He stands there silently, his finger running over the scars on his face.
I thought they should have faded by now.
They were not his only reminder of that place, but they were the most visible. He had gotten so many questions about them in the past. He'd never been able to answer those questions.
The fewer people who knew, the better.
But to the ones who did, the scars marring his face were a brand, forever marking him as one from that place.
One who had suffered through a living death and walked out.
Most boys who left didn't walk again. Instead, they were carried out in black trash bags.
They were never found.
Kyoya was still running, even now. He still had to watch over his shoulder and be suspicious of every stranger or comrade because they were still looking for him. Anyone could be working for them, so as long as he kept his mouth shut and kept moving, they wouldn't find him.
At least, probably not. It had worked for eleven years, so why should it stop now?
Kyoya sighs and lets his hand fall to the sink countertop.
Maybe, just maybe, he could leave the Abbey behind.
Yes, this is a crossover of the original Beyblade and the Metal Fight Beyblade.
If I continue, a few familiar faces will make an appearance.
