Tortured Soul

Ok, chapter 13 for you, it's still a little Tysoncentric at the moment but I promise next chapter will be different. I already have it planned and hope to get it up before Thursday *Fingers crossed*.

ASOTA - Boris is like an open book isn't he! I hope this answers your query, enjoy.

Chapter 13

Tyson was released from his restraints and he dropped heavily to the floor, his guards not even bothering to hide their disappointment at loosing him as a toy. He tried to push himself up onto his feet but he just didn’t have the energy. He heard dumb and dumber sigh rather theatrically, and breathed his own sigh of relief that he would never have to experience the pear of anguish mark 2.

“Well that was kind of a let down.”

“Cheer up, maybe Boris will find someone else for us to torture.”

“Ah, that would be nice”.

Tyson grimaced in disgust at the way his captors were talking, he knew they liked pain, his body was evidence to that, but the way they were talking just brought that fact home. He was jolted from his thoughts when the two brick walls came up on either side of him and lifted him from the floor just enough to drag him from the room.

With his feet dragging along the ground behind him, they left the room of pain and headed in a direction Tyson had never been before.

“Where are you taking me?” he asked warily.

“Boss wants you treated, so we’re going to the medical bay” was the gruff reply from dumb.

Tyson allowed himself to be dragged, he was in no shape to resist against the two men dragging him. The medical bay seemed to be a long way from where they had been and Tyson was starting to drift into sleep. His body beginning to feel everything he’d been trying to hold back. He was only slightly aware of the smell as they entered the medical room, a shift from dust and blood to disinfectant and bleach. His eyes opened carefully to the harsh light of fluorescence as he was dropped on a bed.

“Patient for you doc” dumb announced after they had put him down.

“Boss wants him treated quick like, needs him fit and healthy” dumber added.

“Fine, fine, I’ll see what I can do. You two can leave.” The doctor glared at the two giants without flinching.

“What if he tries to escape? We should stay just in case” dumb said with a grin, Tyson knew that they wanted him to attempt to run, that way they could hurt him again.

“I doubt he’ll try to go anywhere” the doctor replied firmly, “I don’t think he could. Look at him, your handiwork I presume.” He looked pointedly at the two men, distaste evident in his voice and face. Dumb and dumber just smiled and stared back, no hint of remorse in their features.

“We’ll just be outside if you need us” dumb said, then the two left the room already dreaming of other people they could play with.

The doctor took in a deep breath and released it slowly, he turned to face Tyson and there was a genuine smile on his face. Tyson couldn’t help but smile back up at the man who had just given him a break from his captors.

“Now then,” the doctor said with warmth in his voice, “my name is Doctor Taylor and you are Tyson Granger correct?”

“Um yeah” Tyson replied hesitantly. “How do you know who I am?”

“Everyone who works for Boris knows who you are” Doctor Taylor replied kindly. “Now, let’s see what we can do about your wounds.”

Tyson grimaced as the doctor examined him, poking and prodding at the various cuts, bruises and burns on his body. He could hear him tut and mutter under his breath about child abuse and certain people needing to be hit by trains and he smiled while inwardly agreeing.

“How long has he been allowing this?” the doctor asked through clenched teeth.

“I’m not sure” Tyson replied honestly. “I’m not even sure how long I’ve been here”.

“Well, you have a lot of cuts and some of your burns are going to get infected if I don’t treat them. This will sting a little, but I imagine nowhere near as much the cat o’ nine tails does.”

“How do you know about that?” Tyson asked in shock.

“I see a lot of the people that the boys have worked on, I think that particular whip is their favourite” came the sad reply. Doctor Taylor moved over to a cabinet and retrieved some jars and tubes of things, he also grabbed some gauze and bandages before moving back over to Tyson’s side. After placing all the various ointments and bandages on a tray, he walked to the other side of the room and opened another cabinet, this one needing a key. Tyson’s eyes widened when he saw the light glint off something metal.

“Whoa doc, what do you plan on doing with that?” Tyson asked stupidly as he watched Doctor Taylor walk back towards him with a bottle and a rather large needle. Of course, any needle is large if you’re afraid of them.

“Relax Mr Granger, I’m just going to give you some morphine for the pain.” Doctor Taylor smiled slightly when he saw Tyson only slightly relax. He was still gripping the covers tightly enough to make his knuckles white. “I’m actually quite impressed.”

“What do you mean?” Tyson asked confused.

“Most people brought to me are unconscious or they’ve been beaten senseless. You seem to be remarkably strong willed for one so young.” While he had been talking, the doctor had been filling the syringe ready to give Tyson a shot. Watching the needle warily Tyson responded to the compliment.

“I was not gonna give that purple haired, lousy, no good, son of a bitch bastard the satisfaction of seeing me break.” Tyson said, venom in his tone.

“Good for you” said the doc while at the same time quickly sticking the needle into Tyson’s arm before he had time to process what was going on.

“Hey” Tyson said indignantly. The morphine began working quickly, spreading calm around Tyson’s body as it eased all the pain he had been feeling. “That’s kinda nice, got anymore?”

Doctor Taylor laughed, he put down the needle and picked up a tube of ointment. Removing the lid and squirting some into his gloved hands he began smoothing it onto some of Tyson’s burns. Tyson felt the cool sensation and closed his eyes, tilting his head back he breathed a grateful sigh and smiled.

“Why do you work for Boris?” he asked suddenly. “You seem like a nice person.”

“I got into some trouble in my past” the doctor replied a little sadly.

“And let me guess, Boris found out and now he uses it against you to get you to help him.” It wasn’t a question, just a statement of fact.

“It could be worse I suppose” said Doctor Taylor while still treating Tyson’s wounds. He had finished with the burns and moved onto the cuts and lesions on Tyson’s back.

“How?” Tyson asked incredulously.

“I could be in prison.” The doctor pointed out. “This way I still get to help people, and the people Boris uses really need all the help they can get.”

“I see your point” Tyson said reluctantly. “But still, this can’t be good for you. When Boris gets caught you’ll be in trouble too.”

“Believe it or not Mr Granger, I want Boris to get caught. I’ve seen the things he does, the things his little minions do and to tell you the truth, it horrifies me.”

“So why don’t you do something about it?”

“I can’t. Just as you are trapped, so am I”.

The door to the medical room opened, both Tyson and the doctor looked up to see Boris enter. Tyson just wanted to wipe the smug look off of his face, Boris knew he had won and he was flaunting it. ‘One of these days Boris’ Tyson thought already running a plan through his head ‘one of these days you are going to lose’.

“So doctor,” Boris began, all fake charm and smiles “how is the patient doing? Can he launch a beyblade?”

“Not yet. He will need at least a day to recover from his other…treatments, if not more.” Replied Doctor Taylor, not fazed in the least by Boris’s tone.

“I don’t want to wait a day doctor” Boris said warningly.

“I’m sorry sir but that is my recommendation. He needs rest, time to regain his strength and time to let his wounds heal. I would prefer him to have more time but knowing your reluctance a day is the least you should give him. I really must insist upon it.” The doctor looked at Boris unwaveringly. Boris smiled reluctantly and glared at the doctor.

“Very well, if you think that would be best.” Boris’s voice held a trace a menace, Doctor Taylor was in for some suffering for this.

“I do sir”.

“Nick, Mike take Tyson to his new room and let him get settled. Make sure his clothes are there for him cleaned and pressed.” Boris turned away from Tyson to face the doctor already anticipating the punishments he was going to inflict upon the man for messing up his schedule.

“Boris” Tyson’s voice surprised the purple haired man and he swung back around to face the bluenette. “Where is Daichi?”

“He is safe, I assure you Tyson.” Boris’s voice was back to its usual tone, oozing charm.

“Yea right. Like I’m gonna trust you, I want him where I can see him, where I can keep an eye on him. I want him in the same room as me, away from you and them.” Tyson held his ground, staring defiantly up at the purple haired man. He saw the muscles in Boris’s face tense slightly, almost imperceptibly before the man smiled again and spoke calmly.

“Very well Tyson, Daichi will be brought to your room where you can keep an eye on him. He will remain there for your day of rest after that he will be moved to the cells, agreed?” Boris asked the teen.

“Fine, it’ll do for now” came Tyson’s clipped reply.

“Make sure they both get there in one piece” Boris told his men and turned back to the doctor, effectively dismissing them. Tyson glanced quickly at the kind man who had helped him and felt his stomach clench. He was going to get into trouble and it was Tyson’s fault, sort of, just another thing to add to the list of what Boris would pay for when he got away. He could hear Boris’s voice as he was marched out of the door and towards his new accommodation.

“Now doctor, about your tone…”

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Boris walked into the lab wiping his hands with a handkerchief. The lab techs took no notice, they had learned long ago not to notice things that obviously didn’t concern them.

“Will releasing Daichi from the machine harm the input?” Boris asked, no small talk just down to business.

“No sir” came the reply from the head technician. “Just by being in the machine for a few hours, he’s doubled the strength of the bit beast. It’s amazing how much energy and spirit the boy has, we never could have measured it.”

“So the results are favourable then?”

“More than favourable sir. Given a day or two to regain some energy, I’m sure the boy could double the power of all the bit beasts.”

“Good” a new plan was forming in Boris’s evil mind. Tyson may have done him a favour by demanding Daichi be placed in his care. He knew now that he could afford to let Daichi recover some strength, it would be that much better when they put him back in the machine. Boris was sure that given just one taste of the power he could offer, Tyson would willingly join him and leave Daichi to his fate. And with Tyson on his side, the world would fall at his feet begging for his mercy.

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Tyson was lead to a nicer part of the building, it was quiet and he saw nobody in the corridors. He almost walked into the back of dumber when the big man stopped suddenly in front of a door.

“This is your new room, your stuff’s already here and there are towels in the bathroom.” Dumber said petulantly, sounding more like a five year old than the mountain he was.

“What about Daichi?” Tyson asked without moving towards the door. He saw his guards visibly hold back from hitting him before answering.

“I’m gonna go get him now” said dumb.

“You needn’t get any ideas either” added dumber, “I’m staying here to guard the door.” Tyson scowled at them and walked forward, grasping the door handle he took a deep breath before opening the door, expecting the worst.

He was pleasantly surprised when he entered the room. There were two large windows on one wall letting in a lot of light which he was grateful for. After being stuck in a cell for who knew how long with only the barest amount of sunlight, anything more would have been nice. He walked over to the windows and looked out at the grounds below, trying to figure out where he was, whether he was even still in the city. There were bars on the windows, just in case he had been thinking of jumping the two storeys to the ground below.

Tyson took in a deep breath and then blew his hair out of his face, they hadn’t let him keep it tied back so it was everywhere and greasy too he noted with distaste. Turning around he took in the rest of the room, there was a double bed just to his right and a smaller single bed against the left wall. The single bed was obviously an addition meant just for Daichi. Next to the door that led to the hall was a chest of drawers, Tyson walked over to them and opened the top drawer. He was surprised when he saw his clothes washed, pressed and neatly folded away.

‘It’ll be nice to get out of these nasty things’ he thought happily. He noticed the door in the wall to his right and walked towards it, opening it carefully he poked his head inside and quickly pushed the door wide when he realised it was a bathroom. Towels hung from the walls, there was even a toothbrush for him in a cup on the sink. ‘Just how long has Boris been planning this?’ Tyson thought quickly. He was debating whether or not to have a shower when the other door to his room opened and dumb walked in carrying an unconscious Daichi.

All thoughts of a shower fled Tyson’s mind as he watched the giant drop Daichi onto the single bed. Dumb turned to look at him, scowled and then left the room almost slamming the door behind him. Tyson rushed over to Daichi’s side, fear coursing through him at the sight of his team mates pale complexion.

“Daichi. Talk to me little buddy. Daichi.” Tyson rested his hands on Daichi’s shoulders and shook him gently, wanting to try and wake him but afraid that he might inadvertently cause him pain. “Daichi, please speak to me.” Tyson was close to tears. The small body moved slightly, the eyelids flickered and it took in a deep breath. Daichi’s eyes open just a fraction, they seemed to see Tyson and a smile formed on the young bladers lips.

“Fo…found…you” Daichi said brokenly, his words barely audible. Tyson managed a smile before Daichi returned to the land of unconsciousness. Tears running down his cheeks, Tyson walked to the double bed meant for him. He crawled onto the soft mattress and buried his face in a pillow, allowing the tears to fall and the sobs to escape him but not loud enough for the creeps outside to hear.

When his body seemed like it could cry no more, he turned onto his side waiting for sleep to overtake him. Half awake and half into blissful unconsciousness he spoke to the quiet room.

“Kai forgive me. Please forgive me. I don’t want to help him, God knows I don’t want to help him but I have to. I have no choice. Please forgive me.” New tears ran down Tyson’s already damp cheeks as he was claimed by his dreams.