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Recover	By : Cepheus Category: Beyblade > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2810 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue: Offerings
- 2-Realizations
- 1
- 2
Note: now the normal
speaking is Russian. The other languages are underlined.

Note2: I have nothing
against Russian Police, or police from other states. It�s just needed for the
fic, so please refrain from complaining or flaming about it. Thanks.

Cepheus: this is the first chapter. I hope
you will like, since it took me so long to figure out how to continue� :)

One more thing. I don�t know
Spencer�s real surname so I made it up. Don�t blame it on me!

��

Rating: M.

Summary: five months after the tournament
the D-Boys are faced with a desperate situation� (TalaKai, Yaoi, Kai!centric)

Warning: will contain strong themes, male
x male characters, rape, minor, non�con, and many others. Please refrain
yourself from flaming.

Disclaimer: I don�t own BeyBlade, if I did
the anime would be yaoi and the manga would be cooler and with a much better
plot.

�Talking�

�Thinking�

�Talking into other languages�

�Dreams sequences, flashbacks,
memories�

��

Recover

Chapter 01: Realizations

The world was unfocused for him, nothing but a blur of everything and it
hurt.

His breathing was ragged, his entire body feeling weak, so weak and
tired and heavy, especially heavy,
so much he could not even lift his head anymore� why would he want to? The
sight, he could not stand.

Defeated, since what had happened earlier, where nothing more had a
meaning, as he was too tired to fight for his rights, too tired even to care�

�1.500.000!�

�1.600.000!�

�2.000.000!�

Numbers rolling off in the air, echoing around him, in his head,
vibrating in his entire being, sending shudders and twinges through his frame;
his eyes were partially closed, crimson orbs barely holding onto consciousness as
the world around him disappeared into shadows and shapes.

Words, and voices, and blurry colours� and pain.

He could do nothing.

Everything was spinning out of control, the voices mixing together in
one loud scream, the noises blending together and hurting his ears, making him
want to cry out, cry with all the breath that was left, but he couldn�t and the
voices continued yelling

Harder

Stronger

Voices rising in volume

Hands rising

More numbers, more confusion

Until he could no longer understand, no longer care� because everything
had shattered away.

He didn�t want to focus on them, knowing what they meant and that it was
him. He was the one in the spotlights, flashing above a world of darkness where
the voices were.

Pain�

More voices, then cheering hat deafened him almost completely� not able
to tune everything away, as he was the prize.

Not someone anymore, but a thing.

And nothing belonged to him anymore� not even his own self.

Giving up hope

Giving up his soul

There was nothing to do.

Crimson unfocused eyes opened to the nothingness�

�Sold!�

� and his mind blanked out.

��

Riiiiinnnng!

A high piercing sound shattered
the silence in the room, breaking the concentration of the red haired teen who
was comfortably sprawled on the couch with a book in his hands; on the table
next to him there was a glass filled with vodka, from which he took a sip every
now and then.

He had no fear of getting drunk,
since his tolerability level was really high.

Growling deeply in his throat in
annoyance, he pushed away the bangs from his eyes and glared up at the ringing
phone with hatred, since he had been so into his book he didn�t want to drop it
to answer.

The noisy object had the decency
to ignore his glare and keep on ringing, much to the teen�s utter displeasure.

Gathering some strength, he
cleared his throat, �Spencer! Ian! The phone!� azure icy orbs scanned the room
he was in, searching for the familiar figures of his two friends; he found them
next to the other couch �well, he found Spencer at least. Ian was probably
hidden by said couch, but Tala was actually certain the shrimp was there as
well.

Riiiinnnnnng!

�Sorry Tala, I�m busy� was the
curt reply of the blond teen, followed by a little wave with his hand, as he
didn�t even bother turning around.

Saying there was silence in the
room had in truth being an understatement, since Tala was aware of the
background coming from the GameCube of the two. He was too used to it to take
notice, and it didn�t bother him at all.

Spencer and Ian loved to challenge
one another with some game.

�Same here!� Ian piped in, letting
Tala know he was there as well, just as he had suspected, behind the couch.
�Ha! I won!�

Riiiinnnnnng!

�Bryan, would you�� Tala begged,
trying with his last resource, though he couldn�t see the lilac haired blader
anywhere.

�No way! I�m going to have a
shower! If it�s for me, I�m not home!� the Falcon�s voice came from somewhere
in the corridor, but his remark was partially a joke. No one ever called the
Demolition Boys, apart some rare calls from those unfortunate people that
wanted to make some commercial calls.

Of course, after the first tries,
they had stopped. Maybe the first four passed on the news to the others�

Anyway, apart those, no one had
their phone number, and Mr. Dickinson only called once par week.

Tala glanced out of the door
straining his neck, and caught a glimpse of Bryan�s half naked body pass there
with a towel in the direction of the bathroom. He half shuddered, even if he
was used by now to scenes like that one.

Riiiinnnnnng!

The damn thing was still ringing,
and Tala swore with all his might that if it happened to be Tyson, he would cut
his guts away once for all. Yes, because the loud Japanese teen had somehow
managed to get his hands on their number (how, no one knew), and sometimes he
liked to call them.

Or, as Tala put it, torture them.

Effectively, that made the number
of people who knew their number increase to� two, Tala mused.

Since no one was willing to answer
to the damn phone, Tala sighed and forced himself up �not before placing a
bookmark so not to lose his page. Mourning the loss of his comfortable spot on
the couch, the red head made his way towards the phone and picked it up,
preparing himself to shout to the poor person on the other end.

�That�s not fair! You cheated!�
Ian whined; he was clutching the control pad like an anchor against his chest,
his expression priceless in his fake hurt, pouting.

Spencer rolled his eyes at his
friend�s antics, �I did not,� then he
smirked smugly, �but if you really think that, I may feel so hurt I won�t play
with you again�� he looked pointedly at his friend, placing his own control pad
on the floor.

Ian�s eyes widened almost
comically, �no! Please!� he grabbed Spencer�s shirt and stared up pleadingly at
the older teen, �I�ll be nice! One more game!�

Spencer sighed in fake resignation
and picked the control pad up again; before they could start another game
however, something in Tala�s stance attracted their attention.

Whilst he�d picked up the receiver
with the sole intention to bite off the head of the one on the other end, now
the redhead stood tense and stiff as he listened to whoever was speaking to
him, azure orbs flickering with confusion.

�Yes, we are the Demolition Boys,�
Tala�s voice was serious as he spoke. A small frown was gracing his features.
�No� this apartment is signed under the name of Spencer Vulkstov� yes, Mr.
Stanley Dickinson� President of the BeyBlade Battle Association��

Ian frowned at him �Tala? What��

Tala hushed him with his hand
without looking up. �If it�s something really important, then� yes, I
understand. Maximum reserve, I am aware of that. We will be there soon, sir�.

After a moment Tala placed down
the receiver and turned towards Spencer and Ian, his frown still clear, eyes
filled with clear confusion, the azure darker than usual.

�Tala? Is something the matter?
Who was on the phone?� Spencer turned towards his captain, game forgotten as he
waited for an answer. Ian peered from behind the couch, equally perplexed.

�It was� it was an officer� said
his name was Vassilj,� Tala sighed as he massaged the brink of his nose �he
didn�t like being confused. �He asked if we could go to the police station,
because he has something he wants to talk with us about� something that
concerns us as a team,� he shrugged in helplessness, biting his lower lip.

�What is it then?� Ian wondered.

Tala could only shake his head.

Bryan peered inside the room;
despite his former hurry to take a shower, he�d stopped behind the wall to
listen, and now he stood there, waiting, his towel still around his neck. The
expression in Tala�s eyes was a mix of perplexity, curiosity and even anxiety;
Balkov Abbey was known for its dirty affairs, and the Demolition Boys had been
involved in some of them.

Even if the traces were kept well
hidden or effectively erased, there was still a chance they could be called to
answer some questions about that�

But Tala wasn�t sure about it. The
tone the man�s voice had� it was something he could not place. It wasn�t
angered, or tense. It was almost� sad, in a way.

Tala shuddered, a sudden feeling
of dread hitting the back of his mind.

�Let�s go, then� he stated.

The others nodded.

��

A hour later, the four teens found
themselves staring up at the police station, none of them willing to even enter
it; the building was just like every other around them, tall and of a greyish
colour, with a big sign in Russian and a few writings on the walls, some not
nice at all.

The Demolition Boys stood there
for a while, grimacing as they stared at the people entering and leaving from
the station.

The Abbey had always controlled a
racket of black market, half the time corrupting some police officers and
making sure no one would come in and arrest them all, and of course the
Demolition Boys had been many times into that as well, doing business for Boris
and Voltaire, using the fa�ade of a BeyBlade team to finish the illegal
business without anyone knowing.

So, the police was a something
none of them was that thrilled to meet, not even now that they were out of Boris�s
control.

No matter if they were �clean� for
the authorities�

Still, they hated that place,
partially because of the corruption �after all, who would believe in justice,
when they met everyday some officers who gladly accepted Voltaire�s money?

They surely didn�t. Not anymore.

After some minutes, Tala was the
one to shook the others from their broodings and push them inside the station,
looking around in uncertainty (even though on the outside they were just as
cold as the team seemed to everyone else).

The place was filled with officers
and policemen, all busy speaking with people, or moving around like busy ants
in an anthill �some roughly pushing handcuffed men in front of them, some
talking to each other, some writing down stuff at their desks, all of them
looking determinate and serious.

All in all, the place was almost
intimidating, even though normally a police station should have been a place
where people could feel at ease, but the four teens were not impressed �they
had grown up at the Abbey, nothing like this would ever trouble them.

Moving down the entrance in the
main corridor, with Tala first, the team walked stiffly towards the information
desk, that was just before a staircase leading to the first floor; passing near
many officers, the four had the distinct impression they were being stared at,
but they simply ignored it.

After all, many of the police
officers inside the place were under the control of Voltaire, or had been� it
was obvious they were now concerned about themselves� but none of this mattered
to Tala and the others. They were there for another thing entirely.

Reaching the information desk,
they found a young woman on her thirties, dressed with the classical uniform of
the Russian police, that was babbling something over the phone with a grimace;
she looked pretty angered at whoever was on the other end, but still absolutely
professional.

The moment her glance turned
towards them, her brown eyes narrowed a bit, and her lips curved into a gelid
smile �though her face morphed into a much well�practiced but at the same time
fake sweetness.

With some words to the phone she
placed the receiver down and turned her attention towards them.

�Can I do something for you,
boys?�

Spencer was the oldest, but he
allowed Tala to go on, knowing he would get what he wanted more easily than
him; the red head leaned on the counter with practiced ease, his chin on his
hand, staring with emotionless eyes at the woman, who despite her apparent
coldness, shuddered under the glare.

�We were requested here from Mr.
Vassilj,� Tala smiled just as coldly as the woman had before, his voice as
chilling as ice.

The inexpressive brown eyes of the
woman turned into warmer ones, as her smile turned a bit truer. �Oh, it must be
you then,� she commented levelly, before pointing towards the stairs. �Second
floor, the last room down the corridor� you can�t be wrong�.

Noticing the change of acting but
not caring one bit, Tala nodded passively and lead the way upstairs, the four
not speaking as they reached the second floor.

The second floor was much
different than the other one, with various corridors leading to many closed
doors, all looking plain and uninteresting; the walls were a bit ruined on the
corners, maybe in need of a bit of paint.

As they moved forwards, they
noticed some of the doors were opened a bit, but what they glimpsed inside was
far from nice, so much they never looked twice at either of them.

Finally reaching the end of the
corridor, Tala signalled the rest of the team to prepare themselves as he moved
forwards, knocking on the door; a deep voice answered so he slowly pushed it
open.

What was inside surprised the
teens just a bit.

The office was quite bare, with no
furniture on the walls, that were ruined and a bit old; there was a table right
in front of the door facing it, with some chairs, and a file against the
nearest wall.

The window at their right was
facing a parking lot they had to pass to reach the police station, and next to
it, another grey building; the sky was tinged with dark clouds, signalling the
weather was changing for the worst.

Ian grimaced, as he�d forgotten to
take an umbrella with him.

On the table there were piles of
papers and some pens, files opened and closed, and some other random things.

Sitting on the other end, facing
them with serious face, there was a man around thirty�one, thirty�four years
old, who looked relaxed and at ease, despite the usual tension that hung around
the police station and that the teens felt on their way up there.

The man was at least a head taller
than Spencer, and that meant he was tall;
he had unruly brownish hair, their colour going towards a dark blond, falling
in front of his eyes, but he didn�t bother brushing it away.

His eyes were of a deep brown,
almost of a chocolate shade, and he was wearing a simple clear blue shirt and a
pair of dark blue jeans �not at all what one would call a police member. He
didn�t look like an officer.

Of all the things they were
expecting, this wasn�t even on the list.

More so, he was actually smiling,
something that immediately excluded that man from all the other policemen the
teens had ever seen before �he was out of place, completely out of place.

The moment the chocolate eyes
moved onto them, Vassilj �it had to be him, after all� stood up and smiled,
motioning for them to sit on the chairs in front of him, his reassuring smile
not wavering at the sight of their emotionless faces.

Tala, Bryan, Spencer and Ian sat
carefully down, a bit impressed this man was actually resisting to their glares.

He never moved his eyes from them,
and as uncomfortable as it was, never did theirs.

For a few moments, no one spoke,
the silence covering them like a blanket, then the brown haired man cleared his
throat, his eyes shifting from one to the other as if searching for something;
his glance stopped for a second over Spencer, assessing him as the older one,
but then he turned towards Tala, as if sensing he was the leader of the group,
and only then did he speak.

�I know you must be wondering how
I got my hands on your phone number, and why I called you,� he sighed deeply,
closing briefly his eyes before opening them again. �First of all, I will
present myself �my name is Vassilj, and I work for the Russian section of the
Interpol�.

Tala�s blue eyes narrowed that
instant, glaring at the man, �Russia never accepted to be part of the
Interpol,� he hissed.

The man nodded with a small smile;
he knew he had some explaining to do before he could proceed further, and he
had to gain at least the acceptation of those teens if not their trust.

�I am aware of that. What I am
about to reveal you is reserved information, but in such circumstances as
these, I am forced to tell you this�.

His eyes sharpened and darkened a
bit.

�I know you will be silent about
what I say, and that everything will stay between these four walls�.

His voice was grave, and his
seriousness and change of attitude caught the interest of the four Demolition
Boys. Tala nodded curtly, and so did the others.

The man was asking them something,
but it was not trust� it was� complicity, but not that entirely. What he was
asking them was secrecy, and that was something they could do.

Vassilj leaned back on his chair
again, as if contemplating this acceptation, before he nodded as well.

�Let me say I know about your past
at the Abbey, and I know of the state of corruption that ties that place so
tightly with the Russian police,� he took notice of their stiffening at the
mention of the abbey, but said nothing more about it. Instead, he continued
speaking as if nothing was wrong, his tone peaceful and calm.

Tala�s eyes narrowed again �there
were few that really knew about the corruption of the police by Voltaire and
Boris� hands, and the illegal traffics, now of public domain, had never showed
any of these connections at all.

�I didn�t call you there because
of this, however� Vassilj placed his elbows on the table and his chin on his
hands, his penetrating eyes fixed on them.

�The Russian police has been
corrupted long since Voltaire and Boris, and it was something that, despite
never being spoken loudly about, was known by the Russian authorities. Though,
there was not enough proof of such decay, so some years ago, to prevent more
problems, against it, a department was created, a small department that agreed
with the Interpol, albeit secretly. The news was never divulged� and I work for
that department�.

To say the Demolition Boys were
shocked was an understatement; this was something they were not expecting, and
such statement sounded� false.

A secret department of the Russian
police that was working with the Interpol? No, this was not possible. America
and Russia were enemies, fierce enemies, that hated each other; they would
never trust the other enough to sign an alliance with one another�

Russia had rejected the Interpol
offer to join forces because of that, so how was it possible that now the
authorities had done such a deal?

But still�

The Demolition Boys had been good
in recognizing lies and truths� a person�s face, his eyes, was enough for them to know. And this guy� his eyes were
speaking the truth.

Was it possible then?

On his part, Vassilj could see the
tension and the carefulness of the teens in front of him; he could almost hear
their thoughts about how Russia and America could never work together� and in a
way it was like this.

A few Russian policemen were
willing to work next to European and American ones, but the few that could, did
it, if only to fight against the dishonesty of the officers. It was a way like
another to stop them from the corruption.

Sighing slightly, he leaned on his
chair again and bit his lip �he had yet to start and explain why he�d called
them here, and he was not one to stay still for too long� though, this was a delicate
case and he had to give them a serious explanation before taking them to�

�But now, I am going to ask for
some attention, since what I am going to tell is not a joke� he proceeded, eyes
glinting with seriousness. �For the last few years, I�ve been working on a
specific case, and only a few days ago my group and I were finally able to
solve at least a part of it� when taking care of some smaller details, we found
something that relates you at the case, and I wanted to confirm my suspicions
before continuing�.

He stood up, staring out of the window
and giving his back to the teens, who used that moment to share a look; they
were confused about what could relate them to something like this, since the
Abbey was used to erase completely all the proof�

Bryan stared hard at Tala, who
shook his head almost imperceptibly. �Let�s
wait, I don�t think it�s something that will end up against us� he
communicated with his icy eyes.

Bryan nodded.

�What I am talking about is
similar, speaking about secrecy, to how the Abbey itself was used to work, so I
am sure you will understand the level of hard work we had to invest to be sure
to take down that business� Vassilj sighed tiredly. �It took us years to take
down only a quarter of it, and this is where you come into the picture��

Tala nodded, still not understanding,
but willingly to cooperate in order to get out of there faster. He knew they
had sworn secrecy and he was not going to blast their cover down, but he wanted
to end this thing and go back home.

�Basically, you are not forced to follow
me, but it would be of a great help if you would� Vassilj turned again, and his
eyes were filled with something that to Tala looked like� concern? �Because I
have the feeling that you would resolve everything a lot faster that we would
be able to�.

Tala frowned, he still couldn�t
understand a damn thing, nor could the others.

�We will follow you� he stated, determined
into going to the bottom of the situation. �Can�t you explain us at least what
you want us to do?�

Vassilj shook his head slightly;
he wanted to take things calmly.

�You will find out soon enough� he
stated, moving towards the door. �Please, follow me out; it will be a short
trip to where we have to go�.

The four teens stood up as well,
knowing they had agreed with him and now had to see where this would be leading
them; though, they were ready for anything that could be thrown towards them,
and now were particularly curious as to what would require their presence.

Vassilj exited the room and was
soon followed by them, Tala stopping Bryan with a motion of his hand to mutter
something to him in a hushed tone.

�Let�s keep an eye on him no
matter what, I am not entirely sure this is real,� the redhead grimaced.

As they walked out of the police
station, the four teens could clearly see the glares the various officers threw
Vassilj as he passed, and could only think he had probably shown himself as
incorruptible to them, so now they stared at him with hatred.

The only one that wasn�t glaring
as they passed, following him outside, was the woman at the information desk,
who instead smiled pleasantly at them.

Finally leaving, feeling more
relaxed the moment they stepped out of the building, Tala and the other three
were not surprised to see Vassilj waiting for them next to a normal police car,
staring at them and motioning them to sit down.

Spencer shared a look with Tala,
before sitting in the front seat, next to the driving Vassilj; Tala, Bryan and
Ian sat down in the back of the car, feeling vaguely uneasy even though they
were apparently not suspected of any illegal affair �at least for now.

No one of them spoke as Vassilj
drove down the busied streets of Moscow, not bothering to start a conversation
as he knew what was going to happen would probably shock the teens, if they
really were who he thought they were.

Meanwhile, the Demolition Boys
were left to think about what had transpired from their brief conversation, and
about what would wait them, wherever they were going; surely enough this whole
affair felt suspiciously like some trick, but they were used to strict
situations, so that wouldn�t be much different.

Plus, no one would send this man,
he was obviously telling the truth�

The Demolition Boys didn�t really
know what to do in this situation, except paying attention and not lowering
their awareness.

As no one had been really looking
where they were being lead by the man, it came as a shock when the car finally
stopped, and the four teens glanced out of the windowpane.

�But�� Tala�s icy eyes narrowed in
shock, �this is the hospital!�

Vassilj nodded, motioning for them
to follow him as he closed the car. �Yes, you will have to meet someone here at
the hospital, and then, if you won�t recognize that person, you will be free to
go�.

Bryan and Tala shared another
glance, now mildly worried; the redhead was afraid it would be someone Boris
had hurt and that would be able to recognize them as well. After all, not just
once had they moved under the man�s orders to punish those who were against
Boris and Voltaire�

Bryan was thinking just about the
same way, and he followed Vassilj with tense shoulders; he knew that even
though that man looked weak and not at all a fighter, he would never go against
an officer.

They were smart, and if this was
truly a trap then they would have backup hidden somewhere around, and would
attack them if they tried something out of the normal.

�Shit�
Bryan bit down on his lip hard. �We would
be doomed�.

But now they had to continue, and
hope the man wasn�t taking them to prison.

Vassilj
entered the hospital by the emergency door on the left side of the building,
ignoring the warning �no outsiders are allowed by this entrance� placed just
next to the door; his eyes were now dark and serious as he walked down an empty
corridor, leading the teen up a round of stairs.

The Demolition
Boys walked slowly down the corridors, following the brown haired inspector
with tense muscles; they felt unease with all the white surrounding them,
almost as if this place was faking a cleanliness that it didn�t really have.

The
clear smell of antiseptic and blood �though the latter was faint� was
disgusting for their senses, as they had long since associated antiseptic and
blood with the Experiment Rooms back at the Abbey.

Just as
much as they hated police stations, they loathed hospitals.

There
was a lingering feeling of death and sickness, and people who were ill would
always surround them, showing to their eyes what at the Abbey was not allowed
�to be weak.

In a
way, though the whiteness of the walls and floors and ceilings was opposed to the
oppressing darkness of the corridors at the Abbey, the hospital reminded them
of the one place they were trying hard to forget.

Tala
shuddered lightly, feeling oddly cold as he pushed his hands in his pockets in
the sudden need to warm himself up at least a bit, the raw material of his
jeans brushing against his cold fingers almost painfully; icy azure eyes darted
around to the faces of the doctors and nurses that were now filling the once
empty corridors as they moved towards a much more �lived� wing of the hospital.

Bryan�s
face was turning more and more emotionless with every step he took, turning
slowly into a stony front to hide his inner turmoil; being one of the
Demolition Boys didn�t mean his emotions had been erased completely, as he was
a human like his friends.

They
were used to suppress any source of weakness, and he�d been taught emotions
were a weakness as well.

Spencer
was the one who seemed the most at ease between them, as his mind was keeping
him calm even under such circumstance, reminding him against his instincts that
this was nothing he should worry about.

The
Abbey was the past, and by so far, he was the one who was succeeding in placing
a stone on the ghosts of his past� more than the others, as his cool and
collected mind had nothing to do with rushing too much.

Ian
instead was the one who was fairing the worst in such situation, as his reddish
eyes were darting around without being able to stay still in one place long
enough, and his shoulders were trembling with the strain of keeping them tense.

Being
the youngest of the four, his memories of their time at the Abbey were the
clearest and sharpest, thus making it hard for him to really let them go.

Still,
knowing Spencer, Tala and Bryan were right next to him helped the teen to
accept everything thrown against him, making him relax, if only just a little.

All of them were thinking the same
thing as they walked.

�Just a little bit more� then we will surely be out of this�.

The four noticed that Vassilj had
stopped in front of a window�pane, and was speaking in a hushed way with two
men who were dressed with normal police uniforms, a nurse and someone who was
dressed like him (he could have been another undercover agent).

Vassilj stared at his three
colleagues and at the nurse, continuing his speech as the four approached them.
Tala noticed the window pane was covered with a curtain, so as to not let
anyone look inside. He wondered who was in that room, and why it should concern
them at all.

�How is he fairing? Has there been
any change ever since I left?�

The nurse shook her head with a
sad expression, her blondish curly hair falling messily around her face.

�No, he�s still stable, but there
hasn�t been any considerable change� and he still isn�t aware of his
surroundings�.

Vassilj bit down on his lip,
grimacing in barely suppressed anger.

�Any news about the boss?� he
turned towards the other undercover agent, who shook his head helplessly.

�No, I am sorry, I�m doing all I
can, but after the raid it�s been as hard as hell to find some traces of him�.

Vassilj nodded, signalling the
others could go. The two police officers nodded to him and turning around they
walked stiffly away, whilst the other undercover agent smirked at him and with
a wave he walked down the corridor Vassilj came from.

The nurse moved her eyes towards
the four teens who were waiting behind him and stared at them in surprise.

�So� it�s them?� she asked to the
brown haired detective with relief flashing on her features.

Vassilj nodded curtly, �it may be
them, yes. Now I�ll bring them inside if it�s ok with you�.

The nurse smiled, �of course� it
still isn�t visitors� time, but since we�re in the middle of a police
operation, I can�t but let it drop this time� especially since I wish we�ll get
some info on who he is��

Vassilj turned towards Tala,
staring at the teen in the eyes with a level stare.

�Please, stand here in front of
the window, and wait for me to push the curtains away, and keep your voice low,
we are in a hospital. I just want to know if you recognize this person at all�
and try to ignore his appearance, as well�.

The nurse pushed a button next to
the wall, and slowly the curtains started to pull open. Tala, Bryan, Ian and
Spencer�s eyes were glued to the window�pane as they waited patiently for the
view to be cleared from the beige curtain.

But as they stared inside the
hospital room, the sight that was presented to them shattered their control
completely.

Silence enveloped them as Tala�s
hands found their way against the glass, blue eyes widened in shock as he felt
his heart clench painfully in his chest.

Every thought they could have had
before now was erased from their heads.

Tala wanted to yell out, clutch at
the window and break that glass to enter the room, if only to make sure his
eyes were not deceiving him and this was true and not a horrible nightmare, but
his body felt heavy and his voice could not come out of his throat, as if
someone was slowly suffocating him.

No.

It was not true�

It couldn�t possibly be�

�Kai�� he rasped out, legs failing to keep him up, as he slumped
down on the floor.

��

Cepheus: I know this was more of a filler
chapter, but it�s a promise, next chapter will have explanations and more
action, and if you feel like it, it would be nice to drop me a review� I�d love
that, and I could write faster then.

Ja ne!

Preview of next chapter: Cruel and
Void

Nothing
could be enough to explain everything, no words strong enough to show the
nightmare that had enveloped him, slowly sucking away his will, his soul, his
strength, nothing would ever be enough to tell how his word had come crushing
down on him, engulfing his life and turning it to living hell, killing his will
to live and breaking his spirit.

And
even though no one of them could really know, there was still fear �fear that
the truth would be forever hidden to their eyes.

That
no one would ever understand� or help him.

Fear
that no one would be able to call him back�
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