The energy inside the room was way too high... it was a party... the championships had finally ended, the obvious winners of the tournament being the Bladebreakres. Most of the teams were present to celebrate their victory. Tyson had managed to order all the items off the menu and more. He and Max had also managed to eat more than half of it all by them selves; it was some sort of an eating competition. Exhausted from all the hard work of chewing that their mouths had done, both of them had dozed off on the floor next to the table. Tyson's loud snoring mixing with the tuneless music that rattled the room at full volume, flatly ignoring complaints coming from other residents at the hotel. Every one was lost in the middle of a dance of their own, when, suddenly, there was a knock on the door. But they were all so high on the music that the starkly contrasting faint pounding on the door almost went unnoticed. Almost.
The figure that was staring out of the window seemed to have heard the noise. He moved swiftly towards the door dodging all the dancing disasters. The slate haired boy reached for the door and opened it, only to let in another bunch of squeaky girls who went into fits of giggles at the sight of him. Defeated he just stepped out himself, slamming the door shut on all the noise that had almost driven him mad. Then like always he started walking not knowing exactly 'to where'.
He dug his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket to shield them from the fierce cold outside the hotel. Tomorrow they would be flying back to Japan. Then training for the world championships. Let Tyson have some fun he thought for now a smirk painted his face pushing the blue triangular tattoos on his cheeks up, just a little, as he walked on. He knew most parts of Russia like the back of his hand, so it was not very difficult for him to weave his way in and out of the little lanes of this particular city. But more than anything, it was the frigid climate of Moscow that had always fascinated him, cause it was the cold climate of the city that, he thought, made his heart feel a little warmer than it normally felt.
He had hardly noticed that his feet had led him to a small park while he was lost in thought. It looked more like a garden actually, with a small patch of neatly cut green grass in the middle, lined with tiny yellow flowers. He made his way towards a bench that sat quietly under one of the larger trees that circled the garden and lay down on it looking into the dark green mess of sleeping leaves. Closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to listen to the sounds that the night made.
Crack. He did not open his eyes at the sound, but tried to listen harder. Crunch. Someone was trying to walk without making noise. He strained his ears further, smirked mentally; they always try so hard to make me feel at home whenever I am in Russia. He waited for a few more minutes before getting to his feet again. A glance at his watch told him, 3 a.m. slowly he started retracing his footsteps back to the hotel. The biting cold, trying to wiggle its way through his thick black jacket. He realised that he actually had not gone very far away from the hotel. It was only a 15 minute walk back. But he had not let the appearing and disappearing of the tiny red light, not ten yards away from him, go unnoticed. What are they playing at? filming my actions... Really they just behave like small kids, "Hn..." irritating.
He made his way through the main entrance of the hotel. Lowering his head a little, causing his slate coloured hair to fall further into his face, shielding his eyes from the sudden inflow of bright yellow light. He walked past the empty reception desk, shooting a quick glance at the clock on the table, almost 3:20 a.m. Something besides the time caught his attention. The glossy glass of the watch also showed him the reflection of someone who had moved behind him. He paused for a moment and ran his right hand through his dual shaded hair, I hope this does not get out of hand, and then started making his way towards the elevator in the corner of the grand lobby. The elevator beeped open when it reached the ground floor, he stepped inside and let the glass doors close behind him, then pressed a button. The recorded voice of a woman said 'Fifteenth floor'. He looked up and saw himself looking at him from inside the mirror in front of him, need to sleep.
The elevator doors beeped open again on reaching the fifteenth floor. Kai stepped out and instinctively made his way towards Tyson and Max's room where the big party was. Hn the door was open. He moved into the room, all his senses alert. The party animals had left the room in a total mess and nobody had bothered to switch off the lights. But nothing suspicious. But he had to make sure so he unwillingly moved further into the destroyed room. There were several people sleeping on the floor including Tyson and Max, Tyson's loud snoring more prominent now that the music was thankfully turned off. It looked like nobody wanted to leave the champions' room. The couches were occupied by the three girls: Hillary, Mariam and Emily. Kenny was in the windowsill dizzy by his side. Hn, where is Rei? Kai looked around once again; he finally spotted the Chinese blader sound asleep in a chair in the far corner of the room.
Reassured, Kai walked out of the messy room and towards his own room. In a way he was glad that Rei was sleeping in party infested room, he wanted to be alone. He put his hand into his pant pocket and retrieved a card and swiped it down the slot near the door. There was a slight electronic beeping sound and the door clicked open. He pushed it with one tired hand and opened the soundlessly. Stepping inside the room he let the door fall shut behind him with a slight thud. The room was dark. He groped in the dark for a while before he found the switches. Click. SLASH.
At first he thought maybe it was the sudden brightness that made him feel drained. But in a few seconds time he realised that the pain that was gripping his body had nothing to do with the brightness. He fell to his knees. Blood pouring out of his body. His hand automatically made its way to his chest where the source of the blood loss was. There was a deep cut there. The blood refusing to stop. SLASH. Another cut. This time planting pain across his back. Kai tried to open his eyes. Through his blurry vision he saw what he thought was a pair of feet standing in a pool of blood. His blood. The feet moved out from the reaches of his vision. Somebody roughly dragged him off the ground towards the middle of the room. Two men, he counted trying to keep track of what was happening. Then he was thrown on to the bed. Unable to move he lay in the bed. His blood, now being soaked by the bed, was spreading around his body in a neat circle. Then he felt a needle being pushed up his left arm, warm liquid flowing from it into his body. Drowsy. Sleep overcame all his senses, have to stay awake, and forcefully pulled him down into a deep slumber.