about me and I pretended to be obedient to them. I hadn't noticed before that they had been giving me these parts for six months. Then, at an away tournament, I fled. I pretended I was going to our cabin and just ran. They were on my heels and would not give up. They sent Tala, whom you already know. He was and still is Biovolt's best blader. He plays by their rules and is docile. With him, the experiments and brainwashing were completely successful.He's the perfect doll. No compassion, no humanity, no hatred, and no vengeance. He hardly has any feelings. In him there is only pure determination to fight and to win. He destroys in the arena. He takes everything from his opponents, which is why they practiced this sport. Your pride, your fun, your Blade ..... and the Bitbeast. Tala is as freezing as the colors of his eyes. What he doesn't remember is that he was completely broken by Biovolt. The polarity was reversed, he is no longer who he used to be. They tried me too. At first I enjoyed it because I enjoyed the blading. I was only four years old and didn't understand much about people and certainly not what these monsters were planning at Biovolt. When I was seven I started to wonder where my parents are and if I could see them. From the school class on the second floor in the abbey, I often observed children with their parents. How they laughed, hugged each other, kissed, carried their child on their shoulders, pulled the hat right over their head, loved it ..... were always there for their child, loved it ..... "<br /><br />
I watched as Kai wrapped the blanket more tightly and turned his head a little away. He looked so hurt, so sad. It was impossible to put into words the pain that struck his resigned eyes. So I just listened. The way he spoke, he was soon whispering and there was this slight tremor in his voice, I was afraid if I said something now that it would be the wrong one and he was silent again. I didn't know what they'd done to him, save for the drugs and the suppression. And what had happened to his parents? Had he been given up for adoption as soon as he was born and had Biovolt ripped him off? He would go on, I was just not allowed to disturb. But I moved closer to him, clearly felt the tremor that went through his body. <br />
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"So I asked about my parents. I refused to eat, exercise and bit the doctors who examined me. That must have been the first time they drugged me.I knew that the chairman of Biovolt was my grandfather. I was hoping for him! I was his grandson, he couldn't let them do that to me! But I was locked up, only had a small room with the most basic equipment and was given the drugs. I just wanted to know if I had had people like that who loved me and maybe even missed me? But why wasn't I with them then? Voltaire gave me no answer, he ordered something completely different. He wanted to make me the best blader in the whole abbey, no, in the whole world! Everything was fine with him. He once explained to me that a bitbeast was being researched for me that was called Black Dranzer. This would be predestined for me and I would have to develop even further, as this Bitbeast and I would be the ultimate weapon together. No mercy, no feelings, just struggle and victory. I was always on the verge of believing everything and accepting what was said and finally giving in, showing obedience and willingness as they expected.I hoped that then they wouldn't hurt me so much and that I would get a room with a window again. I wanted to be alone, yes, but I also wanted to observe nature and watch other people who had something I didn't have. I don't know if it was envy, but I know I only had these questions. That tore me back and forth. On the one hand I wanted to submit and be left in peace, on the other hand I hated it and always did the opposite of what was asked. That changed with the drugs and I fell into lethargy. The fight raged on inside me, but my mind no longer paid any attention to what my feelings were saying. I was functioning the way I always should. They captured my spirit in my body, but they knew that they were accepting that. I didn't matter to them. It was all about my skills. My body was improved, made more resilient, pushed up. I was like a machine with a soul."He faltered again in his flood of stories. <br />
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I wish you a nice week!