Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ In The End ❯ I see you mocking me... ( Chapter 7 )

 

 

 

CHAPTER 7: I see you mocking me_

 

Tala sat holding his knees. They were in Tala's room. They had been sitting there in silence for almost an hour. Tala had calmed down by now, and was uncontrollably replaying the disaster over in his head. It would haunt him, he knew it would, it had too. He was never left in peace, his life was not meant to be peaceful, he felt that he was cursed.

Kai also sat thinking, only he thought of what Boris had said. He was thinking of how he had abandoned his friends and once again caused pain for Tala, he was beginning to resent himself more every day.

And now he knew about Tala's parents, about all of their parents. He wanted to cry, but he held it back, he had to be strong for Tala.

Kai- “Tala, there's something that I need to tell you.”

Tala looked at Kai where he sat at the bottom of the double bed. Tala's eyes were red and Kai could see the exhaustion on his face. He wondered then if maybe he should wait.

Tala- “What…what is it?”

Kai looked away and took a breath.

Kai- “Before I…found you…I was speaking with Boris. I woke up in his office and he came in and we started talking. A long story short…”

Tala- “What…what could it possibly be that could make me feel any worse?”

Kai closed his eyes when Tala said that, knowing that what he was about to tell Tala could push him over the edge.

Kai- “Look Tala, I really don't want to hurt you, but…I have always told you the truth, and I don't want it to be any different this time…”

Tala- “This must really be serious…I don't want to know.”

Kai- “Are you sure Tala?”

Tala just nodded and then he lied down on his bed. He was actually feeling cold, which for him was unusual.

Tala- “Kai, would you leave me alone for a while. I just need some time for myself.”

Kai was stunned by Tala's request, even though it didn't show on his face. He was also suspicious because it was unlike Tala to want to be alone at a time like this.

Tala- “Please Kai, I know you're worried. I just need to be by myself…” he sounded half-asleep.

Kai- “Alright Tala…I'll leave you, but I'm going to check on you later.”

Tala mumbled in agreement and then Kai left closing Tala's bedroom door slowly behind him.

He walked out into the halls of the abbey in a dismal state, his head suddenly started spinning. He didn't understand it; he was fine a few seconds ago. He dropped to his knees, his head was throbbing.

Kai could hear voices in his head, Tala's voice, Boris's voice…then he heard Voltaire.

Voltaire- “Don't you think you're being ridiculous Kai, staying at that abbey for the sake of you're friends…”

Tala- “I'm glad that I have you Kai, it would be a lot more difficult without you here.”

Boris- “You're my boys Kai, you belong to me.”

Voltaire- “Stop lying Kai…stop lying to yourself!”

Tala- “We're brothers till the end.”

Kai heard the final word ring in his head, the word `End' would now make him cringe at the thought forever. He stood for a moment longer to clear his head of its contents and then he continued down the passage. He had been very uncertain of leaving Tala by himself, but he also realised he needed time on his own to clear his head. Everything had happened so fast that he was feeling the after effects only then. He walked through the numerous passages until he came to his own bedroom door. He entered and went straight to his bathroom. He needed a shower and some sleep, food barely registering as a necessity. Kai undressed and had a scorching shower; he was feeling as though he should burn all the filth from himself. He was enjoying the burning pain when he heard his bedroom door open. He switched off the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before stepping back into his room. There, standing at the door as if blocking Kai's way out, was Boris. He had a serious look that Kai didn't like anymore than the sick grin he usually had.

Kai- “What are you doing here?”

Boris removed his hands from behind his back and Kai distanced himself. Boris shook his head,

Boris- “You look terrible Kai, either it's the stress of escape…or the stress of Tala's pain. Which is it?”

Kai tried to ignore Boris's comment about his appearance. He had seen his reflection and he knew he looked terrible. His eye's had a cold red and slightly blue lining around them, as though he was lacking oxygen. His face had gained a more blood-drained colour than his usual, snow-white complexion. He had scars and his eyes seemed colourless instead of auburn. Kai tightened his fists, in case.

Kai- “What do you want, Boris?” he repeated, a coldness in his voice.

Boris held his gaze for a moment,

Boris- “My Blitzkrieg Boys, Kai, that's what I want.”

Kai frowned and opened and closed his fists,

Kai- “What? What is that?”

Boris- “You, you and Tala and Brian and Ian. That is what, or more specifically, who! This ridiculous little stunt you and Tala pulled has set my plans back…quite a bit. And then the episode with that brainless brute, even more. So, I am pretty pissed…”

Kai- “ So we're the Blitzkrieg Boys, or suppose to be?”

Boris- “In time you will be Kai. I've come to tell you to rest up. You have got 2 weeks, then I come back…and we begin.”

Boris turned and walked and Kai relaxed, but only some what. But when the reality of Boris's words occurred to him, his chest felt as though it was ceased. Nothing Boris ever did could amount to anything less than absolute misery for those involved. And truthfully what could he do in two weeks to save them all. And Tala… what would he do.

 

 

Tala was not asleep, how could he have slept with his mind so congested. He shivered suddenly as though a draft had entered the room, but really it was if someone had walked over his grave. Tala had a feeling of predestination suddenly, as though he could almost feel that death was looming in his presence, waiting until he gave into it, but he felt that he had already and if anything death was taking too long.

He sat up slowly and looked around the empty room. He had grown up here, seen these walls almost every day of his life, his miserable life. He looked at his hands and found they were stained with blood, and then he noted the blood dried on his white shirt under his jacket.

It was where Worik had cut him. He sighed, remembering when he was about 13 or 14, a time when things really weren't so bad at the abbey. Boris was still a maniacal bastard at the time, but he never really did what he did to them now. They had some freedom and had allowance to leave the abbey's property once in a while. That had been both a good time and a bad time for him. With freedom came temptation and Tala still felt sometimes that Boris had become more strict because of him, because of his recklessness. He remembered his drug addiction so well; he could almost feel the heroine and cocaine in his veins at that moment, the greatest release. He thought a moment of how he could get his hands on it right that second. He stood unsteadily as an idea came to him. He walked out of the room uninterested in his appearance and have stumbled at his first steps through the passage. He eventually found some balance and managed to force an upright walk. He reached the cafeteria after what seemed like an eternity, his mind so far gone his space and time seemed to drag.

He stepped just through the entrance and quite strangely leaned against the wall and squinted. He saw a group of about six or seven boys at a corner table, none of which he recognised for the life of him, and how long had he been there not to know anyone but his immediate companions, he didn't care. He needed to get their attention without them scrambling away; the demolition boys were notorious for their bad tempers.

Tala- “Hey, one of you guys c'merea minute…” he heard his voice slur.

They all looked at him and they started leaving out the other entrance,

Tala- “Wait, just one second…” his voice broke…

 

The boys all retreated, save for one, he was about 12 Tala figured from his young appearance. He had a green tinted hair colour and green eyes, he approached Tala wearily, noting that they were the only two people in the room, Tala could almost hear the boy saying a little prayer and Tala couldn't help but grin slightly, he was so feared and yet he himself lived in fear. The young boy kept a safe 3 meter distance from Tala,

Tala- “Hey kid, what'syour name?” his voice was soft and strained as he leaned against the wall. They boy seemed to relax a little,

Miroslav- “My name is Miroslav…are you ok?” the boy had a young tiny russian accent, he seemed innocent, but Tala felt regretfully that it wasn't likely to stay that way.

Tala- “I need some help, but I'm ok. You wanna sit down with me for a minute so we can talk?” Tala stared quite hopefully at the boy who was noting the dried blood. He simply nodded at Tala and watched Tala nearly fall onto the nearest seat. He moved to sit across the table from Tala and waited, eye's wide and interested.

 

Tala took a moment to gather his thoughts, and then he leaned forward and rested his arms on the table,

Tala- “Okay, Miroslav. I'm gonna ask a few questions that I'd like you to answer. You don't need to be afraid cause it's just a few questions, is that cool?” Tala spoke as steadily as possible.

Miroslav- “Okay, it sounds simple enough…” although his face betrayed his calm voice. “what questions?”

Tala- “Ok, are you allowed to leave…the abbey…?” he strained in side where the cut was burning. The boy nodded pulling his face slightly as Tala winced.

Miroslav- “Would you like a drink of water? Or something to eat…you look ill…” he stopped talking as Tala shook his head,

Tala- “No, just focus…if I gave you money to do a favour for me Miroslav, would you do it?”

There was a long silence in which Miroslav was weighing his decision, he breathed slowly,

Miroslav- “It would depend on the favour you'reasking for…” he said sensibly. Tala smiled in a friendly way and told him the favour. The boy, after much deliberation agreed to help as best he could and asked that Tala wouldn't kill him if he failed. Tala laughed and sent the boy on his way, then returned to his room for some sanctity.

 

 

Kai was on his way to Tala's room when two of Boris's goons beckoned him. He thought of ignoring them but all of the consequences of defiance rushed into his head at the speed of light, nearly knocking him over with fear. So he turned off his path and made his way to the goons.

Kai- “What is it?” he said quietly not looking directly at the two large bald men. They laughed a moment and then the smaller of the two spoke,

Andrey- “Boris says to tell you to go to his office…now. He has important thing he must tell you…baystray!! the man yelled his final word at Kai to hurry. Kai didn't run, he simply turned at walked at leisure until he was out of site then he picked up the pace. He had so badly needed to check on Tala, and this was just a hindrance. He took deep breathes as he neared Boris's large doors. He suddenly felt very heavy and pushed himself against the door to open it.

He closed the door behind him and looked at Boris sitting behind his desk.

Kai- “You said you wanted to see me?” his voice cold and face expressionless.

 

Boris didn't smile, he didn't flinch, and it seemed as if he weren't even breathing as he stared at Kai. This was killing Kai's calmness inside as Boris stared him down. Then Boris stood and walked to his window slowly, his back was now to Kai.

Boris- “Your grandfather is coming to the abbey Kai, before he leaves to go away. And now I wonder to myself why he has decided to do this. He certainly hasn't bothered to visit all the while, why now…and I surely hope it wasn't you who…invited him…” there was a great contempt and accusing tone in Boris's voice, telling Kai that he knew what had been said between himself and Voltaire that day.

Kai- “I didn't tell him anything that he'd actually believe Boris. So I don't know why his coming here.” he said half in truth. Boris turned then to look at him.

Boris- “Are you sure, because he had a funny certainty in his voice that said he thought otherwise. So I'm stuck in a situation dear boy, and it seems only you are to blame…”

Kai- “Are you sure your just not looking for an escape goat, maybe you slipped up and now you need someone else to blame, or maybe your just feeling paranoid because you know what he'd do to you if he did know…?” his voice was even and sure as he watched Boris struggle to suppress his anger. Boris could do nothing to him now, because his grandfather would see new scars and instantly get angry, and Kai would be certain that Boris's lies did not correspond with Kai's version of the story. Kai smiled at Boris almost kindly,

Kai- “You cannot win forever Boris, because one mistake of yours will be my victory.”

Boris- “And one wrong move of yours could cost a valuable life…” he had almost whispered, but Kai heard it, and he regretted his egotistical moment. He could be protected, but he couldn't fathom his grandfather being interested in the lives of his team members.

Kai- “Ok, so a dead end…what do you want?”

Boris looked away for a moment, then back at Kai and seemed to clench and unclench his jaw,

Boris- “You will tell your team mates to get their acts together, all will be well when Voltaire arrives and you will all seem as though you have never been happier. Tala may stay in his room as I understand his not well. But you had better be at your best, because you are my liability.” he ended with anger in his voice.

Kai blinked rapidly but unconsciously, a sudden wave of fatigue hitting, all of his sleepless exhaustion catching up to him.

Kai- “Ok, fine, I'll tell them…” and he turned and wobbled unsteadily out of the room.

 

Tala locked his bedroom door and sat on the edge of the bed. In his hand he held a tiny plastic bag of cocaine; Miroslav had come through for him for a small price. He shook lightly, he wasn't dressed and was only wearing boxer shorts after the shower he'd taken. The cut on his abdomen had not been deep, so there wasn't any real injury, not physically anyway. Tala's eyes were burning red and quite puffy from his tears that he cried as he scrubbed his body until it burned. The burning of his pale bruised skin brought his attention back to the cocaine, the release. He bit a tiny hole in the plastic and poured a tiny heap on the side table. Taking out his pocket knife from the drawer he cut the cocaine seemingly like a professional, without the correct tools.

Tala bent down and sniffed the first line, giving himself a moment before he took a second…and then a third, and then…he could feel it…the release, the final release.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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