Epiphanies   von Marron
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                              Kapitel 12: Freedom
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Nathan merely glanced in the direction of the voice. Indeed, Oliver was standing
there, his hands balled into fists and a look on his face like he was ready to
kill him. Johnny cocked an eyebrow. How in hell did the france boy know what was
going on?
"Leave", was the dry reply from the one who held them hostage. He focused again
on Johnny, which tried to scoot away. Nathan narrowed his eyes, his jaw
clenched. "No, you will not move!", he snarled, raised one fist to hit him.
It was then that Robert practically flew to him and smacked him across the face.
Nathan stuttered backwards, shock the most evident expression as he scratched
his cheek. He looked at the blood from his cut lip and pure rage filled his
eyes. "You!", he spat and the words echoed back from the walls. "I would have
given you everything!" "No, thank you", was the dry reply, "I already have
everythig I want." They heard a sound like a beyblade was readied. As Johnny
looked past the enraged man he saw Oliver holding up his starter. "Leave them
alone!", the greenhaired said and tried obviosly his best not to sound
self-concious. Nathan spat at him: "What could you possibly do with that toy?"

He was sorry to ask that the next second as Oliver launched his beyblade, Johnny
thought. The thing he so nicely called toy flew between the bars, hit him on his
neck. Right on the side where the vein was pulsing under his skin. A knock out
point if pressed enough. Nathans hand flew to the hit, he stumbled as his sight
got blurry, sinking to the ground in an attempt to fight the obvious. His
hateful look remained on Oliver for as long as he could.
Robert sank to the ground once again. "Here!", they heard Enricos voice, "They
are here! Hurry up!" The italian and a few paramedics ran into the hall and
policemen followed. "This is the kidnapper", Oliver saind as he pointed to the
unconcious Nathan, "Would you be so kind to arrest him?" Enrico was already in
the cell and helped his friends up. "Are you okay?", he asked repeatedly, "He
did nothing too serious?" "We're good", Johnny said out of reflex. He saw Robert
flinch as a hand touched his head and added: "Well, he got a pretty bad hit on
the head. Maybe a concussion, but otherwise, we're okay." He let them have their
way with everything, all he wanted was to get out of here and into a nice, warm
bed.
Speaking of warmth..."Where is Salamalyon?", he asked, "And Griffolyon?" His two
friends looked at each other. Enrico shrugged. "Why not? If he wants them with
him?", he asked and handed the two beyblades over. As soon as Johnnys fingers
touched the beyblade, he heard the deep voice of his bitbeast: It is done.
Finally, you know what a team is. Treat this knowledge with care. A flame seared
up his arm and he lost his sight as his world went dark.

"Johnny?!", a voice said again and again. Fingers on his cheeks. A heavy pain in
his head. What was going on? He held still, thinking of the last time he woke
up. The voice sighed. "Maybe in a few hours", he mumbled and finally he could
recognize it as Roberts. His eyes fluttered open. Everything was slightly
blurry. He squeezed his eyes shut again and groaned. "Ow." "You can say that",
was the sarcastic reply. "How do you feel?" "Ready to kill someone", Johnny
sighed. He streched and felt his body protest. "What happened in there?", he
asked. "That's a long story", started his friend to say. "And we have all day to
listen to you", said a rather serious sounding Enrico from somewhere behind the
german. So, Robert started to explain it.

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