Sentimental: One-shot. I couldn't help myself, it was so sad when I dreamt it. ;o;
Story Inspiration: A dream.
Disclaimer: Just own the dream...plot...whatever.
Nothing more.
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Only One Hero
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The pain. The blood. The screams. The tears. The panic. The fear. He saw it in his mind from the eyes of two others, from the eyes of his siblings. He was glad now, for them, they didn't remember all that, it was all locked away in the deepest pits of their 'erased' memories. Only he remembered. Only he and their parents, whom had both gotten the electric chair two months ago. Only he remembered the terror in their eyes as they were beaten and raped senseless, eyes always glazed over with confusion, hurt, and betrayal. His brother had always been taught that these forms of torture had been 'presents' for being a good boy, but he learned quickly, yet still had faith that their parents had actually loved him. His honey orbs would always glisten with the biggest tears as the adults slapped, punched and whipped him, breaking his already broken body for more experiments; his sunny eyes had actually come from a tiger, along with his teeth, and his ears had been stretched to heir elven like ways by hand. His sister, with her bubble gum hair and cotton candy eyes, had always tried to keep from screaming when beaten, she thought it would bring in more pain. She was the only girl who dwelled the many hallways, that wasn't an adult, yet she was held prisoner up above, taught the same ways of her experimented brother, yet she had no idea as to whom he was.
He had no idea who she was either.
They both thought that the one who actually cared for them, unable to do anything when they got beaten, (as he was chained to walls and made invisible to their eyes) was a monster, who would eat them whole. He remembered the panic and adrenaline rushing through his brother's eyes when their father pushed him in that room with a hologram of himself. He remembered his sister's panic when he had confronted her.
Yet they knew nothing of that.
Only him.
Their memories of all that had happened to them was replaced with false ones of their new homes. His brother's was in a small village in China. His sister's, he had forgotten, and it killed him inside. Even all the people surrounding them had false memories implanted within them as well. How did he know this? He was there. And it tore him limb from limb as he watched more screams, and more pain as they had invaded, him, yet again, unable to do anything to stop it.
But...everyone was happy. They were happy. Ray and Mathilda..his siblings...they had great lives. He was happy for them, although he would never talk to them unless needed to. He found it hard to avoid them, he wanted to tell them how much he loved him, and had wished he could turn back time and never hurt his poor brother when they were...'reunited' in the first Beyblade Tournament.
"Bryan."
"Hmm?" his eyes didn't flicker at his red-haired companion.
"You've been zoned out for nearly an hour, what's up?"
"Thinking."
Frozen eyes frowned,"About...?" they wanted more answers.
"Back then."
No more questions were asked as Tala walked away, understanding, and yet not completely. The Blitzkreig Boys captain always assumed Bryan was talking about his pain from that dreaded place, but, no, he wasn't as selfish as that. It always landed on those two people, whom he loved, yet could never tell them or get close to. Bryan knew though, that even though he wasn't what you would call your every day hero, he was a hero, every day, just in a different way. His love for those two, it made him a hero, as he loved them too much to tell them that they were family...
As he was only one hero, keeping two other heroes from crumbling.
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Sentimental: And, of course, it was better in my dream. Sorry if it makes no sense.