Unexpected

Epilogue

A warm night caught the Blitzkrieg, the All Starz, White Tigers, GRevolution, BEGA, FDynasty, Barthez Battalion and the remaining Majestics all in the Hiwatari Estate in Moscow. Everyone was asleep...except for two people.

It was a year after their dreadful ordeal, dubbed by the media as the Nantes Incident (that being the Majestics' private residence where everything began) but was mysteriously forbidden to create an investigation of their own. The bladers had taken into consideration team BEGA's proposal of staying in one house. The other teams occasionally returned to their home countries for a few weeks or so...two months at a stretch, but the need to return to a place where they felt safest in always prevailed and friendships had deepened since then.

Kai was prowling about the third floor, unable to sleep. He was reaching the end of the hallway and came to a quiet stop by the dimly lit staircase. Crimson eyes cast a wistful glance past the rooms of the other European teams and on to the room at the far end of the hall, closest to a huge bay window. Behind that far door lay Enrique...turned Giancarlo, and Oliver, sharing peaceful slumber with the rest. The actual door was visible as of that moment; the hall wasn't lighted and hardly any moonlight streamed through the window's glass. It seemed to Kai that he was standing at the edge of infinite darkness.

Hurried footsteps jolted the bluenette out of this thoughts. Tala came running up the stairs and almost crashed into him. The tangy redhead looked deeply troubled and scared.

"Kai! Kai!" he began in an urgent whisper. "Your father called. You weren't there to answer so I took the message."

"What did he say?" the other boy asked.

Tala was shaking and his companion was shocked to find him on the verge of tears. "Remember James?"

The elder Russian frowned. "James...James McGregor? Johnny's brother who works for dad's agency," he consequently stated. "How is he?"

There was a heavy sniff. "Do you know Faust?"

"Robert's cousin? The one who looks just like him?"

"Yes, yes. Them."

"What about?"

Icy blue eyes stared mournfully. "...they're dead."

Kai blanched. "What?!" he hissed, his mind immediately returning to the murders of not long ago.

The redhead's voice wavered as a dry sob was suppressed. "And what's more, they died in the Nantes house..."

"But that can't be," the bluenette protested. "An official investigation was made and only two bodies were found. A genetic test proved that they weren't James and Faust, we know as much..."

"That genetic test wasn't as thorough as it should have been. Your dad's agency conducted another."

"What then of Johnny and Robert?"

"That's exactly it. Johnny and Robert never died."

Kai's eyes went wide. "Tell me you aren't joking Tala...please...this is a serious affair." He grabbed the younger Russian's shoulders but the latter's face scrunched up in a painful expression relaying 'I wish it WAS a joke but...'

Tala's tears went unhindered. "Tell me, Kai," he asked quietly. "What's Johnny's full name?"

"Jonathan McGregor."

"Robert's?"

"...Ralf Robert Jurgen...good God..." Kai's arms lost their energy and fell to his sides.

Tala shook his head violently. "I'm really scared, Kai..."

The bluenette gathered him in a hug and rubbed his back vigorously. The realization hit them both hard enough to make them bleed.

"Giancarlo's in trouble," Kai whispered.

"Over my dead body," was the Blitzkrieg team captain's harsh retort.

There was a soft click of a window latch at the opposite end of the bedroom hall. At the sound, the heads of the two Russian's shot up and they quickly melted into the shadows of the hall, holding their breaths. More silent than black cats, they inched their way to the murderers.

"Enrique--"

"Oh no you don't," was the small irritated mutter from Kai before he and Tala made their tones as happy as possible.

"Johnny? Robert?"

"Kai! Tala!"

Two gunshots were heard, followed by the sound of two thuds on the carpet.

"Giancarlo! Shit, the door's locked!" Kai yelled while Tala made sure the murderers were finally dead.

They were too late.

Immediately after the shooting, bloodcurdling screams erupted from Oliver and Enrique's room. Miguel was the first to bolt out of his room, followed by his team.

"What's happening?!" he demanded.

They heard the Italian screaming. "Oliver please!"

"Aw crap. Giancarlo! Giancarlo!"

The number of bladers trying desperately to break down the door grew. Everyone was soon gathered in the narrow hall when Tyson pushed past them and quickly handed Kai the key.

A deafening silence reigned down upon all as the bedroom door slowly opened. The lights went up and many of the girls screamed. The boys cried out in shock. Bryan was heard swearing, followed by a breathy "Impossible..." from Rei.

Tala sank to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Kai leaned heavily against the wall, ignoring the dragging weight in his chest, trying to stem his own tide of tears. Miguel was wide-eyes shaking his head in a frantic disbelieving manner. The rest of them were stunned speechless as a peek inside the bedroom was taken.

Enrique was dead...

...slaughtered beyond hope in the style that was unmistakably Nathan's and Ralf's. Jenny was gone.

'Why?' was softly uttered to the winds.

END

A/N: Sad...really. I hope you enjoyed this! I certainly had one heck of a time writing it and super duper thanks for the unending support from Winterblazewolf! Till next time ...enjoy!xD and ciAo for now...