Hibisha: OMG! I'm typing this on my phone so if you guys think that it's a bit short then please don't kill me because I only had a rough estimation about how many words this was.
TOBF: Tala's back story is so sad. ;-;
Hibisha: Isn't it just? I nearly cried. Zo DID cry. I don't own Beyblade or fanfiction. Although the story belongs to me.
"Chapter 1"
Tala Valkov stared at the dead body of his teammate with a blank expression. Ian's purple hair was burnt to reveal a large balding spot on his left side. The scalp was covered in blisters. His nose, or rather, lack of nose made his face altogether unrecognizable but Tala knew who it was. Looking up, he saw Boris, their trainer, coach-owner give them a grim look filled with utmost loathing. Tala didn't bat an eye. He saw Bryan out of the corner of his eye. The purple haired blader stared straight ahead, without looking at the body of his fallen comrade.
"Do you know what this is?" Boris asked, with a disgusted sneer on his face, distorting the already menacing features even more. "This," he said, nudging the corpse with his toe, "is what happens to the weak." Neither of the two bladers responded. Tala briefly wondered where their fourth member was. Perhaps he had yet to be released from the chamber. Or Crypt. Or where ever they were torturing Spencer.
Feeling a stinging sensation on his cheek, Tala focused on the man who had just slapped him. His blue eyes were wiped clear of all emotions. A face he had perfected in years. Emotions were a weakness. He knew that if he shed a single tear for Ian, Bryan and Spencer would have to shed some for him. Or at least, he hoped they shed some internally. He didn't want them dead. Because if he cried, next time, it would be his dead body lying on the floor with Boris kicking it occasionally. He wanted desperately to punch Boris away brutally and hold Ian-or what was left of the boy- close but there were guards all around with loaded gun, ready to fire. And as much as Tala didn't care about his own safety, he cared about Bryan's.
Bryan on the other hand, looked unfazed at the sight of their friend lying in front of them. Correction; at the sight of the body of their friend lying in front of them. It was no longer their friend-if you could term whatever relation they had as friendship. Tala desperately wanted to believe that Bryan was acting but he knew, it was not the case. The Abbey had broken him. He had truly become emotionless-a doll. A puppet to do the Abbey's bidding. Tala wanted to believe that he was the same boy he had met years ago but he knew it wasn't. Bryan was not the same-not his friend anymore. Besides, he, Tala, was a failure.
And failures don't deserve friends.
Tala wondered if the Bladebreakers were alright. He nearly smiled at the thought of the teens he had witnessed hugging in the arena. Nearly but not quite. He also wondered whether the teens knew that by saving the world, they had unknowingly sealed the fate of four young boys not much older than they were. Maybe they were unaware but Ian's death was because of them. If Tala's team had won, they would have not been subjected to such cruelty. They would have been treated like always-with cold indifference.
Tala knew that he should be angry. He should have been furious and sad that he had lost. But he wasn't. He was overjoyed. The thought of everyone being dominated by Boris like they were was frightening. He was glad he had lost. Or rather, he had been glad. Until now. No life was worth more than his friend's. Not to him at least.
Tala wanted to say he was holding back his tears at the sight of his dead comrade but that would have been a lie. You can't hold back something that didn't exist. Tala had run out of tears. He vaguely remembered the last time he had cried. It was sometime during his 11th birthday. The day he had nearly lost his arms. Frostbite-its a bitch.
Tala watched Boris rave about their incompetence once again. Something about "Universal disgrace" and "Shame to the world". He wished it would just end already. He wanted Boris to tell his guards to shoot them down-make them resemble pieces of Swiss cheese. He wanted to be burnt alive. He wanted himself to be electrocuted to death. Anything. He didn't care how painful the death was.
Because he wanted out.
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