Tortured Soul

Thank you to those who have reviewed my story, you're all so nice. Here's chapter 8 for you, enjoy it, things are gonna get worse for Tyson before they get better!

*__* is a dream sequence, yes I like dream sequences!


Chapter 8

*He was dreaming. Inside the dream he felt safe, secure, and even happy. He was on the hill, in their spot, the one person he loved in all the world lay next to him. They were breathing in sync, edging closer together, trying to join their bodies into one. Soon he found himself pinned beneath his loves body, their lips meeting in a soft kiss.

“I love you” he said after the kiss was broken. “I think I always have. I could never admit this to you, Hell, I have trouble admitting this to myself. You are my everything, I think about you when I blade, when I eat and especially when I dream. God I sound so pathetic, why would you ever love me?”

“But I do love you” replied the object of his desires.

“I wish that was true, but this is just a dream, I know that. But I’ll take the dream you, I’ll take whatever you I can.” He wrapped his arms around his love and pulled him into an embrace, determined to never let him go. They stayed in the same position for an eternity, holding onto each other, needing each other like they needed oxygen.

Finally, he pulled back and looked up into the bright eyes of the man he loved. Their lips met in another kiss, deeper than the last one, more forceful. Fire was met with fire, neither man holding back. Their hips ground together and the pleasure of just that was almost unbearable. One of his hands moved up to wrap itself in his partner’s hair, the other moved down to grab at the round buttocks and pull them closer.

They pulled apart, both gasping for air, their lower bodies still continuing to grind together. Even if this was a dream, even if it wasn’t the real love of his life, he could still have this memory. Something that could keep him going through all the bad things that were happening.

Suddenly the sky clouded over, a thunder storm approaching, when only seconds ago it had been a brilliant blue sky. The atmosphere became oppressive, darkness taking the place of the light around his heart. Hands reached for him, feeling rough against his shoulders. They dragged him away from his love, ripping him from the comfort he had found in his arms.

“Time for your treatment Tyson” the voice was accompanied by a black smoke that seemed to fall from the figures mouth as it spoke. He was dragged kicking and screaming from the ground and thrown roughly away from his love.*

“TYSON!” Kai screamed as he awoke from the nightmare. He had fallen from the bed and now sat upright on the floor of his bedroom, sweat dripping down his forehead and back. The dream was still prominent in his mind, the happiness he had felt at first, especially when dream Tyson had said that he did love him. Then the pain, fear and hopelessness that began when the sky clouded over.

The voice of the creature still sounded in his ears, the words spoken troubling him. ‘What did it mean by treatment?’ he wondered. Pushing himself up from the floor, he looked at his clock, it was only 5am. Perhaps he would go back to bed and see if he could bring back the happy part of his dream. Knowing his luck though, the only thing that would come back would be the feeling of hopelessness.

“Time to get up I think.” Kai spoke out loud just to hear something that wasn’t his own breathing. He wanted to dispel all the negative emotions the dream had brought up. ‘Shower, breakfast and then I go look for Tyson again’ he thought, ‘after all, what’s that saying people use? The early bird catches the worm? Yeah I think that’s it. If I go out early, I’ve got more time to look for that annoying little pain’. Kai felt guilty lying to himself, only in his dreams could he admit the depth of his love for Tyson, and only in his dreams would that love stay.

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Tyson screamed as the hands pulled at him again, causing pain to shoot through his shoulder when they grabbed him too tightly. He had been having the best dream, Kai had told him he loved him, of course, it wasn’t true, that was only the dream Kai but it had made him happy if only for a few hours.

Then dumb and dumber had paid a visit and now he was back to being thrown around like a rag doll. Their presence had even invaded his dream, causing it to turn bleak and cold. ‘It’s time for your treatment Tyson’ he thought scornfully. Treatment, yeah right, torture with new and unusual objects was more like it, or electroshock for those times that whips and chains just don’t work.

They had done this a few times now, taken him away for his ‘treatment’ and brought him back to his cell when he was close to unconsciousness, or just unconscious. Then they had let him rest for a few hours, at least he thought it was a few hours, it could have been longer for all he knew. He was usually blissful asleep when they would come and grab him roughly, pulling him from his dreams and throwing him back into the nightmare that passed for his life.

Another scream escaped him when one of the brick walls put the boot in, catching him squarely in the stomach and forcing all the air out of his body. Tyson struggled to pull air into his lungs as dumber picked him up by the throat and held him inches off the floor.

“Time to go Tyson” said dumber, placing Tyson back on his feet and releasing his neck before the boy choked. “Lots of fun for you today.” Tyson choked out a laugh as he looked incredulously at dumber.

“To be fair Nick, I don’t think it’s really fun for him” laughed dumb. So dumber had a name, Nick, dumber was better. Tyson managed to stand without falling over, even after dumb pushed him to urge him forwards. He headed towards the door stiffly, still feeling the last round of ‘treatment’ he had had. Dumb and dumber followed close behind, laughing and making jokes about what was about to happen. Tyson gritted his teeth in an effort to remain in control, he would get through this, he would survive this and then, he’d make Boris pay.

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Max couldn’t sleep, he’d been tossing and turning for the better part of the night. His thoughts were in turmoil, where was Tyson? Was he alright? How were they going to find him? There were more questions running around his mind but every time he thought he’d got an answer for one, another three popped up in its place.

He turned his head to look at the alarm clock on the table next to him, the green numbers showing him that it was only 5am. ‘I can’t just lay here and do nothing’ he thought, suddenly energised. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and sat up on the edge. Looking towards the window, he saw the first rays of sunlight showing on the horizon. With new purpose he stood up and walked to his bedroom door, quietly opening it he listened to the rest of the house. His father was talking in his sleep about beyblades.

“Sure I can fix it, I can fix anything.” Max smiled, his father was always dreaming about stuff like that. Sometimes, when he was younger, he used to sit outside his parents room at night, just listening to his dad while he talked in his sleep. He’d picked up some great tips doing that.

Further along the hallway was the bathroom, that’s where he was headed. When he reached the door and began to turn the handle, he heard a noise and stopped. Had he woken somebody up? His heart slowed down when he realised it was only Daichi snoring. Daichi had been staying at his dads house for a while now, anything to get him out of Tyson’s hair. Those two worked really well together in a beybattle, but put them in a house together and you were lucky if they didn’t kill each other.

After washing and dressing, Max headed out. He locked the door behind him and set off at a quick jog towards the BBA building. ‘That’s the last place Tyson was seen’ Max thought, ‘I’ll start there and try to follow his trail’.

“Don’t worry Tyson, we’ll find you, I promise” said Max, his feet moving faster across the ground.

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“Chief. Chief wake up”.

Kenny stirred, his eyes slowly creeping open at the sound of the voice.

“What?” he said groggily, lifting his head from where it had been resting on his arms. “I’m awake”.

“Chief, I’ve run through all of the computations.”

“Computations?” Kenny’s awareness came back in a rush. “Dizzy, did you find anything?”

“Sorry chief” came the computers reply, “nothing on Tyson. I’ve tried altering the parameters but I came up empty.”

“That’s ok Dizzy, it was worth a shot. We’ll just have to find Tyson the old fashioned way.” Kenny sighed, he was hoping that he could find some mention of Tyson somewhere, something that would at least tell them where to start. He looked at the clock mounted on the wall, just after 5am, he must have fallen asleep while Dizzy was doing the search.

“Don’t worry chief, we’ll find him” said Dizzy comfortingly.

“I know Dizzy, I was just hoping that we could help find him sooner.” Kenny felt drained, what would they do without Tyson? Nobody really said it, but Tyson was the heart of the team. Without him, they all sort of, fell apart.

There was a noise somewhere in the building, Kenny’s head whipped around. ‘Who could be here at this time of morning’ he thought to himself. He was about to go and investigate, when the handle of his office door moved. Panicking, he crawled under his desk, hoping to avoid being seen. The door opened slowly, a familiar blond head moving into view.

“Chief? You in here?” Max said cautiously.

“Maxie” Kenny replied, relief washing over him at the sight of his friend.

“Chief, why are you under the desk?” Max asked amused.

“I thought you were a burglar…I was hiding” Kenny said quietly, his head bowed towards the floor.

“Why are you still here?” Max asked as he walked over to Kenny and offered him a hand up off of the floor. Kenny accepted the hand gratefully, and allowed Max to pull him to his feet. “Weren’t you the one that suggested we all go home and get some sleep? Something about being no use to Tyson if we can’t stay awake.”

“Dizzy and I were trying to find him” Kenny said.

“How?” Max asked confused.

“The chief gave me some parameters and I ran a search of every database I could get into.” Dizzy told him.

“Is that legal?” Max asked, his eyebrow rose as he looked at the laptop.

“Well…not precisely.” Stammered Kenny.

“It’s not my fault that so many computers are easy to hack” said Dizzy defensively. “Anyway, it’s not like they’ll ever realise I was there.”

“Did you find anything?” Max asked, a smile on his face and hope in his voice.

“Nothing. Sorry Max, there’s just no mention of him anywhere in any of the places I looked” it amazed Max how Dizzy’s voice could sound so sad.

“Don’t worry Dizzy” Max said comfortingly “we’ll find him, it’ll just take longer, that’s all. We won’t give up until he’s safe, back with us where he belongs.”

“But Max, where do we start?” Kenny asked. He looked up at the blond blader and his heart sank. He realised that Max probably felt just as lost as he did, neither of them knowing where to begin.

“I don’t know Kenny, I really don’t know” replied Max, a forced smile on his face, trying to convey hope to the young computer geek. Hope that was fading within himself. After all, if Dizzy couldn’t find any trace of him then what hope did they have?

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Hillary slept peacefully, only the occasional bad thought entering her dreams. Mostly she dreamt about Max, the things she wanted to do to him, with him. When she was awake she knew they should wait, finding Tyson was the priority, preferably finding him in one piece. In her dreams though, that was different. In her dreams she could do whatever she wanted, be whoever she wanted.

The dream Hillary would throw Max on the bed and do all manner of naughty things to him, she would listen to him moan and say her name over and over, and she would be happy. Hillary carried on dreaming, smiling slightly as dream Max kissed her, completely unaware that the real Max was already out looking for Tyson.