chapter 1
tears
hiya this is for my friend zoe. she loves max, she loves death, hay! its the fic for her!
disclaimer: i do not own beyblade, but one day i shall have my own show to call my own...
(normal pov)
Max ran through the abandoned streets of Paris, away from the bustling streets and shops into the cold darkness of the night. His face twisted and contorted with shadow which made him look threatening. Yet if you looked closely, you would see the sparkle of tears trickling smoothly down his soft cheeks. They pored freely down and off his chin. His blue eyes searched wildly around not concentrating on his surroundings. He tripped and fell on an old discarded bottle and scraped his arm as he collided with a dustbin. A scared cat screeched and fled the scene, the distant echo of the cry still ricocheting off the alleyway walls. He painfully pulled himself up, covered in dirt and soaking wet. He had forgotten to put on a jacket as he flung himself out of the door, his trousers and shirt were ripped letting in the chilly air. He ran blindly through the maze of passageways lost in thought. He was heading deeper into the town, he himself didn't know, he was too choked up.
Max stopped suddenly and crumpled against the wall, he started to weep softly into his hands.
It was silent apart from his small sobs.
He gave a small cough and started shaking, the pain he felt inside was so strong he didn't know if it would ever sop.
He had tried to block it out, what had just happened, what he saw.
She was in his arms, they were together, he had walked in and seen, they hadn't seen him, but he had seen them.
He pulled himself up. He was going to get away, away from all of them. Away from everything.
He began to run again. He ran into the street He hit people, even pushed a 60 year old lady with a walking stick over onto the curb, he didn't even stop to apologise as he moved on. He was moving as if blind. That is what people thought as he ran into the road.
Max ran into the road.
Full off traffic. A driver on the phone didn't notice the blonde boy stumbling in front of his car. When he did, it was far too late.
The screech of breaks the burning of rubber.
Did it hurt…….? Did it? The hard bumper, the solid tarmac. As his body flew broken. Did it hurt…?
Did it?………………
Nothing but Darkness….embrace it, find peace within it……let it take over, let it wash over you…..because in the end, the only thing you will have is the Darkness………….
thank you
luv ya
xxxxxxx