Tortured Soul

Chapter 3

“Hey chief” said Max as he walked into the nerve centre of the BBA. “How’ve you been?”

“Maxie, what are you doing here? You never said anything about visiting in your last email.” Said a shocked Kenny.

“I wanted it to be a surprise. Hillary, hey, it’s good to see you.”

Hillary stopped quickly as she saw Max. She caught herself, put the papers she’d been carrying down on a desk and gave Max a huge hug. Max was caught a little off guard but did not protest at this sudden show of affection. He returned the hug and felt a pang when Hillary pulled away. Kenny smiled at the two while Daichi made retching noises in the background.

“Max, I’m so glad you’re here. Maybe you can help figure out what’s gotten into Tyson,” said Hillary, then, as an after thought “hey, what are you doing here anyway?”

“I’m here to help my dad on a project he’s doing with Mr D, but I wanted to catch up with everyone first. So what’s this about Tyson? Daichi said he’d been acting a little weirder than usual”.

“Yeah, earlier he just ran away from Kai. He said he had to go help grampa but Kenny said that grampa’s gone away for a few days”, replied Hillary, deferring the question over to the chief.

“He has, he’s on one of those golden oldies retreats. He said he wanted to ‘wake up all those old fossils and introduce them to a new way to be young through rap music’ or something like that”, said Kenny. “At that point Tyson kinda had his head in his hands. I think he was praying for the ground to open up beneath him”.

Max laughed, grampa was always up to something to keep young. He said you were only as old as you acted, which actually made grampa younger that Tyson. Probably younger than Daichi.

“I’ll have a talk with him when I see him”, said Max “but he’s not at home right now so it’ll have to be later. Ok Daichi, you up for a beybattle? I could use a challenge”.

“Your on”, said Daichi enthusiastically. “Tyson’s battle earlier didn’t really last long enough for me to enjoy it, so I expect a better one from you”.

“Wait, let me get my laptop, I want to record the data” piped up Kenny. He got down from his chair and walked across the room to his things. He picked up his laptop, made sure it had enough battery, then said “ok, lets go”.

Hillary sighed contentedly, this was good. Tyson may not be here but they were and this was just like the old days. Kenny recording the data with Dizzy while the others just had fun beyblading. No contests, no life or death situations, nothing on the line, just good fun. When was the last time they’d been able to do this? Usually when they did get the chance, another problem popped up. She stopped herself from thinking that way, no, life is good, we’re all friends, nothing is going to go wrong. She realised that while she had been thinking the others had already left the room. She turned and headed for the door.

“Hey guys, wait for me”.


Tyson’s head hurt really bad, he could feel something on the back of his neck, something warm but he couldn’t figure out what it could be. He couldn’t remember what had happened, he had felt a pain, then the feeling of falling and that was it. As he came closer to consciousness he began to notice things that felt wrong. He was sat up in a really uncomfortable chair, he couldn’t move his hands or feet and there seemed to be people talking. He blinked then slowly opened his eyes. His hands were tied to the arms of the chair, that’s why he couldn’t move them. That was kind of a relief, just the fact that they were still attached to his body was a good thing. Tyson’s legs were also tied to the chair, the relief he’d felt at this revelation was short lived though when a new thought struck him. Why am I tied to a chair? He wondered if this could be a joke Daichi and Hill were playing on him, but then thought better of it. Daichi didn’t have the imagination and Hillary would never do anything like this.

Then he noticed the voices again, whispering somewhere around him. He finally took in his surroundings. It was a room, quite a big room and it was dark. There was some light around the edge of the room that seemed to be coming through windows and a bench not too far away. That was it, Tyson couldn’t see anything else. He tried to follow the direction of the whispers, but they seemed to be all around him. He heard snippets of conversations.

“We wanted him unharmed you fools”.

“Sorry boss, we didn’t hit him that hard, he must have a soft head.”

“Get out of my sight, if there’s any brain damage, I’ll personally damage you, got it?”

“Yes boss”.

“His initial tests show that he’s in excellent health, he’ll make a perfect subject”.

“He’ll help in my new research and I’ll get revenge. It couldn’t be more perfect”.

“The scans of the bitbeast were good too. Its power is tremendous, more than we could have ever imagined”.

“What do we do if someone comes looking for him?”

“You mean ‘when’ someone comes looking for him, I’m planning to catch them too. The G-Revolutions team cost me everything, by losing him, they lose everything too, and when that happens I’ll be the happiest man on Earth”.

Tyson was shocked by all of this, he was about to shout out but he felt sleep coming to reclaim him once again. As he drifted off he thought about the voices he had heard, one of those voices in particular had sounded vaguely familiar. ‘Oh no, not him again’ thought Tyson as the blackness surrounded him again.


Daichi, Max, Kenny and Hillary leaned back against the bank. Daichi and Max were breathing hard, still recovering from their beybattle.

“I can’t believe you beat me”, moaned Daichi “you must have cheated or something, there’s no other way you could have beaten me”.

“Daichi stop whinging”, said Hillary “it was a good match, you were so close it could have gone either way. Max was just better this time, that‘s all”.

“She’s right Daichi”, stated Kenny “according to the data I gathered, you’re both improving greatly and that match could have gone either way. Dizzies data suggests that on a couple of occasions Max was loosing and you had the upper hand”.

“I wanna rematch”, whinged Daichi.

“Anytime pal, just not right now, I’m wiped. I was really worried a few times there, I felt so tired. Well, that’s a good lesson for me, never beyblade too soon after jet lag” said Max.

“It’s getting really late guys, I think I’m gonna head home”, said Hillary.

“I’ll walk you”, offered Max “I’m going in that direction and I think I need some more sleep. See you guys tomorrow.”

“Yeah, see you tomorrow”. Max and Hillary stood and started to walk away.

“Hey guys, what’re we gonna do about Tyson”, yelled the chief.

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow”, shouted back Max and he and Hillary kept walking.

“I better go upload my data”, said Kenny “you gonna be ok Daichi?”

“Yea, sure. I’ll be ok, see you tomorrow chief”. With that everyone went there separate ways completely unaware that Tyson was missing.