I don't own beyblade. My characters are mine! Do not be offended by my two, okay no, Four(counting Bitbeasts) OCs.
The Black Chaos Wolf
Wolf chase
I ran.
He was perusing me with an concentration as harsh and unbreakable as steel. He would not stop until he had his prey.
It was a chilly night in Russia. The forest was already dark; the sun had fallen hours ago. Eerie shadows swarmed amongst the trees, the pale lunar crescent casting faint shadows in the shrubbery.
Cold was eating into my bones and frosting my eyelashes. Visible puffs of air were panted from my mouth, a sure sign my asthma was acting up.
My body ached but I refused to stop. He was coming for me; if I was caught I was as good as dead. I needed an open space for me to summon my bit beast. If I could call Ryvern out again then I could escape. After all they couldn't exactly follow me into the sky. She could fly far enough in a single night to give us a couple days rest from pursuit.
Somehow in my blind haste to get out, I had remembered to put on a pair of shoes. That was the only reason my feet hadn't frozen yet. The dark colours of my clothes would have acted as a perfect camouflage and made my escape easier.
If it was anyone else chasing me, I would have slipped into the shadows and allow them to overshoot me. It couldn't do that. This was the person who had taught me how to be invisible, the Master of the shadows himself, while I was just a pupil. Hiding wasn't an option. Running as fast as I could in the opposite direction…
Well. It had merit.
As if my luck wasn't bad enough a feral howl rose up behind me.
He's here! Ryvern, my bit beast, warned quickly.
A shadow jumped in my path halting my desperate sprinting. I ground to a halt and stared at the shadow in disbelief. The thing rose from its haunches, glaring at me with demonic scarlet eyes. I backed away slowly.
Climbing a tree would be useless.
Running was not an option now.
The huge shaggy black wolf advanced snarling showing its deadly fangs as if to remind me just how screwed I was. Moonlight reflected off the out-of-place golden armour that protected his shoulders and back. A brush tail swept the snow. Short but equally dangerous claws dug into the snow, cracking the hardened ice easily.
"Easy does it…" I whispered to myself, inching away.
"Where do you think you're going?" A dark voice commented.
I whirled around. Blocking the way I had come was the tall assassin. His long black trench coat waved gently in the breeze. Empty red eyes met my gaze. Midnight blue bangs flopped lifelessly in his face. Dozens of thin scars crisscrossed over his face.
I inhaled sharply.
"Kain!" I screamed.
I wanted to run to him and hug him. Have him tell me everything was going to be all right. But it wasn't going to be all right. The Kain I knew was gone, taken by that witch Vena and replaced by this mindless assassin.
"Glaive." He stated flatly and ignored my cry.
Then I remembered I had turned my back to a bloodthirsty wolf of a bit beast. I ate snow hard as he landed on top of me. Ice burned my bare cheek, scraping it raw. Glaive stood on my back, keeping me pressed down with his heavy weight. His fearsome snarl sounded in my ear.
Ryvern was roaring in my ear, asking, no, Begging me to summon her to existence. I yanked my hand out of Glave's claws, ignoring the deep gashes and rolled over to face the wolf, inches from my face. With all the strength I could muster I slammed my palm into his chest.
The effect was instantaneous.
A pulse of white light, spread from point of impact, ravaging his darkness elemental body. Glaive drew back, howling in agony. I felt a moment of regret before I was up on my feet, running. I pushed through the branches, scraping my exposed skin.
Fear and terror had been locked away. Pure exhilaration was driving me onwards. This was my final test. If I could finally defeat the one who protected me, The one who was trying to kill me I would have surpassed my teacher.
A glimpse of cloudy sky sent me careening off in a different direction. I burst out onto a clear lake bank. Without a moment's hesitation, I flung myself across the ice. Letting the frost carry me with momentum, I rolled across the ice ignoring the bite against my skin. I flipped to land on all fours, still going.
With that stunt I had gained the whole lake between my pursuers and me. Not a lot, but it was a start. I ground to a halt on the far bank reading my palm again. I could hear Glaive coming now. My palm hit the ice with a resounding thud.
I closed my eyes.
I need speed, so I have to do an emergency summon.
A giant scarlet circle carved itself into the ice, nearly filling the lake with its immense size. Runes blazed to life as various sigils and lines appeared.
Kain burst onto the lake, his emotionless eyes widening for a brief second. In an unspoken command, Glaive pounced forward, seeking to shatter the ice the summoning circle lay upon. They moved too late.
A beast, bigger than Kain, bigger than Glaive, rose majestically out of the circle. A first glance she resembled a Chinese dragon, with unusual dark red scales, streaked with black. Her powerful forelegs were a light azure leading down to her lethal claws. Where her tail began, the colour bled into a deep navy blue.
Then one would notice a mass of ash gray feathers pressed to her side. Her wings snapped open revealing their awesome length. Her sapphire glare was firmly fixed on the two, mere hours before, she had called friend.
Leave her alone! She roared.
With a single sweep of her mighty wings the area was pelted with downdrafts. Kain stood his ground, planting his feet firmly in the snow. His eyes narrowed.
"So…You've decided to show."
I crawled onto her back as fast as I could manage. We needed to get out now.
She bared her equally fearsome canines at Kain growling with warning. He didn't budge an inch. Glaive abruptly lunged for me again, trying to catch us off guard. Ryvern batted him away easily with a foreleg.
Leave Master alone! She snarled again, in a voice laced with sorrow.
I stared at my once friend and protector, memorizing every inch of him.
"Let's go Ryvern." I whispered softly.
This was neither a win nor loss. It was merely a test of our strengths; the next time would be for real.
Raising her ashen phoenix wings to the night sky Ryvern took off with a screech that sounded more birdlike than draconian. I clung to her neck tightly and shook away the tears that had sprung up. A fierce determination seized me as the wind dashed my sorrow away.
I swear. I growled, looking back towards where I had left Kain and Glaive. Even if I have to do so by myself, I will set you guys free.
And Ryvern put power to her wings, safe in the heavens that were her domain. She soared away, flying away from everything. Vena, Kain, Glaive and that damned research lab which had shattered that fragile peace of the last ten years!
Kain…
I watched Ryvern's figure fade in the distance. They were gone. I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding and let my hostile stance relax. Beside me, Glaive sat down heavily thoroughly tired from the chase.
"They gave us a run for our money." I admitted allowing myself to catch my breath.
She runs fast. Glaive admitted with pride coloring his tone.
"Think she bought it?"
She is not an Axel for nothing. Glaive smugly stated. She will be back.
I rolled my eyes. "The point was to get her to stay AWAY, Glaive."
You plan on staying with those creeps long enough to face her again?
I opened my mouth as if to say something then paused. "Point taken."
That's what I thought.
"Where do you think she's going?"
She won't go to the Blitzkrieg boys. They are too close.
"Right. So who would she head to? It'll have to be someone she'd trust…"
As soon as the words left his lips, both Glaive and I realized exactly where she was going.
"Well I'll be damned." I whistled.
You are. Glaive commented wryly.
"Very funny." I snorted.
I sobered up and gazed at the velvet darkness of the night sky.
We will be punished. Glaive remarked, no remorse in his voice.
"I know." I replied with a grim smile, imagining the tortures that lying in wait for us because of our rebellion.
We don't care. Glaive said, sounding surprised at his own words.
"No we don't." I responded, a true grin spreading across my face.
We would be punished, beaten and brainwashed but in my opinion it was worth it.
Shae was free.
I held out Glaive's blade and he disappeared inside the black and silver Beyblade. I glanced longingly at the freedom of the sky but no…I couldn't leave. There was still someone who needed my help.
With a sigh I turned, letting my greatcoat flair behind me and walked towards my punishment with my head held high.
"No we don't"
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