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Note: to anyone that is reading my Epitome of Disaster story, their will be a slight delay on that one for sometime for reasons many that aren't exactly popping up in my head at this moment.
But i hope this one turns out well.
Disclaimer: do not own it. any unrecognizable characters are exclusively mine. No one elses...blah...blah...blah...
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Prisoners and worriors
The corridors of the wicked abbey in which the young Russian teen lived in were unusually still. It was unnerving, and sent a cold chill down his had no doubt that the maniac Boris was watching his every move at that exact moment as he made his way to his chamber. His chamber now seemed to be the only place in the abbey that the redhead felt safe, and could escape the torments of his miserable life.
His room was small, but it was much bigger than most of the rooms that belonged to the other students in the abbey. It was just enough to satisfy his needs and keep him occupied.
All it contained was a small bed and in the far wall and a small desk on the other far wall. A drawer beside the bed and an extremely small shelf that held only 5 books to keep him entertained. A small door beside his bed that led into his own very small bathroom that only contained a bathtub with a showerhead, cabinets, a sink, bench and a small fragile mirror; where the young Russian would stare into and pity the twisted, broken warrior in the reflection.
In fact, all his life he had lived in the despicable abbey, ever since he could remember. He was never allowed to leave unless he was assigned to, and he could never have fun, enjoy his teen years or even smile, especially around the director of the abbey, was an evil man, he had no respect for others and he didn't care what evil and cruel tortures his students had as long as they new their place.
The young teen, Tala, pushed the strong wooden door forward a fraction, just enough for his slim figure to slip through. As he entered, the darkness overwhelmed him as his azure eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light. He didn't want to turn on the lights; in fact he preferred the darkness itself to be more soothing and help his tired, warn out body to relax.
Above his small comfortable bed was a window drawing him into its illusions of the out side world. He had never been further than his birthplace of Moscow, Russia. He longed to leave its depressing epitome and explore the world. He longed for the company of his oldest and best friend, Kai. His fearless friend had been his only desire every morning to be with and to accompany.
But years ago his grandfather allowed him to leave the abbey and he left for Japan. Tala hadn't seen him since. He heard rumors from some of the students at the Bolvolt abbey that he was recently the world's best blader until he was defeated for the first time.
The fact that his best friend had been the best didn't surprise the redhead one bit; Kai was always strong and was always the best at the abbey.
Tala was growing weary, he hadn't had much sleep recently and his training earlier that day had been intense. Without a word he lay on his bed and gazed out of the fragile window. Above the sky hovered many clouds that would expel white soft snow during the night. It was a rare sight to see the sky so peaceful and silent.
A small white snowflake fell from the hovering clouds above bolvolt abbey and floated past Tala' window. Soon more of the stuff drifted down from the sky and onto the roof of the abbey. It was indeed an amazing and beautiful display. The soft white snow cascaded toward the ground, blowing in the cold Russia wind. It lured him into the illusion that everything was ok, that everything terrible in his life was all just a frightening nightmare and nothing more.
In the back of his head his mind was insisting on sleep, which to Tala was very inviting, but he hadn't exactly felt like reluctantly he closed his azure eyes and was slowly drifting asleep, past the borders of asleep and awake. His thoughts deepened and soon found himself in a deep slumber.
'The sun is out, how odd'
He thought dragging his heavy body around to face the small digital clock by his bed
'4.00am'
'Perfect'
He didn't bother to move yet. He didn't need to report to Boris until 5, so he had some time to himself. Unwillingly he shifted back to facing the ceiling and then to gazing out his small window into the new miserable cold Russia morning. Even though the sun might have been out, he wasn't any happier, just relieved that he didn't have to spend another day out in the cold.
Despite his heavy body and unenthusiastic brain pounding at his head, he got up steadily. It was still silent; if anyone were up at this hour it would only be his teammates and Boris.
Stepping into the bathroom he glanced at his reflection. The motionless and meaningless life he had lived was yearning for freedom, he could see the desperation in his reflection, and it was obvious he longed for it for what seemed like a lifetime.
Tearing himself away, he stripped off his clothes and entered the warm, comforting shower that he felt he earned after yesterdays long training allowed the hot water to spray on his face and burn his skin; it was what he needed to drag himself back to reality of his miserable life.
'I've got to get away from here before I go insane'
He thought to himself. It was very true. Slowly he new he would eventually go crazy living here and doing the exact same thing sickened him knowing he felt jealous that his best friend was in Japan having the time of his life, and he was stuck in this murderess prison - or at least that's how he felt.
The corridors were always still in the morning, and it hadn't changed a bit. Cautiously he made his was to the kitchen where his teammates would all gather to eat. He was well aware of the cameras hiding in every corner of the abbey except for the chambers of the students. However he knew never to do anything he'd regret in front of one. He new Boris was always watching him, stalking him.
A cold chill lingered through his spine at the thought of Boris, how he hated the evil and despicable man. He feared Boris even, but never dared expose his fear to the man, nor would he dare to confront the man. No one did, and he couldn't blame them. Boris was an intimidating bastard and was always Tala' greatest enemy aside from Voltaire.
Quietly he slipped into the kitchen were he was greeted with familiar faces. His teammates. They all looked as exhausted as he was. They all were lazing about in the kitchen all staring at the platter of food for smirked as his sapphire eyes wandered and met with cold lavender ones that smirked in return. He didn't need his lavender haired teammate to tell him something was odd.
Casually he glimpsed the platter sitting on the kitchen table.
"Chocolate?" Tala said, obviously not amused. He got suspicious glances from the other bladders as he sat down beside Ian.
"Not just chocolate, but milk chocolate," Ian grinned thankfully. "And it's Cadbury chocolate too" Spencer added, taking a big whiff of the chocolate scent and letting its soft smell soothe him.
"Is this a joke?" he questioned, returning the suspicious glances back to his teammates. "No Tala, this is what's for breakfast" Ian said.
Nothing like this ever happened, they never had a breakfast like this before. Everyday Boris would give them something horrible and unusual to eat. It was all part of their "special diets" that Boris had them all take, along with a whole lot of intense training and exercise. Mushrooms, tomatoes, onions, whatever, and either way they hated it and went starving all day because they refused to eat the disgusting vegetables. But chocolate, it never happened. Never.
Lazily fiddling with the chocolate that was given to him between his fingers, Tala watched his teammates carefully. Bryan, his lavender haired friend was giving him murderess glares for no apparent reason.
'Why is he giving me death glares? What did I do?'
"What's up Bryan?" Tala asked questioningly, not exactly sure what to expect.
'Does he know?'
Tala waited for a response and was soon becoming wrestles and unnerved when one never came.
"Bryan, your captain asked you a question," Ian growled sensing Tala' frustration. Bryan didn't seem to care and continued to glare at Tala, his lavender eyes fixed on Tala' azure orbs. "Bryan" Tala spat, now officially beginning to loose it.
No one ever dared looked at Tala that way. Boris had, and the memories of that stare coming from that despicable man was burning up inside the young Russian teen.
"Bryan" Tala began but was interrupted by the director of the abbey."Boris" Tala said, trying to hold back a small growl lodged in his throat begging to escape his lips.
"Tala, I have a new assignment for you today, one a little different that usual" Boris smirked, glaring down at the captain of the blitzkrieg boys. Boris was a big man, purple hair and the most repulsive old face you would ever see. Tala despised him greatly; he didn't dare stare directly into the dark gray eyes the director held.
The room went deathly silent for some time until Tala spoke first. "What is it?""I need you to go to Voltaire up at the far end of the abbey and get me a few little items I need." He had no intensions on getting any supplies Boris need for his plans but couldn't resist leaving the epitome of Bryan' glares behind in the kitchen, something he needed to do."Fine Boris" Tala snapped coldly and left the room solemnly.
Wandering the corridors of the abbey he made his way slowly to his chamber.
How he loathed Voltaire, but not nearly as much as Boris. Voltaire may have been the owner of the abbey and too a despicable man, but he was Kai' grandfather and gave Tala some respect for his red haired Russian teen had much talent, more than his teammates and maybe even Kai, but he highly doubted that.
His room was still dark, like it always was. The light from the window wasn't enough to light up the small room, just enough for Tala to see the shadows of his belongings.A thought pounded in his mind.
'Kai'
He longed for his companions company more now, he needed to see his face again, talk to him. Kai was always on his mind, but the desire to see him was rapidly getting worse everyday. He craved Kai.
"Kai" he mumbled under his breath, feeling rather empty, hollow, had to escape; he had made up his mind. He had been pondering over how and when to do so for over 3 months now and he was getting wrestles.
Tala new how and where to make his getaway and now it was time to finally be free.
'Its time…'
kinda a pointless beginning but whatever...i liked it!
thankyou for reading the next chapter will be about soon. Promise!
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Kai's Gurl signing out!
