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Chapter 1

It wasn't supposed to. The News report said that it was going to be another springy, happy day. The public pools would be so full the water would over flow from the pool. At the park hundreds of families would have a family picnic. Afterwards the kids would head over to the already overcrowded jungle gym. And the duels, all kids of all ages were dueling with all they had; their decks just as different as they were themselves. Everybody would be outside enjoying themselves. Nothing could ruin this day, that's what everyone thought. No one guessed that the warm air and clear skies would turn dark and cold. Then again, no one was to witness the duels that were taking place by the docks...

It wasn't supposed to. The Weather people on the news reported that it was to be another springy, happy day. The public pools would be so full the water would spill over onto the parents trying to get a tan in. At the park dozens of families would have an annual family picnic or a family outing. Afterwards the kids would run to the already crowded jungle gym. And the duels; people of all ages would be dueling with everything they had, each of their decks as different as themselves. Everyone would be outside enjoying themselves. Nothing could ruin this day everyone thought. No one guessed that the warm air and clear skies would turn dark and cold. Then again, no one witnessed the duels that were taking place by the docks…

The cold rain fell relentless, showing no mercy on whom it fell on. The wind blew so hard it was hard for everybody to not give in and be blown away like everything else. Plastic bags got lucky from a day at work as they were tossed around in the air like leaves. As a gust of wind blew an umbrella away from a lady's grip—thus soaking her from head to foot in a matter of seconds—lightning clashed with the Earth, wanting to show off its destruction and danger. The light seemed to ricochet off the walls and the thunder echoed a powerful boom down the alleys. The lighting's iridescent light flashed through the streets, giving everybody a chill down their spines. The once calm day was marked in the record books for quickest storm to form. Meteorologists watched the land version of a hurricane and feared for the worst. As time went on the storm eased down until it was nothing more than cold rain and gusts of wind. Meteorologists stared at the computer monitors, stunned at what took place.

"It probably was just a cold front that pasted over us, and it collided with this warm front. Nothing more," the chief meteorologist said in a comforting voice. The other meteorologists nodded their heads and turned back to their work.

(? POV)

The raging storm calmed down as I sat down to do more paper work. To say papers were everywhere would be an understatement. Files of all kinds were tossed on my desk like the storm outside blew them there. Papers spewed out of their correct files and drifted into the wrong ones. Everything was an absolute mess. 'At least I've gotten two more psychic duelists to join the movement' I think to myself. Ever since then, it has been a lot of work. Getting paper work set up, signing paper work, getting them to sign paper work, and finally the hardest work; erasing their existence from the world. I wouldn't tamper with some files; that way the world knew that they did exist, but not enough to pull a fast one and find out where their current location is. It is very hard not to get caught sometimes.

I release a tired sign as I stuff the files in different folders and add them to my collection of hundreds. As I walk back to my desk I notice some of the paperwork and files are about one particular duelist. I quickly shuffle through the papers and put them into the destined folder. Of all the files I went through, hers appeared the most.

Out of all the duelists I had enlisted, none of them compared to the amount of skill she had. Skill comes and goes over the years but hers wasn't going anywhere. She was different from the other psychic duelists I had enrolled. Every teacher has its pet and she is mine. Her abilities set her far above the other students. She brought the movement to what it is today and where it stands. She was the key to everything. 'Without her none of this will be possible' I think to myself as I watch the last flash of lightning light up the sky.

(Akiza's POV)

The rain was freezing cold and unforgiving, just like me. As the rain kept pouring, a different storm kept brewing inside of me wanting to be let out. The cold raindrops hit my mask like hail hits a car, hard. My mask was probably the only thing that kept me sane when I was The Black Rose. My mask was like a wall that no one could see past. No one would know my identity or revel it for the whole world to know. Who would have guessed that a piece of plaster meant that much to me. Then again, no one really knows or understands me, except for Sayer.

While my mask showed no emotion on the outside, behind the mask my face did otherwise. Much like the lightning outside, images and memories flashed through my mind. They were something I didn't want to remember in my duels because that's when things started to get out of control. I tried to bury them inside of me along with the people who caused them in the first place. It is quite simple; my life is a rollercoaster that I can't get off. I need some way of a release, to somehow let it out of what's buried beneath escape. Sometimes that isn't even enough.

Just like today. I came here trying to let some of it out but I let it get out of control. It was so easy to do that, sometimes I almost preferred it. But of all the things I wish I had a grip on, my powers won hands down. I was so busy in my thoughts I didn't notice the last person I dueled was still there. He looks a mess to say the least. The rain had plastered his hair to his face and to his head. His clothes were ripped and soaked as they clung limply around his body. I had left three scars on his face; two on his cheek and one on his forehead. His body looks beaten and battered, but his eyes shown with determination.

"You really are a witch," he says before he limped off into the shadows. 'You really are a witch' echoed in my head along with the list of other names I have been called over the years of my life: witch, monster, freak and more. Even though I was The Black Rose, the one who didn't care about anything, "witch" stung worse than the others.

I felt so suffocated this afternoon, I just couldn't take it. I felt so cramped for not having a duel in weeks till finally I cracked. I grabbed my deck, duel disk, robes, and mask and headed out towards the docks. 'Sayer will understand' I thought to myself. The docks were a place where I personally liked to hang out. I liked to watch the boats come in and unload; the seagulls also provided some sort of entertainment. As I approached the docks, I noticed a couple of people hanging around. They were just walking around, looking board out of their wits. Seeing this as a chance to blow off some steam I put on my robes and pull out my head piece, letting my hair fall in front of my face. I then put on my mask and strap on my duel disk.

After that things got blurry. I was so out of control with my powers it even surprised me. The worst part was that I couldn't stop. To me, there is just something about seeing another person's pain; to know they're suffering like me. People like me would be labeled names that don't even describe us. They weren't me. Somebody had to pay for all the suffering I had gotten over the years, even if they were innocent. Everybody had to feel what I went through my childhood: abandonment, rejection, and pain (and a lot of it). Some people might call me cruel, a victim of the world, or just plain sick. Hey, they weren't me.

And I was glad for that. No one else could have stood to watch when my first opponent's life points hit zero. His face was twisted in pain and gave me the satisfaction of knowing I inflicted the same pain I felt and went through. By then the storm was already getting out of hand. It seemed like every time I summoned a monster the rain would pour harder or if I used a spell or trap card the winds would pick up around sixty miles per hour. During the storm's fury, I watched as my powers seemed to set off or even evoke nature itself. After I had beaten the teenager another guy challenged me. Not for bragging rights, not for glory, and not for the satisfaction of knowing he beat me. He challenged me because he wanted to put an end to my wicked ways, or so he said. His words seemed to sink in for a moment before I shook it off and dueled him. What a duel it was too. Things were even more hectic than the first duel. There was lighting flashing across the horizon and thunder vibrating beneath our feet; all because of three words, Black Rose Dragon. I didn't need to, I knew I could win without her but I couldn't help it. To see her majestic form stand up to the storm and to hear her roar along with the thunder; absolutely beautiful and dangerous. After I summoned her the duel was over. And I think we both knew that.