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Title: Forgotten Author: Ice Storm Tiger
A/N: I had a dream, with this plot except weirder, so that's where I got the plot. I didn't steal the plot, so you don't steal the plot! Ok?
~Prologue~
The soft, silky, dark blue hair floats with the wind in a hypnotic rhythm. The sun shines through the hair and shows the bloody face of a young boy. His arms are stabbed furiously by a unknown shadow. The boy struggles to escape from his opponent. He begins to run. The legs follow the path with difficulty, but continue. The blood spills onto the ground and stains the rocky path. The shadow follows the blood, and is led right to the boy.
The boy finds the dead end that blocks his escape. The shadow smiles. He takes his dagger and throws it into the boy's flesh. The boy screams in pain as the dagger takes its new place. It is placed through his chest. The boy begins to fall to the floor, going unconscious. His head takes its new place when it smashes into a rock. The shadow leaves. The boy is left in the darkness of the alley.
***
"Hey, he's waking up," the doctor wailed. It had been several days after the incident when Tyson woke up. He had broken many parts of his body, and had lost a lot of blood. The doctors were surprised that Tyson had woken up today, and has assumed that he'd wake up the next.
"Where am I?"
The horrific statement was heard many time by the doctors. He had lost his memory, and sadly wouldn't remember anything that had happened before. It made all the doctors miserable. They had hoped that he would remember something, but they weren't sure. "Who am I?" It was worse than they had thought. Tyson lost his complete memory, and wouldn't get it back.
"Yes, you've been in an accident and have forgotten everything, Tyson. We will fill in as much as we can. Your mother is dead and your father is an archeologist. You're 14 and you have no one to take care of you. However, we have heard you are into beyblading, so we have all agreed to assign you in a new team."
Tyson took a glance around the room. It was all white to the extent that it made Tyson's eyes hurt. He took a blink and made an attempt to get up from his position. He fell back down, realizing that his leg was in a cast, along with his arm.
"You shouldn't try that, you're too injured." The doctor smiled. "Soon once you're able to walk, we'll introduce you to your new team mates. Until then, take some rest. You'll play in the American tournament. Good-bye."
The doctor left Tyson alone to think, but everything was a blur. His mind was blank. He couldn't see anything. All he knew about him was the details about him, which wasn't very important. He forgot his friends, if he had some, anyway. He forgot his family, his mother, father. He even forgot his personality. But he knew one thing, he liked to beyblade. And since he knew that, he'd do his best and try to live off of the one thing he knew. At least then he wouldn't live a lie.
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A/N: Short, I know. But this is only the prologue. I'll make the next chapters longer. I will actually finish this fic, but have lost inspiration in the others. I won't be continuing them, so sorry to disappoint you.
Title: Forgotten Author: Ice Storm Tiger
A/N: I had a dream, with this plot except weirder, so that's where I got the plot. I didn't steal the plot, so you don't steal the plot! Ok?
~Prologue~
The soft, silky, dark blue hair floats with the wind in a hypnotic rhythm. The sun shines through the hair and shows the bloody face of a young boy. His arms are stabbed furiously by a unknown shadow. The boy struggles to escape from his opponent. He begins to run. The legs follow the path with difficulty, but continue. The blood spills onto the ground and stains the rocky path. The shadow follows the blood, and is led right to the boy.
The boy finds the dead end that blocks his escape. The shadow smiles. He takes his dagger and throws it into the boy's flesh. The boy screams in pain as the dagger takes its new place. It is placed through his chest. The boy begins to fall to the floor, going unconscious. His head takes its new place when it smashes into a rock. The shadow leaves. The boy is left in the darkness of the alley.
***
"Hey, he's waking up," the doctor wailed. It had been several days after the incident when Tyson woke up. He had broken many parts of his body, and had lost a lot of blood. The doctors were surprised that Tyson had woken up today, and has assumed that he'd wake up the next.
"Where am I?"
The horrific statement was heard many time by the doctors. He had lost his memory, and sadly wouldn't remember anything that had happened before. It made all the doctors miserable. They had hoped that he would remember something, but they weren't sure. "Who am I?" It was worse than they had thought. Tyson lost his complete memory, and wouldn't get it back.
"Yes, you've been in an accident and have forgotten everything, Tyson. We will fill in as much as we can. Your mother is dead and your father is an archeologist. You're 14 and you have no one to take care of you. However, we have heard you are into beyblading, so we have all agreed to assign you in a new team."
Tyson took a glance around the room. It was all white to the extent that it made Tyson's eyes hurt. He took a blink and made an attempt to get up from his position. He fell back down, realizing that his leg was in a cast, along with his arm.
"You shouldn't try that, you're too injured." The doctor smiled. "Soon once you're able to walk, we'll introduce you to your new team mates. Until then, take some rest. You'll play in the American tournament. Good-bye."
The doctor left Tyson alone to think, but everything was a blur. His mind was blank. He couldn't see anything. All he knew about him was the details about him, which wasn't very important. He forgot his friends, if he had some, anyway. He forgot his family, his mother, father. He even forgot his personality. But he knew one thing, he liked to beyblade. And since he knew that, he'd do his best and try to live off of the one thing he knew. At least then he wouldn't live a lie.
~~~
A/N: Short, I know. But this is only the prologue. I'll make the next chapters longer. I will actually finish this fic, but have lost inspiration in the others. I won't be continuing them, so sorry to disappoint you.