Hullo!!!!! It's Jolly here. New story...again. Hopefully I'll keep going
with this one, instead of ditching it as per usual.
Disclaimer- Don't own beyblade/v-force of any of the characters.
Ok, cha!
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".And this semi-final match is underway to determine who will go through to the finals and face the seemingly unstoppable Tyson aaaaaaaaaaand MAX!!!!!" The commentator from the tv shouted above the roar of the crowd at the stadium. In the centre-stage stood two boys, one tall and silent, the other shorter, but with the same determined look in his eyes as they stepped up to the stadium.
As the launchers were drawn, the boys glared at each other, neither one wanting to be the first to look away, and show weakness. The commentator shouted form his box high above the stadium, "3.2.1.LET IT RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!" and the blades were off, spinning in the stadium.
Sitting back in his chair, a man watched the match. He wasn't amongst the screaming crowd, but calmly sat at home, watching his grandson fight on the tv. This man was Voltaire. A year ago, he had failed in his plan, and failed to regain control of Kai. His cyber bladers had been unsuccessful in their task to beat Tyson and gain Dragoon. Voltaire needed somebody new, somebody powerful. Somebody who was a better blader than Tala, perhaps even better than Kai. They needed that someone to carry out their plans and bring BIOVOLT back into power. They had lost their status when they lost the final battle, and BIOVOLT was no longer a name to be feared, but Voltaire was intent on striking fear back into people's hearts when they heard their name.
On the tv, as a blade stopped spinning, Voltaire had found the answer to his prayers.
"Boris, find me the blader called Zeo"
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(2 weeks later- Zeo POV)
I am alone.
Nobody cares about me, discarded like an old raggedy teddy bear that nobody loves, but in my case, I'm not a teddy bear, I'm a cyborg. Here I am, like I was before, lonely and cold, my father doesn't love me, he wants his real son, not a cheap copy.
Tyson assured me that we were still friends, and everything was ok, but not once have I been in contact with him, or any of the other blade breakers, but I don't care any more. If I learnt one thing from that tournament, it's that I should never blade again, or meet new people, 'friends' are never there when you need them, no matter what Tyson ever says.
It's lonely on my own, travelling this country, not able to leave, metal detectors at airports cause huge problems for me.
Here I am now, huddled in the corner seat of a train, a scarf wrapped tightly around my neck, because it's winter, I don't want to stand out and be the only one that's not wearing one, even though to me, it isn't cold. Once I found out who, or should I say what I am, no feelings ever came back to me, sure I get emotional sometimes, but rarely happy, just sour. But now, I can never feel the sun's warmth as I used to, or the freezing snow, it's worse than being cold, it's just empty.
My train journey must not have lasted more than 10 minutes, but I was glad to get off, time goes slowly when you have no purpose. Once on the platform, I made for the nearest exit and walked up the hundreds of stairs to get to the busy high street. Bulbs glared at me and gaudy fat men in red suits walked around tugging on their beards and laughing incessantly. I kicked at the snow on the ground and walked towards the small flat I had been sharing with a few people. At one point I can remember getting excited at Christmas, the lights, the presents and the snow. But now due to my 'emotionless' like state, it annoys me.
I reached the apartment block after being harassed by a man dressed in reindeer antlers telling me to shop at some new place that just opened. The building was tall and dingy, the stairs were grubby and the lift even worse. I picked this place out for two reasons, the first being that it is cheap, nobody wants to live here, and the second being that it was as secluded as you can get, living in one of the busiest cities on the planet.
I got to my room, number 284; I put the key in the lock and walked into the room. The lights were off, which wasn't unusual, my room-mates went out early morning and I wasn't bothered to turn the lights on, wastes too much electricity. I stepped forward into the room and I knew something wasn't right.
There was breathing to my right, but it was harsh and unfamiliar.
My senses heightened and it didn't take me long to realise there were more people than me in the flat.
Suddenly, I fell to the ground, after what I think was a chair was used to hit me across the head. My head spinning, I collapsed to the floor, confused and annoyed. Then my world went black...
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Ya, there you go. I'm going with shorter chapters this story, much quicker and easier to update. Expect another update in about a week, bye!!!
((~(^-^)~))
Disclaimer- Don't own beyblade/v-force of any of the characters.
Ok, cha!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
".And this semi-final match is underway to determine who will go through to the finals and face the seemingly unstoppable Tyson aaaaaaaaaaand MAX!!!!!" The commentator from the tv shouted above the roar of the crowd at the stadium. In the centre-stage stood two boys, one tall and silent, the other shorter, but with the same determined look in his eyes as they stepped up to the stadium.
As the launchers were drawn, the boys glared at each other, neither one wanting to be the first to look away, and show weakness. The commentator shouted form his box high above the stadium, "3.2.1.LET IT RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!" and the blades were off, spinning in the stadium.
Sitting back in his chair, a man watched the match. He wasn't amongst the screaming crowd, but calmly sat at home, watching his grandson fight on the tv. This man was Voltaire. A year ago, he had failed in his plan, and failed to regain control of Kai. His cyber bladers had been unsuccessful in their task to beat Tyson and gain Dragoon. Voltaire needed somebody new, somebody powerful. Somebody who was a better blader than Tala, perhaps even better than Kai. They needed that someone to carry out their plans and bring BIOVOLT back into power. They had lost their status when they lost the final battle, and BIOVOLT was no longer a name to be feared, but Voltaire was intent on striking fear back into people's hearts when they heard their name.
On the tv, as a blade stopped spinning, Voltaire had found the answer to his prayers.
"Boris, find me the blader called Zeo"
~*~*~*
(2 weeks later- Zeo POV)
I am alone.
Nobody cares about me, discarded like an old raggedy teddy bear that nobody loves, but in my case, I'm not a teddy bear, I'm a cyborg. Here I am, like I was before, lonely and cold, my father doesn't love me, he wants his real son, not a cheap copy.
Tyson assured me that we were still friends, and everything was ok, but not once have I been in contact with him, or any of the other blade breakers, but I don't care any more. If I learnt one thing from that tournament, it's that I should never blade again, or meet new people, 'friends' are never there when you need them, no matter what Tyson ever says.
It's lonely on my own, travelling this country, not able to leave, metal detectors at airports cause huge problems for me.
Here I am now, huddled in the corner seat of a train, a scarf wrapped tightly around my neck, because it's winter, I don't want to stand out and be the only one that's not wearing one, even though to me, it isn't cold. Once I found out who, or should I say what I am, no feelings ever came back to me, sure I get emotional sometimes, but rarely happy, just sour. But now, I can never feel the sun's warmth as I used to, or the freezing snow, it's worse than being cold, it's just empty.
My train journey must not have lasted more than 10 minutes, but I was glad to get off, time goes slowly when you have no purpose. Once on the platform, I made for the nearest exit and walked up the hundreds of stairs to get to the busy high street. Bulbs glared at me and gaudy fat men in red suits walked around tugging on their beards and laughing incessantly. I kicked at the snow on the ground and walked towards the small flat I had been sharing with a few people. At one point I can remember getting excited at Christmas, the lights, the presents and the snow. But now due to my 'emotionless' like state, it annoys me.
I reached the apartment block after being harassed by a man dressed in reindeer antlers telling me to shop at some new place that just opened. The building was tall and dingy, the stairs were grubby and the lift even worse. I picked this place out for two reasons, the first being that it is cheap, nobody wants to live here, and the second being that it was as secluded as you can get, living in one of the busiest cities on the planet.
I got to my room, number 284; I put the key in the lock and walked into the room. The lights were off, which wasn't unusual, my room-mates went out early morning and I wasn't bothered to turn the lights on, wastes too much electricity. I stepped forward into the room and I knew something wasn't right.
There was breathing to my right, but it was harsh and unfamiliar.
My senses heightened and it didn't take me long to realise there were more people than me in the flat.
Suddenly, I fell to the ground, after what I think was a chair was used to hit me across the head. My head spinning, I collapsed to the floor, confused and annoyed. Then my world went black...
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Ya, there you go. I'm going with shorter chapters this story, much quicker and easier to update. Expect another update in about a week, bye!!!
((~(^-^)~))