Disclaimer: Beyblade belongs to Aoki Takao. I only own the plot and the OCs that might appear.
Warning: Mentions/hints of character death, some gory/graphic scenes and late updates(XP).
Brooklyn snapped his eyes open.
Plastic models of birds greeted him, hanging from the ceiling which had been painted to resemble the sky.
He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, rolling over to bury his face in the pillow. He laid there for a while, savouring the moment of peace that would soon be broken once he stepped out the place.
Without looking, he could tell what exactly could be found in the room. He was, after all, in his bedroom from many years ago, back when he was a kindergartner. He spent many after school hours in here, sitting on the chair opposite his best friend Mr. Teddy, drawing with his crayons or reading a book from the crammed bookshelf that stood just beside the bed.
Pushing the memories away, the nineteen year old released a yawn and sat up, his legs dangling awkwardly from the edge of the child-sized bed."What is it this time, Zeus?" he mumbled, running a hand though his ginger hair as he stood up and walked towards the door, stepping easily around the mess of matchbox cars and trains on the floor.
The beyblade in his pocket heated up briefly in response.
Shaking his head at the not-quite-answer, Brooklyn pushed the beech door open. Sunlight streamed into the room, momentarily blinding him. He took a deep breath and reluctantly stepped out, bracing himself for whatever vision that his bitbeast wanted to show him.
X
Brooklyn found himself standing in the middle of a street in Tokyo.
"Not again," he muttered, taking in the scene of destruction in front of him. It looked like a massive earthquake had hit the city, he thought, judging from the broken buildings, rubble and cracks on the ground. Eager to get the vision over and done with, Brooklyn began to walk.
Why oh why couldn't he get premonitions of pleasant things? World peace, for example, or maybe a solution for global warming. Heck, even something mundane like someone's wedding would be welcome. But noooooo, it had to be disaster/chaos/plan-to-take-over-the-world or something along those lines.
Okay.
At least it was just an earthquake this time, not another apocalyptic scenario or anything like that.
A low chuckle echoed at the back of his mind, interrupting his thoughts. Oh no, master dearest, it's not just a simple earthquake, Zeus crooned, a mocking smile evident in his voice.
"What do you mean?"
Can't you feel it?
Brooklyn closed his eyes and focused.
"Now that you mention it…"
His sentence trailed away as he began to walk to towards the heart of the city, to the source of dark energy he was sensing. It was extremely similar to Zeus' aura, he realised, his pace getting faster and faster with every step he took.
It couldn't be him again, could it? Brooklyn thought frantically, his legs pumping as he raced up a slope. He couldn't be responsible for all this destruction again- he had turned over a new leaf! He had friends now, he wouldn't do-
His foot suddenly met air.
"Ooof!"
His face slammed into the ground, gravity giving him no mercy as he tumbled down the slope on the other side, pieces of rock and rubble digging into his body. Eventually, he slowed down and came to a halt. He flopped onto his back, breathing heavily as he stared up at the spinning sky. His eyes closed and he turned to his side. Brooklyn scrunched his nose as a thick metallic smell hit him and opened his eyes.
A pair of dull green orbs stared vacantly at him. Lank green hair hung around a dirty, pale face. It was a boy, his body a bloody mess.
Alarmed, Brooklyn scrambled back. His hand met something sticky- he looked at it- and red.
Blood.
Slowly he turned.
It was another body; a girl with dark hair, a katana embedded deep in her chest. Swirling patterns glimmered on the katana's blade.
Averting his eyes, Brooklyn shakily stood up. He took a deep breath to calm himself, gagging slightly on the stench of blood and death. Slowly he scanned the area in front of him.
He was standing inside a large crater, dead bodies lying here and there. Studiously, he avoided looking at them, choosing instead to focus on the dark aura he felt earlier. Brooklyn treaded slowly towards it, hoping, praying that whatever that caused all this wasn't him.
He caught sight of himself crouched over an extremely familiar blue-haired boy. Curious, he moved nearer.
Time seemed to slow down as he watched the other Brooklyn plunge his hands into the boy's ravaged chest. A cruel smirk twisted his face as he ripped out a pulsing heart, holding it up to the sky like a trophy.
Sick with horror, Brooklyn backed away, just as a triumphant caw pierced the air.
No.
No.
AN: I hope that wasn't too weird, XD. Review please?