Red Snow
Have you ever seen snow? Stupid question…of course you have! Even if it was only on TV you've seen it. What colour was it? It was white wasn't it? Or greyish due to the slush. It makes people turn blue with cold when they spend time outside in it. People make snowmen. Snowballs. Snow homes. They have fun.
I remember a time…it wasn't so long ago. It was white for me. Every Christmas it would snow and I would be one of the first to be outside. I ran and jumped in the snow. I slid and fell. I cut my knees sometimes…very rarely. I suppose that was my first glimpse. The first glimpse of many to come. I thought nothing of it at the time. I was a kid. A young foolish kid.
How old am I now? Merely sixteen. Surely a kid I hear you ask. Bull. I lost my childhood at five years of age. I suppose you've heard my story so many times you could repeat it back to back, upside down and back to front. I've read many things about my life. None of them come close to the truth. Some of them are close. But not exactly. The tales I have read…as you probably have…are about how Boris and Voltaire are cold-blooded monsters. Have no feelings. Well in some ways I guess that's true.
But why do people find fault with them? I know I did to start with but when I thought about it…I wasn't a ruthless monster, created so by my grandfather. I created that image. I did it alone. I lived with boy's…violent boys from violent backgrounds. I lived with them and thus learning their lives.
Why was I exposed to that? Because my grandfather couldn't leave me alone. The law bound him. He needed me to be looked after while he clinched business deals abroad. Why didn't he take me with him? Because no one wants a little kid running around the office while they're doing important stuff. Why did my grandfather wish me to take up Beyblading and why did he train me to perfection? Because that's what his business did. It improved beybladers so they could become professional. I was the mascot of the group. I had to become the one people could take examples from.
I became too engrossed in the sport. What can I say? I'm a perfectionist. I got to a point where I couldn't allow my emotions to stop me perfecting myself. I closed everything out. Boris helped me as much as he could. He didn't beat me. It was the other kids. They beat me. they couldn't stand how much stronger I had become.
My grandfather wasn't displeased with me…he wanted my help. He was sorry he left me alone…
People describe the abbey as a cold dungeon. It wasn't cold! It was warm. It was safe. It was my home. It may have been a dungeon but it wasn't how people describe. It wasn't full of chains. It had been completely transformed into a sort of hotel. Why did I say above they had no feelings? Because towards the other boys they felt nothing…only the desire to better the others. The team had to be elite in order to clinch the deal.
It was important I surpassed the others. I couldn't let anyone beat me down!
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The start to an unusual story. NOTE: THE RED IN THE SNOW IS NOT BLOOD
Boris and Voltaire good?
Kai defending them?
Tala wouldn't beat Kai surely?
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