The Secret of BC Sol ~Rewrite~

Chapter Four

Sisco jumped awake as a hard knock was dealt to his door, disturbing the silent atmosphere. He heaved a deep groan and rubbed the sleep from his blue eyes, slipping his glasses back on as he stood. He walked towards his door and unlocked it, opening it.
    “What?” He hissed angrily, thoroughly pissed at the fact someone woke him up.
    “Is that any way to talk to your superior?” Trad asked in a snap, his hands on his hips.
    “You did just wake me up, so finish the puzzle…” The blue-eyed man growled, crossing his arms as a yawn slipped past his lips. “What the hell do you want?
    “Ang sent me. She said that she doesn’t want you skipping out on Lunch like you did breakfast.” The bey trainer explained simply, turning his head away with his amber eyes closed?

Lunch? Just exactly what time was it? Sisco took a glance at the alarm clock on his nightstand, blinking in surprise at the actual time. It was already after two in the afternoon.
    “Fine… I’ll be there in a minute…” He grumbled, closing the door. Well, not before Trad stopped it with his hand, a glare in his eyes.
    “Don’t even think for a second that you’re missing out on the rest of today’s training, Sisco. We’re already down one blader, we don’t need to make it two.” The other male warned, causing Sisco to grit his sharp teeth. The trainer let go of the door and turned away, walking down the hall without another word.

Sisco took in a deep breath as he shut his door, releasing it in a sigh as he leaned against the wood for a minute. He grit his teeth in annoyance as Trad’s words repeated through his head, ruffling his hair angrily.
    “Ugh, he pisses me off so bad…” He growled, opening his door again and walking out.

He walked through the hall and made it into the dining room, directing a harsh glare to Trad once their eyes met.
    “Well, hey there Sisco!” He heard Ang greet, certainly sounding happy that he came. He turned to her, sparing a small, tired smile. “Ya look like ya got at least some sleep.”
    “Yeah, a bit I guess…” He replied, sitting at a table with a grunt.
    “Are ya feelin’ hungry? I noticed ya didn’ eat a lot this mornin’.” The southerner asked, setting a tray down in front of him yet again. Sisco gave her a shrugged, tired blue staring down at the food with distaste. He felt a hand brush through his messy green hair, remembering when Cuza would always do it and smiled sadly, trying to ignore the tears filling his eyes.

His eyes found Ang’s, the mother figure smiling at him before turning to walk back into the kitchen.
    “Try an’ eat, will ya? If you don’, you’re gonna make yerself sick…” She told him, leaving him be. Again, Sisco stared down at the food with distaste, his mind and his stomach arguing over whether to eat or not. The green-haired blader sighed softly, picking up the fork and reluctantly taking a bite.

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Cuza’s throat burned in agony as hot tears coated his cheeks, the taste of vomit and another thick substance still lingering on his tongue. He feels absolutely disgusted, violated, used for someone else’s sick and twisted pleasures.

This Alex guys was the fucking worst.

He shivered as he laid against the freezing concrete floor, wrapping up the best he could in the raggedy blanket his abductor so kindly provided to him. He glanced down at his wrist and heaved a sigh, saddened that Alex had torn off his beloved bracelet.

God, how much he misses Sisco…

He curled up more against the floor, one of his small, tan hands resting against his stomach with a soft smile. He rubbed it gently though there was no bump, the thought of his baby the only thing to keep his confidence. Sisco’s going to find him though, no way he’d give up…

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Sisco growled to himself as he pushed to run faster, passing the other members of the team as he did. Running, a great way to blow off steam and get rid of the anger plaguing his head. And, of course, blading with Satan. He glanced behind him to see the rest of the pack, causing him to smirk in satisfaction. He stared ahead as victory was in his grasp, reaching out for it with a final push-

Fate decided against him as his foot caught a fucking rock, sending him to the ground in a matter of seconds as the rest of the team passed him to the finish. Sisco groaned lowly and shakily picked himself off of the ground, out of breath and sweaty as his body ached from the fall. He coughed and spit into the grass, it now tainted a slight red as blood trickled from his nose. His gloved hand ran through his hair, pushing the yellow streak he has back before it rebound back to its position.
    “Come on Sisco! No time to just sit around!” Trad called out to him, making the Satan blader grit his teeth. He got up and rubbed the back of his hand across his face, smearing the blood with it.
    “Great…” He muttered to himself. “Just fucking perfect…” He made his way back to the starting position of the races, deciding to ignore the pain and the blood. 
    “Sisco?” Kris called to him, causing him to turn. Two sets of blue eyes met and Kris smiled softly, her arms holding each other. “Why don’t you go get cleaned up and calm down? We’ll finish up here.”

Trad stopped and glanced in the team owner’s direction, glaring at Sisco as his hands tightened on his tablet. The injured man sighed, giving her a soft nod.
    “Sure…” He told her shortly, brushing past her as he walked his way back to the campus. Kris shifted her feet slightly, watching as the other bladers lined up for the next drill.
    “You’ve been awfully nice to him lately. Why is that?” The bey trainer asked, glancing at her.
    “He’s dealing with a lot of personal things that’s being super hard on him. Try not to be so hard on him either, his stress levels are already through the roof.” Kris explained, looking at him with a kind smile.
    “I’ll try…” Trad hummed, blowing his whistle to start the next drill.

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The door to the small room within the basement opened yet again, making him shudder at the mere thought of another ‘game’. Cuza peeked his yellow eyes up from his knees to find the same cold red eyes staring harshly back at him.

In his tanned hands, he held rope, causing the smaller male to swallow the growing lump in his throat. Alex approached him tauntingly, his hands tightening on the rope as a menacing smile played at his lips. His body language terrified Cuza, pressing his back further into the wall the closer he stepped to him…

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