"Tyson is out of there and that means that todays winner and this years world champions are, TALA OF THE DEMOLITION BOYS!!!!!!!!" A completely hyped Jazzman yelled into his microphone as Tysons white beyblade hit the floor behind him. It had been broken apart but, luckily, could still be fixed.

Tala recalled his beyblade to his hands and turned to join his team in the stands, only to see Tyson in front of him, holding out a hand.

"Hey Tala," Tyson smiled. "That was an awesome beybattle."

The orange haired boy just frowned and pushed past the Japanese boy to get to his team. Tyson turned angrily but didnt say a word.

"Whats up with him?" Max said as Tyson came back to their side, smashed beyblade in hand.

"I wouldnt worry about it guys," Ray smiled. "Why dont we just go back to the hotel room and celebrate a great match from Tyson, as always."

"YEAH!" Tyson and Max cheered together, instantly going back to their cheerful selves. Tyson and Max happily ran out at neck and neck while Ray and Kenny followed with a what are we going to do with them, look on their faces.

With the match over, and the beyblade world champions decided for the next two years, spectators began to clear out of the stadium. Some mothers struggled to control their children as they pretended to reconstruct the final match while some elder folk muttered under their breath about the tournament being fixed as the Demolition Boys had always been winning. But not much could be done about that until the next world championships which would be held again in two years time in a location that hadnt been decided yet.

As the last of the crowd left, one teenager remained behind in his seat, thinking about the match. He wished more then anything that he would be allowed to battle with the Demolition Boys but had never been allowed. Then again, he wouldnt have minded being on the team that they had faced, the Blade Breakers. They had some powerful bit beasts too. That Tyson and his Dragoon had really seemed like a worthy opponent which the Demolition Boys hadnt had for a long time. He didnt care, all he wanted to do was to prove to the world that he was the best blader ever. Or at least he thought he would be.

Kai watched Boris lecture the Demolition Boys about making their victory more swift before ushering them away to go back to the locker room. As Kai watched them disappear into the shadows, he decided that he had best be getting back to the abbey or he would be in big trouble again.

Trust Boris though, he never seemed satisfied with the way his students beybladed and always seemed to want more. If there was a pupil who really seemed unsatisfactory, then he was reluctantly dragged away. Kai often wondered where they went but at the same time didnt want to find out as those who did disappear were never spoken of again.

Life wasnt exactly great in the abbey. Kai was often beaten or locked in his box room as he seemed to be constantly disobeying and picking fights with the Demolition Boys didnt make it any better. The food was utterly terrible as well but the choices were either eat what you got or starve and Kai had decided that, if he wanted to be a champion blader, he would have to eat to keep his strength up. Usually, he would throw the grey food down his throat as quickly as possible so that he didnt taste it so much.

The toughest part had to be the training. Day in and day out, he and the other kids would perform endless warm ups and training programmes. Often, the scientists would put them to work on the latest training equipment but would usually result in serious injury to the blader. Every night, Kai was so exhausted that hed be asleep before his head even hit the pillow when it came to bed time.

What Kai found really disturbing was the way that everyone else acted like some brain dead zombie. Everyday he would take note with disgust that everyone did things simultaneously. They trained exactly in time with each other, all repeating the same mindless chant over and over again in one voice.

"Defeat to our enemies. Victory is life."

Everyday was the same boring chant and it didnt stop there. Everything was done like synquinised swimming whether it was eating, training or chanting. They even snored in time with each other. Kai only kept himself from going crazy by acting as the complete rebel. He would constantly follow his own training programme to the other children and do just about do everything differently to the others. It was most likely through this that he hadnt fallen into the same brain dead state. Despite his disobedience, Kai still remained in the abbey because of his high above average beyblade skills.

But if that was the way it was then he still didnt understand why he wasnt allowed to battle in the tournaments. He knew he was just as good as the Demolition Boys, maybe better.

The disobedience to keep his mind free came at a price though. Everyday, he was badly beaten until he was drifting in and out of consciousness with a pool of crimson blood under his battered body. His scabs and bruises were hidden by his clothes as Boris always hit him around the chest or legs, making the abuse easy to hide. He was never able to take a day off training to recover and was always dragged out of bed to train after being severely beaten the night before. Perhaps making the training unbearable with his injuries was one of Boris methods to try and take control of his mind. Kai, however, had his suspicions about this and continued to rebel against it. He had made a promise to himself that he would never be controlled by another, he would be free forever. His mind was free but his body was still controlled by the training and beatings. It was a start.

If Kai did manage to escape the abbey, like he had today to come and watch the tournament, he had no where to go. Truth be told, he only stayed to improve his beyblade skills. Besides becoming a champion blader, Kai also wished that he had more of a clue of what life was like before he woke up in the abbey. It was like his mind was a ten piece jigsaw but he only had four of the pieces. He was sure that he hadnt spent his whole life there as logic would say that, if he did, he too would be one of Boris living zombies by the age he was now. No, there was no way he had been raised in that awful place. His earliest memory was of waking up in his room when he was about eight or something but everything before that was just a blur. All he could remember was a word, a sentence and a greeting coming from the same voice.

"Hello Kai."

For years, Kai had tried to figure out who that voice belonged to but, now that he was about sixteen, he was still no closer to finding out who it was. It was thanks to these memories that he knew his name and bit beast. Everything else, like his birthday and age, he had to guess as he didnt have a clue.

He wished so much that he knew all about himself, like most people knew about themselves, because firstly it would wipe the taunting grins off the faces of the Demolition Boys and also because he had a feeling deep inside that he had his powerful Dranzer for a reason. He wanted to find out why.

Someday he had decided that he would find out. It was all set in his mind, when he was the best beyblader in the abbey, he would leave and go to Japan where he would surely get some answers. How he would do it wasnt decided yet but he knew he could do it if he just stayed with the idea. Then, once he knew, he would become the best beyblader in the whole world.

Someday.

"Hey kid!" A grumpy old jenitor interrupted his thoughts. "Shouldnt you be going? Everyone else left about half an hour ago."

Kai quietly huffed in reply before standing and walking swiftly out of the spectator stands. Soon, he was out of the door but continued at the same pace, his arms still folded over his chest as always. It was slightly chilly in his sleeveless black shirt but Kai didnt really mind the cold. Not even the soft howling winds that whipped his white cape wildly around his shoulders. He had grown up with this environment so was used to it.

Turning a corner, the abbey loomed into view with Boris standing outside, the Demolition Boys huddled close behind him with huge grins plastered on their faces when they caught sight of Kai. Boris saw him too but his expression was hard to read with those ridiculous red goggles on his face. Kai had learnt to read the way his mouth was turned over the years and, looking at them now, Kai knew that he was in serious trouble.