The Trials Of Love And Life

I do not own Beyblade of any of it’s characters. Any side character belongs solely to me and will not be touched or used by another.

Summary: Review to chapter 1.

Writing Style: Review to chapter1.

A/N: Kai is very confused about his feelings right now people, so don\'t blame him for still having deep feelings for Tala. He still loves Ray ... but he doesn\'t know who he REALLY loves ... yet!


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Chapter 15.


Trickling water could be heard not far away, the distant sound of footsteps across clanging metal, the hum of voices over the drum of machinery. Cold steel was pressed firmly into a chilled back, the cold air of the night dwindling through the cracks in the walls. Moonlight burst forth through these cracks, the breezy snow lit nigh falling forth to create winter wonderland.

Blinking, Ray looked away from this to focus into the darkness beyond. He squinted, eyes adjusting fast, and saw the shadows of bodies in the distance, moving like ghosts, talking fat and hushed about something unheard. He tried pulling against his binds, but they held, arms trapped above his head.

‘Where am I,’ he thought frightfully.

Someone groaned beside him and he looked down, Miguel’s past out form stirring beside him. The sandy blonde opened his bright blue eyes, his forehead dusty and molded with blood and soot. He sat up, groaning at the pain in his joints, and looked around.

“Where are we?”

“Dunno,” Ray whispered.

Miguel looked up at him.

“You okay?” Ray asked,

“Fine, a little stiff. Yourself?”

“Tied up at the moment,” said Ray sarcastically. “I haven’t seen Max, Tyson or Claud anywhere.”

“Probably have them tied up somewhere else,” Miguel said, leaning back into a stone wall. “Max ... ”

“We’ll find him, Miguel,” Ray said hopefully. “Him and the others.”

“I hope so,” Miguel whispered.

The footsteps stopped, the voices jolting into silence. Even the trickling was seemed to have stopped dripping onto the ground in fear of being heard. Miguel and Ray both leaned forward, listening intently, as a door rattled open, light invading the farthest corners of the strange warehouse, and a shadow bearing across the ground. A voice rang out low and whispering, and the door closed, the shadow vanishing.

With a whoosh, Ray let loose his breath and bowed his head, eyes sliding shut, hands aching above his head. He heard Miguel shifting beside him and looked down, the sandy blonde struggling with his bound hands to stand. He pushed against the wall and hobbled over to Ray, still slightly weak from the earlier blow.

“Is your head feeling okay?” Ray asked concerningly.

“A little sore, but I’ll live,” said Miguel. “Dammit, if my hands were just a little loser I could ... ”

He struggled with his bindings, but gave up with a disgruntled sigh and stumbled over to Ray’s side. He looked up at the neko’s chained hands, debating them, and then looked away down into the darkness where the light had come from. The trickling had started again, tinkling off pipes and onto the concrete floor.

“Annoying,” grumbled Miguel.

“Well, besides being bound up and feeling like I’ve just gotten over a major hangover, yes, that water is very annoying,” Ray said sarcastically, pulling at the chains again.

“Listen,” gasped Miguel.

The rumble of an engine roared into the factory, echoing off the many steel walls and bouncing over pipes and tubes. It died away slowly, and the tires screeched across the ground. Soon, all was silent, except for the approaching footsteps and loud voices. This time, it was far easier to hear, as both Ray and Miguel listened intently.

“Fucking bastard ... ”

“You joined, you have to get initiated ... ”

“Fuck I do. Bastard should be here to do it himself.”

The other grunted.

“Who do we ‘toy’ with first?”

“I say we play around with that little blonde boy. He looks innocent and fresh.”

Ray glanced at Miguel, who had tensed angrily and was pulling and tugging at the ropes that restrained his wrists and legs.

“What about the others?”

“Well, Mike said to just beat the two boyfriends, and then do whatever we want with the other three.”

“Sweet.”

Ray stared, wide eyed, out into the light that was now invading the factory. The two shadows appeared again, expanding across the rustic walls and over the pipes that ran along it. The door clattered closed, drowning out their words briefly, before they could be heard again.

“Right, I’m going to move that blonde guy away from he kitty.”

“You want the Cat or can I have him?”

“You’re the newbie, so you can have him.”

Ray gave Miguel and pleading look, which he returned with one of confusion and worry. He was struggling more with his binds, and scraping his feet across the ground. Ray tensed, pulling at the chains on his wrist, when the two appeared before them, faces gaunt and shallow, eyes dark and glittering with predatory. The smaller one licked his lips, nearing Ray. Miguel struggled more, but the other was advancing on him.

“Hey their blondie,” the taller one said, his white blonde hair tossed before his eyes. “Looking a little roughed up.”

“Fuck you, Spen,” Miguel snapped.

“What words,” the tall blonde laughed.

“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at, Spencer,” Miguel spat. “You can get throw from school for something like this.”

“You think I care about school,” the blonde – Spencer – said boredly.

“By your attitude I can only guess you don’t,” growled Miguel.

“Well, let’s go,” Spencer said with a loud yawn. “Okay kid, the Cat’s all yours.”

Ray stared at Miguel with pleading eyes, struggling against his chains again. Miguel gave him a pitying look and was forced away my Spencer, the tall blonde having trouble since Miguel was fighting against him. Soon, both were out of sight, and Ray’s eyes had traveled to the brunette before him, his sly grin making him feel sick. One thought ran through his mind, and his eyes watered.

‘Kai ... ’

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“Slow down.”

The engine revved higher, snow swirling off the dark road as the large black SUV roared by, grumbling down the deserted highway back into the heart of Moscow. Kai’s hands were white on the steering wheel, his eyes staring unfazed at the road. Tala sat beside him, red hair messy and tousled from sleep, but he did not look tired.

“At least go one fifty,” Tala said in a high pitched voice.

“I heard her, Tala,” Kai whispered. “She was on the phone ... she was scared.”

“Kai, she died years ago,” Tala whispered apologetically, trying not to sound rude. “It wasn’t her. Your mind was playing tricks on you.”

“I know it was her,” Kai whispered.

“You were half asleep. Tired,” Tala said.

Kai looked over at him for the first time, eyes hued with a dark shadow. It made Tala flinch and huddle away from the slate haired, looking back to the road instead of into those deep crimson eyes.

“You sure it was her?”

“Positive.”

“One hundred percent?”

“Yes, Tala, it was her,” Kai said, getting annoyed and angry. “It was her and she’s at the old warehouse on the west side.”

“I’m worried,” whispered Tala.

Kai took his hand, massaging it gently with his thumb. He kept his concentration on the road as he felt Tala’s eyes upon him. That sudden feeling of guilt entered him again, and he frowned hatefully to himself for doing this to someone he felt he was falling in love with.

“Don’t worry, Tala. Everything’s okay,” Kai whispered.

A name crossed his mind, and he sighed.

‘Ray ... ’

The lights of Moscow flared in the distance, the large city glowing with greatness. Kai rounded onto the main highway and sped off into the lights of the night clubs and bars, knowing where he was going ... and what he was probably getting himself into.

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Ray flinched, a hand stroking up his side and back down, tracing the hem of his pants, and back up across his chest, over his nipples, and onto his neck. The hand wrapped around the back side of his neck, pulling his head forward. His mouth was seized by one that was sloppy and went, untrained. He felt sick, the tears welling in his eyes.

“You taste good Kitty,” the small brunette hissed.

Ray said nothing, to afraid to speak. He could only guess, and know, who Mike was. The brunette was talking about Michael, the sadistic prick who had already attacked him twice. Why would he take Max and Tyson? And why Miguel and Claud? He knew why he was one of the chosen; because Michael was obsessed with him. And he wanted Tyson for some bet that didn’t exist. By why Max, someone who he’s never touched. And why Max and Tyson’s boyfriend’s as well?

Suddenly, he felt himself being pulled from his pants. He gasped, closing his legs together, trembling with fright, as he heard a low rumbling laugh. He was fondled, a hand squeezing at him. He whimpered in a pathetic was, a mouth closing in around him, driving deeply across his flesh, teeth scraping over the sensitive skin.

“Stop,” cried Ray, his voice high pitched and frightened.

A low rumbling along his soft sex was what he felt and he trembled, his body rejecting his every move to become aroused. He tired to pull away, but his back was flat against the post behind him, and he could not move an inch from that horrible sensation surrounding him. Ray whimpered again, eyes slamming shut to block out the image of himself being taken in the mouth of someone he didn’t even know or want to know.

“Stop ... please,” he whispered pleadingly.

The mouth was gone, replaced by a stroking hand, as the brunette looked up with bored and dull eyes.

“Please?” the brunette repeated. “No, I don’t think I will stop. You see, you may act like you don’t want it, but I know your body does.”

“No,” Ray screamed.

“Yes,” the brunette whispered back, voice husky. He looked at Ray’s erection which now stood in all it’s glory. “Look, your already dripping.”

Blushing, feeling ashamed, Ray looked away, hating his body, as a tongue swapped across the tip, clearing away the precum that had formed on his head. He felt the mouth back on him again, a tongue siding up and down, across and over, his erection’s tip. He groaned, trying to pull away but only causing the brunette’s mouth to slid down farther onto him.

“Stop it,” he whispered.

“No.”

“I don’t want this ... I don’t want you,” Ray said, tears dripping from his golden eyes.

“You may not want this ... but your body does,” said the brunette huskily.

“No,” Ray said.

He was taken to the base, a cry ripping from his throat, legs trembling as he felt like he was going to give way. A hand pressed to his thigh and he opened his eyes only a crack to watch as one leg was lifted from the ground. He felt a finger against him and gasped, pulling away from it. They moved to his sacs and fondled him, rolling the two sperm sacs in one hand.

“Stop it ... please,” Ray pleaded.

SLAP.

His face burned, an angry face only inches from his, daring eyes burning holes in his own teary gold ones. A hand clamped over his mouth, muffling his whimpering cries. The face came closer, insane green eyes flashing dangerously.

“You’re beginning to get on my fucking nerves, kid,” the brunette whispered in a deadly tone. “Shut the hell up or I’ll fucking kill you for my own pleasure.”

The hand was gone and Ray heard his voice like he’d never heard it before ... like it wasn’t his. He hadn’t heard it since he was little, since he had been nothing but a shy little boy living back in his old village with all his friend and family. He hadn’t heard it since he was only a young kitten.

“You’d kill me?”

“You’re fucking right I would,” snapped the brunette. “Now shut the fuck up while I have my fun.”

Ray fell silent, the brunette dropping between his legs again and sucking on him. He made no noise, watching with entranced eyes as he was taken back and forth, his erection appearing and disappearing into the mouth below. The tears fell in thick waves from his eyes, arms aching from the chains. He just wanted to die.

“So good,” he heard the brunette mumbled. “Just like I thought you’d taste.”

“No,” Ray whispered, eyes fluttering despite himself.

He felt his legs spread wider, a tongue flick out against his hole. He gasped, tightening the muscles to his most private sanctuary. He felt hot breath against himself, a chuckling laugh drifting up at him. He shuddered, afraid of what that meant, and felt the tongue flick out against him again. It lingered against the tight ring of muscle, making them tighter.

“Don’t,” he groaned, twisting away from the appendage.

“You’ll like it,” growled the brunette.

Ray bit his bottom lip extremely hard, drawing blood, as the tongue forced itself through his only barrier of protection. It slid within, coaxing him into cries and squirming anguish. He didn’t want it like this. He didn’t want this at all. He didn’t want this man, this pervert ... this RAPIST.

“STOP,” he yelled, as the tongue flicked against a wound sustained from his attack before, one he had told no one about ... not even Kai.

The tongue flicked against him again, making him squirm in pain. He felt the brunette grin against him as he was stroked. He hated being hard for someone who was causing him hurt. His shoulders trembled, aching from their binds, his wrists going numb from little blood circulation. He moved his fingers, but could barely feel them.

“Time for some more fun, Kitty,” hissed the brinette.

He stood in front of Ray, towering over the neko. Ray huddled back, feeling small and weak. He tried to cover himself with his legs, but all he got was a harsh bark-like laugh, a back-handed slap across the face, and painful kiss in which the brunette bit his bottom lip and made him bleed worse than before.

“Time to bleed, Kitty ... ”

‘Save me ... Kai ... save me ... ’

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“This is it,” Kai whispered, turning the engine off and staring at the factory across the road.

He shuddered at past memories, tucking them away from his own mind. He knew this place all to well, the rusted and burned walls and smoke-blackened piping bringing back the pain he hadn’t felt in years. His sister had called him ... she was inside. She was scared, alone, uncertain of what to and where to go.

He had to save her.

“Come on,” he whispered.

Tala shifted in his seat, staring at the door handle, made a decision, and opened the door and got out to stand in the cold. He shivered, pulling his thick black coat tighter to his body, and walked around to stand with Kai at the front of the dark SUV. The factory was dark, but seemed a little to lively for abandon.

“Freaky,” whispered Tala.

“Get in, get out,” Kai said.

Tala nodded, remembering those words well.

They stalked toward the dark warehouse, slinking across the grass and toward the edge of the building. They blended well with the black walls (in exception to Kai’s long white scarf) and sidled around the edge to the main entrance.

Kai put out a hand, stopping Tala, and stared ahead into the darkness. His eyes adjusted almost mechanically, pupils dilating. He focused on a dark truck in the distance, navy blue to his sight, and two people. They fazed in and out of focus as they moved, shadowed in the darkness by their black clothing.

The finally moved toward the truck, jumping into the cab and starting the engine that was almost completely silent. They pulled away, crunching over the gravel, and moved toward Kai and Tala huddled against the wall. Instantly, Kai readjusted his eyes to normal and turned to Tala, pushing him back against the wall quickly.

“Their coming this way,” he whispered quickly.

He pushed the redhead into a tight space, pulling him close to his body to fit, and watched as the truck drove by (very much navy in colour) and then disappeared down the westbound lane into Russia’s core. Once the engines rumbled had died away, Kai looked down at Tala. They focused on one another before nodding in unison and moving away from the wall toward the entrance.

“Let’s hurry,” hushed Tala.

Kai nodded silently, staring at the large sliding door before him. It was charred black from smoke and fire. Pain ran through him and he grimaced, fearing what he would see on the inside. Would he see the blood again? Would the fire consume him this time, take him like it took Mavra?

“Kai,” Tala hissed.

He shook from his thoughts, looking at the redhead who had used the service entrance. The door had been jammed open. Tala held it open for him and he entered silently, sliding the door closed behind himself. The darkness enveloped them, and his eyes dilated instantly, focusing on the greying desk and burnt chair behind it. The papers on the wall were crisped and either blackened or browned where they had burned. The doors were burnt from the bottom of the top, cracked from wear and the constantly changing weather.

“This way,” Kai whispered.

He entered through the waiting room and jumped through the glass that looked out into the factories core. The couch was completely black and charred, destroyed by the fire. He walked swiftly passed the area they had first confronted ‘them’ and walked around a rounded corner toward the old rickety metal staircase.

“It hurts ... ”

“Tala?”

“I’m here.”

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“Please, stop ... it hurts ... ”

“That,” Kai hissed.

“Yea, I heard it.”

“Look for others. Someone’s playing a sick fucking joke and I don’t like it,” Kai hissed angrily.

“Right. Be careful,” Tala whispered.

“Don’t worry,” Kai said, kissing Tala’s hand which was caressing his cheek gently. “I’ll be fine.”

The redhead nodded, bounding up the stairs silently and slinking down the hallway and into the darkness. Kai turned back to the source of noise. Grunts and moans swirling inside his head, the smell of sweat, semen and sex everywhere. His nose wrinkled in disgust, moving faster along the rounded hall. He stepped kindly over pipes and bundles of old, burned, tubing.

“AHHHHH ... Stop ... it hurts ... OUCH ... don’t,” someone cried.

Wait ... he knew that voice ...

“Ray,” he whispered.

Hatred, anger, rage, burned into him. He clenched his fists and took off around the corner at a dead run, eyes clouded over. His eyes dilated farther, focusing on a brunette in the distance. His eyes focused farther, and he caught site of tears, blood ... pain ... Ray.

“FUCKING BASTARD,” he roared.

He grabbed the brunette by the neck, tackling him to the ground. The brunette grunted in pain, slamming hard into the stone floor. Kai raised a fist, eyes widening with fury. He swung, fist connecting hard with the side of the boys jaw, the bone breaking and splintering beneath his fist, the skin stretching and cutting open under his force.

He raised his hand again, ready to punch the brunette again, when he stopped.

The sound of a match being sparked ...

The smell of fire ...

The whistle of the match dropping.

A crack of fire and the spread of hot flame.

It was back ... the monster from the past ... was back to take him ... just like Mavra.

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A/N: Oh ... I feel like stopping it there. If it’s short, I’m sorry, but I was in such a writing mood and didn’t want to stop until I found a stop of suspense and I found it. Well, Ray in being raped ... AGAIN ... and we still don’t know where Tyson, Max, Claud and Miguel are. Well, we did know where Miguel was, but now he’s been taken some where. Next chapter brings the past of Kai, Mavra and how Michael is involved, together.
To my valiant readers, enjoy. To my newbie’s, I hope you like. Remember, read and review, and I shall update upon whenever I can. Seeing as it’s Thanksgiving Day for us Canadians on Monday, I have a full free day of nothing but writing, so the next chapter will be up by Friday or Saturday depending on when I decide to post it.