Hidden in the Darkness
Summary: Kai's journal, that tells of the terrible past he suffered in the Abbey, under the care of Voltaire and Boris.
Disclaimer: I dont own it, so dont sue me. Im sure you've seen these disclaimers enough to believe me.
A/N: This is my first fan fic, so please be patient with me. If I get reviews from this first chapter, I'll continue. Also, I think Kai is 15/16 in the first series of Beyblade, and the journal ends there.
1st July, 1993. 5.50pm. My chamber.
I'm shaking, I can feel it. Boris' backhand slap across my cheek is still sore. He told me I was a little f**k, I needed to be punished. I can't bring myself to write down the swear words he said to me. My back is sore still, from the whiplashes forced upon my back. If I struggle, it is worse. If I cry out in pain and sorrow, it is worse. If I beg for forgiveness, it is worse. I'm beginning to see a pattern.
The gaurds are calling for us, dinner is ready. The disgusting scraps of leftover meat more like. I must go. If I do not, I will be punished, - again.
10.20pm. The Library.
I'm hiding out in my corner, and trying to write the horrendous things of torture that happens here. I have only been here since the 29th of June, and already I am learning the cruelty that goes on here. I heard stifled screams coming from the fifth floor earlier. They tell me that corperal punishment is the only way we will learn to become the best bladers there is. I had better go back now. I will update tomorrow.
2nd July, 1993. 7.15am. Breakfast Hall.
Okay, so maybe the beds here aren't the softest in the world. But I can cope. Scraps for breakfast again. I do have a friend though. His name is Tala, and he has the wildest red hair imaginable. (A/N: This is the Tala from the T.V series.) We have training after breakfast, and we've got to practise our launching techniques. I don't think I'm going to like this much.
5.10pm. My Chamber
I am sweating to hell. I practised and practised and practised. I have dinner after this, and then more training. I seriously don't like this. Correction, I seriously hate this. They are extremely strict with their expectations. A kid who was a row across from me collasped from dehydration, and was dragged away to his certain death. I myself have a pounding headache.
10.50pm. My Chamber
Tala introduced me to a cool new area! It's where all the gay guys hang out and snog. One came up to me and just pressed his lips onto mine. After a little battle for dominance, I let him explore my mouth with his toungue, and he found every little bit of my mouth. I hung there from 6.00 to 8.00pm, until the guards chucked us out. We agreed to meet again tomorrow night. Maybe things won't be too bad here.
Okay, so It was a bit short, but I'm short on time. I decided that you're going to get a second chapter anyway, 'cause I feel like it. Please review!
Summary: Kai's journal, that tells of the terrible past he suffered in the Abbey, under the care of Voltaire and Boris.
Disclaimer: I dont own it, so dont sue me. Im sure you've seen these disclaimers enough to believe me.
A/N: This is my first fan fic, so please be patient with me. If I get reviews from this first chapter, I'll continue. Also, I think Kai is 15/16 in the first series of Beyblade, and the journal ends there.
1st July, 1993. 5.50pm. My chamber.
I'm shaking, I can feel it. Boris' backhand slap across my cheek is still sore. He told me I was a little f**k, I needed to be punished. I can't bring myself to write down the swear words he said to me. My back is sore still, from the whiplashes forced upon my back. If I struggle, it is worse. If I cry out in pain and sorrow, it is worse. If I beg for forgiveness, it is worse. I'm beginning to see a pattern.
The gaurds are calling for us, dinner is ready. The disgusting scraps of leftover meat more like. I must go. If I do not, I will be punished, - again.
10.20pm. The Library.
I'm hiding out in my corner, and trying to write the horrendous things of torture that happens here. I have only been here since the 29th of June, and already I am learning the cruelty that goes on here. I heard stifled screams coming from the fifth floor earlier. They tell me that corperal punishment is the only way we will learn to become the best bladers there is. I had better go back now. I will update tomorrow.
2nd July, 1993. 7.15am. Breakfast Hall.
Okay, so maybe the beds here aren't the softest in the world. But I can cope. Scraps for breakfast again. I do have a friend though. His name is Tala, and he has the wildest red hair imaginable. (A/N: This is the Tala from the T.V series.) We have training after breakfast, and we've got to practise our launching techniques. I don't think I'm going to like this much.
5.10pm. My Chamber
I am sweating to hell. I practised and practised and practised. I have dinner after this, and then more training. I seriously don't like this. Correction, I seriously hate this. They are extremely strict with their expectations. A kid who was a row across from me collasped from dehydration, and was dragged away to his certain death. I myself have a pounding headache.
10.50pm. My Chamber
Tala introduced me to a cool new area! It's where all the gay guys hang out and snog. One came up to me and just pressed his lips onto mine. After a little battle for dominance, I let him explore my mouth with his toungue, and he found every little bit of my mouth. I hung there from 6.00 to 8.00pm, until the guards chucked us out. We agreed to meet again tomorrow night. Maybe things won't be too bad here.
Okay, so It was a bit short, but I'm short on time. I decided that you're going to get a second chapter anyway, 'cause I feel like it. Please review!