Vengeance?
Right well this is my new fic.
Disclaimer: I'll only say this once, I don't own anything related to Beyblade.
Summary: The main plot is, the scene starts when Tyson (bleh) beats Tala (how the hell did that happen?) at the end of the world championships-yadda yadda yadda. Then Voltaire threatens Dickinson that he will kill everyone that went against his plan to rule over the world (mainly the blade breakers) he buys this 'potion' if you want to call it that, which can change him back to being a teenager. Dickinson finds out about this 'potion' and him and Tyson's granddad take it, and go to school in Japan (nobody knows that they have all become young again) and Voltaire is on the loose and NOT happy! It's got lots of killing once the plot thickens, and there is something more than just Voltaire doing all the evil. Some pairings too.
Chapter 1- The first step (prologue)
"And the third round goes to… Tyson of the Bladebreakers! And it's all over; we have a new world champion!" Jazz man roared excitedly over the ecstatic stadium crowd.
In the stands, watching the fall of his power had been Voltaire. "I cannot believe this, such insolence!" he grumbled furiously banging his fist down on the plastic chair. "All my hard work, those kids shall pay!" An elderly man dressed in a bottle green suit, with a bowler hat walked slowly over to Voltaire, balancing with his wooden walking stick.
"You see Voltaire, we win, and you shall now go to prison, where you belong" He beamed proudly.
"This is not over Dickinson; I have ways where I will be back. Mark my words, I will get my revenge, and when I do those bratty boys, you call the Blade breakers will all be dead. Soon, very soon."
With that Voltaire laughed manically and surrounded by his black suited body guards exited the stadium promptly.
Dickinson's face was set in a worried expression as he turned to discuss his fears with Tyson's Grandpa and Tyson's dad who were sitting with him.
"That dude is one crazy grouch, my homies" Tyson's Grandpa growled. "Yes, quite right. I fear the worst; I think the boys are in grave danger. We have to protect them." Dickinson informed the other two.
"With all due respect Mr Dickinson, are you sure Voltaire is not just bluffing or blowing hot air" Tyson's father questioned.
"We will soon see Kieran, I have my inside sources with Voltaire" Mr Dickinson explained.
"Too true, Voltaire doesn't know what's coming dudes. But for now, we should celebrate the T-man's victory."
Kai watched as everyone celebrated, he knew he was being awkward by not joining in what Tyson thought was a 'joyous occasion' or really what everyone thought. But he didn't care; he wasn't in the partying mood. When was he ever come to think of it? Something just didn't feel quite right. It was good to have Dranzer back, but Voltaire was still on the loose. There was no stopping his grandfather; he knew that was almost impossible.
The stadium had begun to filter out, and after an hour the only people left were the blade breakers, demolition boys and their companions. Mr Dickinson walked up to the group and once again congratulated them. Then his tone became more serious and he turned his attention to the demolition boys, who were sat in the corner looking humiliated after their defeat.
"Boys, I'm afraid due to the evidence found against Bio-Volt you will no longer be returning to Blakov Abbey nor will you be under the care of Voltaire or Boris any longer. Until further plans can be made for you four, you will be under my care for the next few months and will be attending school in Japan, with the bladebreakers."
All the boys snapped their full attention to Dickinson. "WHAT" Tyson screamed outraged. "We're world champions and you expect us to go to school?" He snorted cockily.
"Little dude, learning is wise. Me and your homeboy went to school back in our days. It's what the chicks love." Tyson's Grandpa said enthusiastically.
Kai snorted out loud and rolled his eyes. This guy really did think he was all that, what was up with the granddad? He was worse than Tyson for Christ sake. Another words from that freak and he was ready to burst in agitation.
Everyone looked over to the outburst that had come from Kai. Max, Ray and the demolition boys all smirked, knowing what Kai had been thinking. Tyson however turned to Kai, waiting for something more, "What was that for Kai?" he asked. Kai sent a deadly glare towards Tyson, which abruptly shut the boy up.
"Yes, yes so as I was saying we shall be leaving tomorrow morning. Demolition Boys, you are also unable to collect your things from the Abbey"
"What!" Tala spoke out furiously. "So what about our possessions then?" There were similar feelings from the other three who gave small grunts and nods in agreement with Tala.
"Very well then, Mr Granger and some other adults will go and retrieve your things, I want everyone ready by 9am sharp. And yes that includes you too Tyson" Mr Dickinson finished.
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"You may come"
The large oak door slowly opened and a blond haired, suited man entered into the smartly furnished office. Voltaire sat behind his desk in a large expensive leather seat.
"I have found someone" the blonde spoke, choosing his words carefully.
"Let him enter"
An old man with a hunched back appeared from behind the door. His hair was grey and overgrown, it stuck plastered to his head and his beard was also in the same situation, unwashed and greasy. Clenching his leg that was covered in rags he limped across the carpeted floor leaving behind trails of dirt prints. The man stood near the edge of the mahogany desk, holding out his hand in greeting. Voltaire glared at the man in disgust not offering a greeting back.
"Do you have what I require?" Voltaire questioned coldly. The ragged man shifted uncomfortably.
"Yes, Mr Voltaire. Sir" He bickered, pulling out a small blue tube which was tightly sealed.
"How do I know this is not just some joke?" Voltaire interrogated eyeing the man suspiciously.
"No sir, it is real. I will give you a trial for no cost" He answered.
"Very well, we will see how real this is. You. Bring me the guinea pig" He ordered pointing at one of his suited body guards. After a moment, a tied up Boris was hauled into the small lush room. Boris was out cold, his face bruised, his lip dripping with blood. He did not protest when drops of the blue liquid were forced down his throat. Boris immediately began to cough up blood and violently threw up green chunks that looked like cut up pieces of organs, which were bathed in a grotesque yellow liquid. As his body calmed from the spasm, the change was visible. His skin was no longer wrinkled but fresh and young. His purple bangs now hung in straight curtains beside his face. He was merely a boy of seventeen or eighteen at the most.
"Remarkable" Voltaire commented, "Simply perfect for my plan, how much?"
"$600 for the bottle, along with this paper weight" The merchant replied nodding towards an antique lying on Voltaire's desk.
"$200 or nothing" Voltaire patronised coolly.
"Listen here mister. This stuff's worth a lot more out on the black market. I'll accept no less than $400!"
Black suits surrounded the merchant and lifted him easily from the ground.
"Take him away, tie him up, and leave him for dead. Out in this weather he will never last" Voltaire ordered, laughing wickedly as the old man attempted to free himself from the tight grip of the body guards.
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At the Blade breakers hotel the party was in full swing. Tyson scoffed the last chicken, which was left on the buffet table that had been set for over a hundred people.
"TYSON! There's nothing left to eat. You didn't even leave the sugar cubes for me!" max whined.
Tala watched from the corner he was seated in, as Tyson described his victory for the hundredth time. Tala scowled. He was sick and tired of that oversized brat. He couldn't believe he had to stay with him for the next few months. Even though Kai had betrayed the Demolition Boys, Tala understood Kai's loathing for the boy at the buffet table. How did the blonde put up with him?
Just as Tala was deciding on whether to get some sleep or stay and watch the celebration for defeating himself, he noticed a small commotion occurring by the hotel backdoor that was a few feet away from him. He watched intently. Mr Dickinson was rushing out, with Tyson's granddad and dad. Tala stealthily moved nearer to the door, and crept into the shadows outside. He stood against the wall, watching the scene. An old beggar looking man covered in snow and frost bites was crawling on the floor helplessly. Tyson's dad helped him into a standing position and propped the hobo against his shoulder. Tala couldn't quite hear the full conversation. Moving closer to the trio would cause him to be uncovered and he couldn't risk letting himself be discovered. Tala squinted; he could make out the old man handing over a blue tube to Mr Dickinson.
"Make you young! You must protect them! You must! He is after them! After them I tell you! Voltaire has...the…anti-aging synthesis, he will kill you all!" The old man had become quite hysterical at this point, his voice was rising and Mr Granger was trying to sustain calm. All of a sudden the man fell limp on the floor, and Tala made out Mr Granger say something along the lines of "Oh my, he's dead"
This was interesting. The trio of adults had begun to walk towards the hotel. Tala followed. Their voices were hushed and Tala could no longer hear what they were discussing. At the reception desk, Mr Dickinson asked for his room key and Tala heard the number 101. He had to find out what this was all about. The group of adults made their way to the elevator. Tala had other plans. He quickly took the stairs three at a time and rushed to his room. Quickly he opened the door to the balcony and began to climb over the ledge. Room 101 was 3 ledges away. Tala began to jump over the ledges with such secrecy that not a sound was made. Just as Tala pulled himself up onto the balcony of room 101, the light inside the room turned on. Tala remained hidden in the shadows, closely listening to the noise inside the room. If only he could get closer. Swiftly he took a glance into the sitting room. No one was there. The voices came from the bedroom. Tala decided to chance it and cautiously skulked into the well-furnished room. A large velvet curtain hung from the other window, which was almost next to the bedroom. Perfect. Tala quietly hid behind the veil and listened to the voices that could be heard from the bedroom.
"How do we know this is real?" Tyson's dad was saying in a serious tone.
"I'm afraid we don't" Dickinson replied. "We could at least give it a try though" he continued. "Me and Rob here will take it. Kieran you must look after the boys. You are the only one to know about this, we must not tell anyone or things could go wrong"
"Sure thing, dude" Tyson's grandpa who Dickinson called 'rob' answered.
"On three now…"
Tala's heart raced. On three? What was going to happen? Carefully he looked out from his haven and peered through the open bedroom door. Both Mr Dickinson and Tyson's grandpa had drunk from the small blue tube. Nothing happened. Then all of a sudden Tyson's grandpa grabbed onto the table and wobbled as though he was drunk. He began to throw up what seemed to be brown and green pieces. Tala looked away as he saw the same thing happen to Mr Dickinson. The sight was disgusting and the smell was causing Tala to feel nauseous. Without waiting to see what was going to happen, Tala made his way out of the room and on to the balcony. Cursing he knew he had just missed something important. But he knew he would have blacked out if he had stayed a second longer. He gazed out to the cold Moscow sky, whatever had happened would be made clear in the morning. He would just have to be patient and wait it out for now.
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Ok that's finished
Hope you enjoyed, the story will heat up in the next few chapters, this was merely a taster.
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