"Leave him alone!" Max yelled as the penknife very slowly began to draw blood from Tysons wrist. "Youll kill him!"

"Thats the idea kid," Leo laughed cruelly as he gradually increased the pressure.

"Stop it!" Kai cried behind them, managing to twist himself enough to kneel on the ground. "You wanted me and you got me. Let them go!"

"Shut it kid!" Roger yelled, kicking Kai in the side. "Im sure youre worth much more alive."

Tyson screamed in pain as his wrist began to bleed badly. He could hear his friends yelling all around him but their voices were getting further and further away. He could feel the blood wetly pushing against his skin, now causing agonising pain. He kept screaming but the pain kept on increasing. He was now fighting to keep his consciousness but that was too hard and now he could see black around his vision. He felt a sharp slash on his wrist before the knife was pulled away, allowing his wrist to flop to the ground. Tyson tried to clutch his bleeding wrist but his other arm was tangled in the wire net. He could hear the voices of his team but couldnt hear them properly. He tried with all his might to not pass out. He was team captain after all, he couldnt let the others down. His screams of pain died down as he felt himself gently slip into the blackness.

Dragoon listened to his masters cries of pain, anger rapidly building in his heart. He couldnt let Tyson down, not after all the times they had battled together. Sure, they had lost the World Championships but they hadnt lost each other. He knew he couldnt break the ancient bit beast vow of defending his master but what could he do? His beyblade was no longer in motion therefore he couldnt emerge and help Tyson. The large dragon squeezed his eyes shut, listening to the cries getting weaker and knowing there was nothing he could do.

Then, the cries stopped. Dragoons eyes flew open, fires of fury dancing within the centre of each pupil. Was Tyson dead? The rage that had built within the great dragons heart suddenly exploded at the thought of his master lying dead. Within seconds, Dragoon had exploded from his beyblade fortress and stared down with utter fury at what he saw.

Tyson was trapped under a wire net, unconscious and with a bleeding wrist. The masters of his bit beast team mates were looking up at him in utter shock. Dragoon could see another boy in his own bindings but what interested him the most were the two adults who were standing near his unconscious master. One of them was holding a penknife, coated thickly with blood. That was him, Dragoon knew that he was the one who had hurt his master.

Dragoon roared fiercely and loudly at the two gaping men, swinging his tail and sending the two flying clear over the horizon. A fall like that would probably kill them but Dragoon thought that was just what they deserved.

Turning back, Dragoon noted with confusion that the friends of his master also looked up at his with fear on their faces. Why would they be afraid? Hadnt he just saved them? They shrank back as he bent down and easily tore the net off them. Still, they stayed absolutely still and stared up at him in wonder.

Smiling inwardly, Dragoon turned to the other trapped figure. He could sense a powerful force from this boy also. Did he also posses a bit beast? On the bright side, this one didnt shrink back when Dragoon leaned forward and broke all his bonds in one sharp snap. With a final roar, Dragoon shrank back inside his Beyblade, ready for when he was next needed.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The annoying beeping of some sort of machine was the first thing that Tyson noticed. His eyes slowly fluttered open and he looked around the room with confusion. He was in a large bed with crisp white sheets and a soft white pillow under his head. The room was bare with only a chair and a small cabinet beside his bed. He had small tubes attached to his wrist which lead to a machine which gave out this annoying beep every three seconds.

Still feeling groggy, Tyson tried to remember what had happened before he woke up. He could remember being tangled and trapped in a wire net. He had felt an unbearable pain in his wrist but then it was all just blackness. Then it suddenly dawned on him that he was in a hospital bed. So where were the others and his beyblade. He remembered having that snatched off him by that Leo guy. How had they escaped and got him to the hospital anyway? A surging pain exploded in his head as a rippling pain shot through his body without warning, causing him to pass out again.

"Are you all right sir?" A tall servant asked the greying figure who sat at his usual seat in front of a blazing fireplace.

"Im as fine as Ill ever be," Voltaie sighed, his glazed eyes reflecting the light emitted by the fire. "You may go now. Tell everyone they may go home and have the weekend off. I wish to be alone for that time."

"Yes sir," the servant said quietly, turning to leave. He would tell his master that his grandson was still alive somewhere but was afraid of speaking out of line and triggering Voltaires temper. Taking one last look at the lonely figure, he quickly left to deliver the message around the mansion and then leave.

Voltaire sat in the same chair he always did every evening in his study, facing a large roaring fireplace. In his hands he held a photograph of him and his grandson together. It was taken when Kai and his parents had come to visit one Christmas. As usual, Kai had a huge grin plastered over his face and his eyes were shining like the brightest stars.

It had been eight years ago from tomorrow that he had lost him. He still remembered every detail of the worst evening of his life. It had started out like any other evening, a dance party had been thrown for his sons birthday and that had been the night when Kai had been given the family bit beast, Dranzer. But the joy of the evening had been shattered and Voltaire had lost his son, his daughter-in-law and his grandson. He had heard of the rumours going around that Kai was still alive but considered this as only being a fairy tale. A phase that would soon pass. He had believed it at first and had even offered a reward for his grandsons return but when no one came except the odd con man or two, he had given up hope. He was certain that his only grandchild was dead.

As a tear fell from his eye and fell on the photograph, Voltaire threw it into the fire and watched as the face of his grandson slowly burnt away forever.

"Tyson are you ok?"

A voice full of concern was the first that Tyson heard when he woke up again. As his eyes focussed, he was greeted by the relieved faces of his team mates.

"Wha...what happened," Tyson croaked, the grogginess in his head beginning to clear.

"You blacked out," Ray smiled. "That big creep was going to slit your wrist and leave you to die."

"Howd we get out of there?" Tyson asked, feeling better by the second.

"You should have seen it," Max said with a huge grin on his face. "Your Dragoon came out of its blade, knocked those jerks over the horizon and freed us."

"How are you feeling now Tyson?" Kenny questioned, managing to get a word in through Maxs babbling.

"Much better," Tyson smiled. "Dragoon really saved me? No way!"

"It figures that you were unconscious while it happened," Ray said, sur pressing a laugh. "Dont forget our credit, we had to carry you to the nearest house to get help."

"Howd you stop the bleeding?" Tyson said, managing to sit up. "I mean, if my wrist was cut there had to be a lot of blood."

"Rays the hero there," Max smiled. "He used his bandana as a bandage and tied it tightly round your wrist. Luckily, the cut wasnt too deep so you didnt lose that much blood. The doctors say that youll be able to get out of here tomorrow afternoon."

"Good," Tyson said. "I havent eaten in ages."

The only response that came was a Marge Simpson like groan from Ray.

Dragoon smiled at the comment, it was just like his master to put his stomach before anything else. He didnt mind, as long as he kept himself safe. If, by chance, his master did end up in danger then he would be ready to defend him. It was the sacred law for a bit beast to protect its master, no matter what. Dragoon had sworn that he would always keep this promise and watch over his master. No matter what.

"Oh man," Tyson groaned, looking at the small hospital menu that the nurse had given him. "I cant decide. The chicken looks like the best but Ive always enjoyed a nice bit of cod. Damn this wide range system."

"I know how you can decide," Max piped up.

"You do?" Tyson said, turning to look at him. "What?"

"Ok, Im going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer them as quick as you can, got that,"

"Gotcha," Tyson said. "Go."

"What colour do you prefer, yellow or red?"

"Red."

"What do you wear, boxers or briefs?"

"Neither."

"Who would you rather sleep with, Mariah or Emily?"

"Maraih."

"Hey!" Ray yelled angrily.

"What do you think Oliver is, a boy or a girl?"

"Girl."

"What do you want, chicken or fish?"

"Chicken."

"There you go," Max smiled. "Looks like youre having the chicken for dinner."

"Wow," Tyson smiled as the nurse finally took the order and left. "That really works."

"Why did you say that about Mariah?" Ray snapped angrily. "Shes my girl."

"If theres one thing Micheal taught me," Tyson smiled. "Is how to recognise a hot girl and your Mariah is hot."

"Thanks, I guess," Ray said, relaxing.

"Hey I just thought," Tyson said, suddenly sitting up. "What happened to that kid those two jerks had. You know, the one Ray met."

"I dont know," Max said. "He disappeared."