Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ T-blade ❯ Biovault ( Chapter 11 )

Rain: (Sighs) And once again I lack a new way to say hello. Honestly- so many languages, so few I know . . .

 

Wiz: . . . you know that makes no sense, right?

 

Rain: Of course I know- I wrote it. Anyway, welcome to chapter 11! I hope you enjoy.

 

Wiz: Rain does not own Beyblade or its quotes, but she does own T-Blade, the Angels, and Triton. Why do you keep reminding them you own us?

 

Rain: `Cause I'm thinking about using you guys again. You're all actually really good characters in your own right, and I can't quite portray that in this story. Of course, in the other stories you wouldn't be bladers- you'd be something else.

 

Wiz: . . . right.

 

Rain: On with the story!

 

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{{Tyson & Ari}}

 

~Wiz ~

 

&Mary&

 

^^Chrys^^

 

+Teresa+

 

“Speech”

 

/Kai's thoughts/

 

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M. Adducci

“Truth, justice, honor...none of that's worth ----. What matters is people, and people aren't honest or just or honorable. They're petty and they're angry and they're afraid, and all anyone really wants, deep down, is to be wanted. And what's truth to that?”

 

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“TY!” yelled Ari, banging on his door. “Ty, open this door this instance!”

 

There was no response.

 

“Ty!” she yelled again.

 

~Ari, he's in there, and he's locked the door with the shadows. You'll need to reverse it to get us in.~

 

{{Thanks Wiz.}} Ari sent back to the other girl, dropping to her knees in front of the door and placing both hands on the lock.

 

~Hurry~ Wiz thought at her captain. ~He's getting ready to leave.~

 

Ari nodded grimly. {{Chrys, Mary, do a physical search for Teresa.}}

 

In spite of their fears, both girls blinked.

 

&Why a physical search?&

 

{{Because I've already done a mental one, and I can't find her. Go!}}

 

Both girls raced down the hall, flying past the bewildered Bladebreakers.

 

“What's going on?!” demanded Kai when they finally reached the two remaining girls.

 

Ari and Wiz both ignored him, Wiz in favor of staring at the door as though she could see right through it and Ari . . .

 

All of them stared in disbelief at the sight of the light forming at Ari's fingertips. Never once glancing at them she focused her oddly glazed eyes on her hands, watching the light grow.

 

“Ari!” Wiz suddenly snapped. “He's leaving!”

 

Ari cursed and removed her hands- the white light never fading- only to slam them back down on the lock, causing it to explode under her touch. The instant the lock was gone Ari was one her feet, shoving the door and racing in, Wiz at her heels.

 

“Ty!” Wiz yelled and Ari cursed. Tyson was no where to be seen. On his bed was an open laptop with long cords attaching it to the TV. On the screen of the TV were three separate windows, one filled with data streams, another with what seemed to be a diagram filled with red, white, and green swirls on a black back round, and the last appeared to be a freeze frame of Teresa bound and gagged in a room somewhere.

 

“What happened to her?” demanded Ray from his position next to the gaping Max.

 

Ari looked at them blankly as though just realizing they were in the room.

 

Wiz however merely sat down in front of Tyson's laptop, uttering one word.

 

“Biovault.”

 

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Tyson appeared in Triton from seemingly nowhere, though in actuality he had been using the shadows as a means of travel. Striding directly through the small town he ignored the strange looks his attire was getting him. He was focused on only one thing. Getting Terry back.

 

More then one person blinked when he vaulted gracefully over the gate to the run down Biovault facility, ignoring the `contaminated area- keep out' signs. Nothing in there could harm him.

 

Striding towards the door he shoved the shadows into it, blowing the door off its hinges.

 

Once inside he melted into the shadows once again. Terry hadn't woken yet, so it looked like he'd be doing this the old fashioned way.

 

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Rain: I know, really short chapter, even for me. Sorry. Small writer's block- I'll work on getting over it. R&R please!