Disclaimer: I do NOT own beyblade or any of its characters. I DO own Blair and Shimeru, and my friends own others.
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Through My Eyes
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Prologue: The Dream
It was dark, and cold, and wet. Constant trembling overtook the once motionless body on the hard floor. Tears stung at the back of dark, cold eyes but she refused for them to come.
She would not cry, because of him.
Her stomach ached and her head spun in tight circles, blood flowed freely on the cement floor around the small body. Long black locks were now stained with the thick liquid and a sudden wave of cold washed over her. The rags that, were now torn bits of cloth around the cellar, were meant to cover the skeleton like frame of the girl. Even if it was on, the small cloth couldn't block her from such ice-cold shudders.
He did it again.
Black was clouding her vision and she couldn't see anything. She didn't want to. Though, at the back of her mind, she heard faint footsteps getting closer and closer and finally halting, a small scream closely followed by sudden, useless warmth around her that said she was embracing her.
She, her only friend, had come at last.
The 13-year-old girl was aided to a sit up position and pain shocked through her body again, her whole back on fire. Through the blood painted on her back, large slices seemed to be missing from a harsh beating.
What had she done to deserve punishment?
Blankets were thrown around the bare body of the girl but it made no difference to her aftershock. Even after he had done the same thing countless times before, she was in shock. She was weak. She had lost a lot of blood... too much blood.
Why was he so cruel?
In-between her legs were completely numb and, like the rest of her body, were bleeding endlessly. It had hurt so much. pain like she had felt so many, too many, times before. Her dark, chocolate eyes opened and raised slightly. The other servant was here, helping her, like she always did when it happened. Her emotionless gaze lifted again and was equally met by ice cold, blue ones. Wincing like another crack cut open her back, the girl closed her eyes again, hoping to forget his horrible, amused stare.
She hated him. She loathed him. She will kill him.
The weapon lay by his feet. So long and flexible and, so hurtful. The feel of it so wonderful yet it was so lethal and deadly, if beat with it to many times. He didn't care about her well being so, why should he care more about her than his most trusted whip? He got what he wanted. He always did. With another piercing yet amused glance towards the helpless figure, he was gone with a swish of his silky cloak.
Thank you, God.
Anita lifted her fellow servant and friend, up and carried her to a similar room of her own. Dark, cold, damp, just like the other one. She slipped another bundle of rays on the helpless girl and, lay her on the wet cot in the corner of the room. Shaking her head sadly, the women left. Knowing that she would most likely get a worse punishment for aiding the other.
She was clothes and wrapped in inches of blankets but still, Blair couldn't help but still feel cold. He was watching her. He always was. She felt his eyes search over her again hungrily, his lust still evident. Closing her eyes, tears finally spilled down her red, puffy cheeks.
The atmosphere changed and suddenly, she was standing. Something was in her hand. something shiny and heavy. A knife. Something else was there too. on the ground. Two things. Closer look was taken but, just as quick, a step back was forced and her almost ink-black eyes looked at the knife. It was covered with something dark... some liquid.
Blood.
Instead of emptiness and no emotion, joy leaped through the black headed girls veins. Her heart skipped a beat and her pulse began to race excitedly. Was she... she couldn't be... or was she?
She was free.
Spitting in total disgust and loathing on the decapitated and lifeless body, the young girl threw the knife mercifully on the floor and walked away. The girl walked away from the pain, the memories, the loneliness. or so she thought.
Walking up the stairs seemed harder and more challenging than it had been in the past. She was anticipating him. timing down the seconds till he jumped out of the shadows and pulled her down the stairs forcefully again, seeking what he wanted. But, it never came.
Once she reached the top, the world stopped. All the different servants doing undone errands, cleaning and a series of other, unnecessary things, stopped and looked at the filthy girl. The sight enough spoke of what she had done.
She killed him.
Blood stained her hair, face and, rays. Her eyes expressionless like they always were. Emotion was weak to him so they all feared it... until now.
The stillness of the world stopped as she calmly turned and walked out. Outside where the sky was blue, the birds sang and where the horses grazed peacefully. Or, at least, that was the tale. She never got to see sunlight since her father disowned her and sold her. Here, she was welcome with open arms. Though, the welcoming arms weren't warm and caring. No, they never were. Instead, the warmth and love was replaced with cold and lust. Pushing away such horrid memories, she stepped out.
The stories were true. The sky was as blue as the walls painted in the castle, the grass as green as Anita's eyes. Flowers were blooming everywhere and the horses grazed in a nearby pasture contently. Her browned eyes stayed hesitantly on the magnificent animals.
That's where her escape rests. She was free.
Once again, the scene around her fluttered away as changes began to form. Her body froze still and refused to listen to the pleading call of her mind, telling her to run as far away as possible. Instead of day, it was night. Here, everything that was once beautiful and shimmered with significance became dark and shadowed. All thoughts of joy and happiness gone and all that was left behind was the butterflies that danced in the pit of her stomach. She could feel him... he was here.
Shimera.
The majestic beast appeared out of the shadows, his steel gray eyes shimmering dangerously but comforting. His ebonite mane rippled around him like levitating water, raven coat dull and dirty, strong, bat-like wings hiding his powerful haunches. It's hooves were a dull silver and made of the toughest metal, long silver and black armor covered his two forelegs like boots and his head like a mask yet, he wore it like a crown.
Pegasus's other, his total opposite, his brother.
Confident steps were taken forth, towards the girl by the create and without a second thought, was changed instantly into a small, jet black chip with silver outlining. It's center presenting an image of the nocturnal stud. His dark eyes stared at her with an unreadable expression, as if judging her for what she was. Without warning, it began to glow darkly, if possible, and clear, mysterious words were whispered throughout her mind as it settled safely in her outstretched palm.
You are my match. I accept.
Blair's chocolate eyes flew open and she sat of perfectly straight in the hotel bed, her hands instinctively dashed to the bedside table and felt carefully the powerful attack blade of her only friend, its confident cool, sharp and smooth feeling comforting her.
Shimera.
Only, she was lying to herself again. Shimera was not her only friend but, one of just a few friends. She had friends in odd, little places everywhere only because of the odd bumping into and such. Her friends were kept for about two or three days, Blair would stuff herself until she couldn't eat any longer than without the smallest good-bye, she'd leave. She'd leave again, to roam again, by herself... again.
Once she felt the texture of Shimeru, a sigh of relief was let out along with her held breath, finally realizing how oblivious she was to her own actions considering, she hadn't known that a breath was even held.
Shaking up her thoughts, the black-haired girl lay down again and closed her eyes harshly, though, the only thing that appeared now were his cold, heartless blue eyes staring at her. These were different though. Instead of amusement and pleasure, the were streaked with anger and disappointment like they always were when he claimed his prize, when he took her again, when he raped her.
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Authors note: Darnit, I believe that is the third time I've edited myself on this exact piece of writing. I'm horrible, aren't I? Grr... hopefully, I'll get some sense knocked into me, get my muse and write the first chapter. -sigh- I need a life.