trouble once, although he just looked at me: as if he didn't even care what I thought. Children at that age usually are respectful with adults, or at least people they don't know." She remembered that mainly because she had been expecting. The sudden thought that her own child would be so ghastly was a horrifying thought.

"May I ask: how old were you when this happened?"

"I don't see what my age has to do with anything." Judy folded her arms and glared, it wasn't exactly a polite question and she couldn't see how it could link in with helping the police find the killer.

"The mother was she older or younger than you at this time?" Judy didn't stop glaring for a few moments until she decided to answer the question. Judy suddenly felt as the questions were going to go on forever, could they not just let her go see if her own son was alright?

"Around the same age: a little older, possibly." It appeared as if he'd touched a nerve although it would help get a good idea of what age of a woman they were looking for. Hopefully this Ms. Tate would not jump over the table and kill him if he asked the question again.

"So, I'll ask again, how old were you?" Judy pursed her lips together as if trying to stop herself from answering the question. What woman wouldn't want some random policeman knowing her exact age, the thought was unnerving – she looked younger than what she was, she didn't want the raised-eyebrows act.

"Around, twenty-six, I think."

"If you saw her again would you recognise her?" If she had done anything in the past then they would have a picture of her somewhere, even if it was a little out-dated, at least they could identify her.

"Well yes, I saw her a few years ago." He thought that maybe he should scold the woman for not saying that she had seen her a few years ago: it would have made things so much simpler not to mention quicker.

"So you know who it is? The mother?" He tried not to ask in such a harsh manner but he the sudden realisation that time had been wasted irked him too much. Well, at least now they were getting somewhere.

"Well I don't know where she is now, exactly." Judy shifted on her seat, she hadn't ever thought in a million years that she would be helping the police to track down two serial killers... had she spoken to their mother? Why else would he be so interested in this woman? Or was this a sister or some other elative to these murderers? The two little boys surely couldn't be the murderers...

"Well? Where did you see her?" This may be a way forward, the investigator would at least have another lead if this woman could remember the name of the mother. He could find her then ask about the sons: hopefully she would give the names up without too much hassle and they could finally search for these sadistic killers.

"In the city a few years ago, she came and caused some beybladers to cheat in the beyblading tournament," Who could forget that woman? "King and Queen were their names I believe." She had caused a lot of bother for everyone, another person hung up on trying to gain power on bitbeasts. "I can't remember why: then again the beyblading industry has some, greedy folk." There had been some major money-hungry morons in the last tournaments, Boris and Voltaire had come to her mind. "At first I didn't believe it, she seemed different. Cruel..."

"So, the name?" She could tell the investigator was getting annoyed but she couldn't help but snap back at him. She was trying to remember she didn't need added pressure: her son was hospitalised for those bruises and cuts those bastards had given her son.

"Oh: she called herself Dr. K." Judy rolled her eyes, she was an odd woman: she had bumped into her before she had tried to get Queen and King to cheat, she had acted so normal. Then she had gone mental...

"Dr. K?" The investigator wondered if this Ms. Tate was forgetting the rest of the woman's surname but having asked and receiving a mere nod meant that it would be fairly easy to find her. Not a lot of people had a letter for a surname.

"I suggest you look for the beybladers King and Queen, they'll know more about her than I do." She may have spoken to her a couple of times but that didn't mean she knew where the woman was. Prison probably.

He would have thought finding the mother would have been a great discovery, though she was in a mental hospital and it had appeared that indeed she was insane. After an hour of trying to gain an answer out of Dr. K. The other policemen had given up.

"I don't have children." The woman snapped. The walls weren't padded like in some horror movie: it was just a plain room, a regular bed and a small window where she sat near, perched on a seat looking out.

"Sure you do, it was David and Jamie, wasn't it." The investigator had managed to get the two first names from the Hiwatari kid, apparently he knew a lot more about these killers than what he let on. Still he'd leave him alone for now: he'd been through enough already.

"James. James, idiot." The raven-haired woman turned around and glared, he hands had clenched into fists. However just as quickly as the anger had came, it disintegrated into sadness, "Such a horrible boy." She shook her head and shielded her eyes with her hands. "Such a horrible, cruel boy..."

"He's killing people, you know..." The investigator had heard that most of the police officers which had tried to speak with her ended up confused at what she was saying or didn't even get a reply from her. "You can stop help us stop him." He added, maybe he could emotional blackmail her into giving him the information he needed.

"No one can stop the Devil." He heard her muffle through her hands, no more than a few moments of silence and she was back to her old self – staring out of the window into the hospitals garden.

"What happened to their father?" There was no real record of the 'father' he had apparently just disappeared one day and not came back. Maybe this disappearance of this man was the reason why these boys were killing?

"Ran off...ran far, far away." She sung her words as if the very conversation was boring her, but the investigator could see that she was getting agitated again as he nails were digging slightly into her other arm.

Before he could ask another question the woman before him because to mutter and whisper harshly to herself. "I hate him. He said he'll help him..." Her voice trailed off and again the Investigator thought of something to say, but she ended up continuing her musings. "He never helped him....no one could help that man."

"Who would help your husband?" He made a quick guess, but it proved to gain some attention from the sick woman. She turned around to look at him before scrunching her nose up in disgust, she couldn't help it. She hated that man.

"That Hiwatari," Somehow he was getting fed up of hearing that surname. Why did they always seem to tangle in everything? Of course the older, slightly more renowned Hiwatari was the Investigators first guess, yet his luck seemed to have run out.

"Voltaire?" She didn't even seem effected by the name. So it couldn't have been him she was talking about. Maybe she was just a good actress and this was just a play to her? The Investigator watched as she shook her head rapidly.

"No, no...That Devil son." She hissed out through clenched teeth, it seemed as though the Hiwatari's really did have a bad history.

"Adonis...what did he agree to do for your husband?" Or it could have been the other way round, the investigator pondered shortly after firing the question. It seemed it was another question that made the doctor weep.

"He drove him mad..." She turned back to the window, not wanting some stranger to see her upset but her emotions were easily read through her words. "Put ideas in his head..." A few sniffs interrupted her speech and the investigator made a few mental notes. "Make your own bitbeast," It appeared as if she were trying to imitate someone, her voice had went deeper – more masculine. "Make your own creatures, become a..." Yet the act broke when she finally uttered the last few words. "Become...a god."

"Why are James and David hurting others?" Dr. K didn't appear to have heard him and went off on a tangent about nothing. The investigator really was beginning to lose his patience.

"David, poor David..." She had clasped her hands together and tightened them with each syllable until her fingers were red and her palms white. "Poor little lost soul..." She began to mumble the name David under her breath.

After saying her youngest boy's name for a few minutes she nodded and began to speak as if nothing had happened. "James always liked hurting others, I thought it was a phase..." She hung her head as if ashamed to have thought that her little boy could be normal. "David was such a lovely boy."

Not gaining any new information that he needed or found relevant he decided to question her again. "James, Dr. K, what about James?" He couldn't really blame anyone who had tried to talk to her, and leaving earlier than they should have. She was unsettling in the way she would jump from on topic to another and back without so much as a bat of an eyelid.

"He was hurt when his father was taken from him..." She began to hum a children's nursery song, "He always hated those things..." Maybe it was because he couldn't actually kill them?

"What things, Dr. K?" She looked up at the Investigator and for the first time since coming into the room, he saw her smile. Not a small smile but as if she'd just been given the greatest gift of all time.

"Bitbeasts..." The smile stayed in place, "James, he hates them..." The Investigator couldn't quite think up of a way to reply to that and so decided to leave that the hospital and inform his superiors that he'd need to annoy a certain family again.

Author's note: Okay here are two pieces of news, one good one kind of bad – don't know how you, as an individual will feel but anyway. Number one is that this story, will certainly, definitely, 100% get finished. No matter what, I promise you all that. Number Two this is probably the last fiction I'm writing.

Basically I am still writing but I'm writing my own stuff, so I'll probably be converted into a FictionPress freak by the end of the year – I do still have some ideas for FanFiction but nothing great that I feel I can write and actually get anywhere with. I do have a few... odd things that I was thinking uploading after this one (a Bryan/Mariam fic, yes you read right,) but I doubt it. So, review if you have time, see yah later if not!