The Secret of BC Sol ~Rewrite~

Chapter Three

Sisco held the bracelet carefully in his hand before taking off back to the campus, desperately trying to get the tears blurring his vision out of his eyes. He ran through the gate and went to find Kris, passing by confused bladers. His low energy creeped back up into his lungs and his head, the tall man shaking his head to keep himself moving.
    “Kris!” He called to her, finding her on the path back to her office. The maroon-haired turned to him as she stalled her steps watching as Sisco ran up out of breath and distressed.
    “Sisco, what’s wrong? What happened?” She asked him in concern, the green-haired man in front of her dropping to his knees in exhaustion. “Sisco?”
    “Something… Something isn’t right…” The Satan blader told her breathlessly, pushing his free hand through his hair that was dampened with sweat. Kris looked confused, kneeling down in front of him.
    “Breathe Sisco, please. What do you mean something isn’t right?”

Sisco did his best to breathe in, his lungs feeling like they were being squeezed by an unknown force. He held up the bracelet in his hand, Kris’s eyebrows furrowing upon recognition.
    “Hey, I’ve seen that before…”
    “It’s Cuza’s…” Another failed deep breath. “I bought this for him on our one year anniversary, and I’ve never seen him take it off.”
    “Sisco, what are you saying?”
    “Either it fell off during his walk, or someone got a hold of him… A-and I have a bad feeling about it being the second option…”

Sisco wanted to scream. He wanted to scream and cry at the horrifying thought of Cuza being ripped away from him, tears filling his eyes. Kris set gentle hands on his shoulders, watching as teary blue eyes met hers in a weak gaze.
    “The police know he’s missing Sisco… There isn’t much we can do now, so let’s just leave it to the professionals for now… Okay?” The maroon-haired female told him gently,trying her best to keep her own head level. For once though, Sisco nodded with a sigh, taking his hand to brush away the tears in his eyes before he stood.

His eyes caught the bracelet in his eyes again, his fingers running over the silver chain and the charms that laid on it, a small smile on his lips.
    “Yeah, the professionals…” He echoed her words, brushing past her and walking towards his room. Kris watched him with a soft gaze, turning and making her way back to her office.

~~~

Cuza shook violently as he curled into himself more and more on the freezing concrete, his torn-to-scraps clothing and a thin ragged blanket providing zero warmth or comfort. Dry tears stuck to his cheeks, fear clouding his head and his yellow eyes as he stared off at the wall.

He didn’t even remember what had happened. He went out for his early morning walk and the last thing he remembered was something smashing him over the head and knocking him out, he eventually waking up with a splitting headache and his ankle chained to an opposing wall.
He doesn’t even know who took him, having not even seen his face yet. That fact scared him the most, besides the baby that resided in his stomach currently.

A door opened suddenly and slowly, a stream of light flooding it’s way into the room as a tall figure stood in the doorway. It was the first time Cuza got the chance to look over his abductor, their cold red eyes boring holes into his yellow ones as the smaller shuddered. They walked further into the room and knelt in front of Cuza, a sharp grin on their lips. The acrobat studied the figure and felt all of the color leave his skin upon the realization that his captor was, in fact, a man. He gave off a heavy punk or emo vibe with the amount of black and tears among his clothing. He was definitely much older than the eighteen-year-old, maybe around twenty-five at the most, and his hair was that of a raven. Pitch black.

Sweat beaded its way across Cuza’s forehead as the man gave a deep rumble of a chuckle, fear further piercing its way into his heart as a large hand reached and grabbed him by the throat…

~~~

The next couple of days were filled with no sleep and terrible thoughts for Sisco, the poor man trudging his way through the hall. Knowing that Cuza was out in the world, most likely afraid of wherever he was, made the green-haired man sick to his stomach. The Satan blader yawned heavily as he walked through the door of the dining hall, the eyes of the other bladers turning to him nearly immediately.

Sisco just ignored them all as he sat at an empty table, leaning back in his chair shortly after sitting down. He took his glasses off and rubbed his aching, tired eyes, closing them for a second to rest them.
    “Sisco honey, are ya gettin’ any sleep at night?” Ang’s concern-laced southern voice called to him, causing him to peek a blue open and look at her.
    “Ah, no…” Sisco answered her with another harsh yawn, slipping his glasses back on and sitting back up. “Just knowing Cuza is out there somewhere, somewhere I don’t know of, is making me afraid to sleep…” His eyes slipped closed again as he rested his head on his hand, taking in a deep breath. He sensed something set in front of him and opened his eyes yet again, a tray of breakfast on the table now.

Ang gave him a small smile, ruffling his green hair gently.
    “Try an’ get some food in that belly of yers. Cuza would wan’ you to still take care of yerself, so please. After breakfast, you march right on back to yer room and get some sleep.” She told him sweetly, that motherly tone in her southern drawl. Sisco went to object, not getting the chance as Ang continued. “Don’ you dare try an’ say otherwise mister. Kris an’ I were already talking an’ she even agreed. So you’re doin’ as I say.”

Sisco blinked and stared at her in amusement, sighing and nodding.
    “Alright alright, I will… But it’s that bey trainer I’m mostly worried about…”
    “Don’ you mind Trad. I’ll make sure he leaves you alone.” The southern mama told him, rubbing his shoulder softly. Sisco took in a breath as he picked at his food slightly, taking a bite and doing everything in his power to not spit it back out. Ang smiled and let him eat, making her way back to the kitchen to wash some of the dishes.

The tall blader stared blankly down at the tray, continuing to poke at the food as his stomach turned in protest at the smell. Looking up, Sisco grit his teeth in annoyance, noticing some of the sad looks people were giving him.
    “Staring’s a bit rude, don’t you think?!” He snapped at them suddenly, growling lowly. The outburst proved effective as they all looked away to continue their eating, but he felt it wasn’t worth it. The Satan blader pushed his breakfast away and stood sharply, storming out of the dining room in rage. His anger was seething as he made the walk back to his room, tears filling his eyes.
    ‘I’m such a fucking idiot…’ He angrily mumbled in his thoughts, swallowing the growing lump in his throat. He screamed and slammed his hand against the wall, angry tears now on his cheeks. “This is bullshit!”

He sighed and continued the walk to his room, slamming the door after finally walking inside. He twisted the lock and kicked his boots off with a grunt, collapsing on his bed. The green-haired blader turned onto his side and gripped Cuza’s pillow tightly against his chest, breathing in his scent and curbing his anger. Oh how he misses him greatly…

His exhaustion finally creeped up on him as he pulled his glasses off, gripping the pillow tighter as his eyes finally closed.

~~~

    “W-who are you…?” Cuza asked, the poor teen finally finding the courage to ask him. The mysterious red-eyed man chuckled darkly, kneeling down and roughly grabbing Cuza’s cheeks in his hand.
    “I’m the one that you really need to fear, young one… The one who is going to break you and your spirit to pieces with whatever I chose to do to you…” He told him sadistically, his other hand pushing Cuza’s disastrous black hair back.

“My name is Alex Zurake…”

NightBear15 signing off...