Yellow good people. Welcome to a new fanfic by me. Sorry I've been away but I didn't have any good ideas for a new story so yeah...
Anyhoo, I thought I should go back to my roots at making a horror story and this is what I came up with. I hope you enjoy it. Kai, can you read the disclaimer sweetheart?
Kai: Who you calling sweetheart? (Rolls his eyes) My Harlequin Romance does not own beyblade but she does own her beyblade team Dark-water. She does not own any horror movies such as 1408 & The Shining. She is merely using the ideas to create her own story.
Summary:The beyblade teams from across the world are invited to a tournament held in Russia. Staying at a posh hotel, the teams find themselves snowed in before the tournament offically starts. But that's not all they have to wory about. With a murderer on the lose and a cursed room, will the teams be able to trust a new beyblade team and get out alive?
Of Murder and Madness
'Once again, I am typing this on-line blog from my heated room in The Sky-line hotel. Many of you, who have read these blogs, know the in's and out's of one of Russia's most expensive hotel. I'm pretty sure most of you are reading my blogs just because there is mention of The Room. Yes, don't try and lie. I can almost hear you yelling at me, to get talking about the room. Well not today.
You see, today happens to be the anniversary of the day my uncle was carted off to a mental home and I'm kind of feeling a little...well that's the thing...I just don't know. The reasons as to why my uncle turned into a nutjob is still unclear. It was an unexplained event that lead to his madness, but he swore he would tell everyone when the time was right. I was about...let me think...5 when it happened. The right time didn't happen.
Still I can't help but wonder whether insanity is a thing that runs in my family. So far my uncle was the only one that turned insane but could it still happen to me? Or my father? I hope not as Daddy is all I have left. My mother left him to live back in England and become a druggie. Such a shame. A waste of a good life in my opinion.'
The tapping of keys paused briefly as a pale hand moved to turn the volume up on the radio. The owner of the hand, a pale blue haired female, frowned greatly as she listened to a weather report. Grabbing a chewing gun from a packet at her side, the female stared outside and chewed thoughtfully on the minty gum. She sighed loudly and turned back to her laptop.
'I've just heard on the radio that a snow storm is coming to Russia. Not that it surprises me but I'm not looking forward to it. A beyblade tournament is happening and the hotel is housing all the bladers. Me and the guys will be joining, our first big tournament. I hope we win or at least get to the finals. It has always been a dream of the team to join. Beyblading has become our lives pretty much, apart from the hotel and such. Now where was I? Oh yes talking about my uncle...'
The door to the female's bedroom was knocked loudly, causing the female to let out a low growl. "The doors open!" she called, returning her pale purple eyes to her laptop. The door slowly squeaked open and a tall blond haired male entered the room.
"Jemma? What are you doing?" The male questioned. The female glanced over her shoulder, a light blue eye brow raised. The male smiled a little, noticing that the female had gone a little O.T.T with the eye-liner again. "Are you going to come downstairs?" The male questioned. The female snorted a little and returned to her laptop.
"What's the point? They won't be here for another 2 hours." there came a long pause before the female cursed. "Damn it Nathan! I've lost my train of thought." The female grumbled. The male laughed a little and switched off the female's radio. "Hey! I was listening to that!" The female exclaimed before her jacket was thrown at her. The male moved to stand by her bed, arms crossed over his chest and a cool smirk on his face.
"Actually the driver just phoned. Said he knew a short-cut and would arriving in less then an hour. Your dear father want's us all down there for a meet and greet." The smirk grew as the female huffed. "No ifs or buts about this, your father requests your pressence downstairs right away." He added. The female growled a little before saving her work and switching off her laptop. Pulling on her jacket, the female sent one last glare at the male before stalking out the room.
"So anyway, did you hear about the hotel?"
Tyson Granger shook his head as his friend, Hillary Tachibana, waved a leaflet in front of him. "What's so great about the hotel? We won't be spending a lot of time there once the tournament kicks off." Tyson replied, leaning back in his chair. The world champion hated traveling by coach but it was the only way to get to the hotel. The main coach was crammed with beyblade teams while a small mini-bus held the team's bags. Tyson found it pretty stupid to have a hotel set in the hills of russia. How's Kai gonna get here? Tyson thought before looking over to Hillary.
"This Hotel happens to be one of the most expensive in Russia. According to this, The Sky-line hotel was recently bought by an english man and his daughter. Also, this hotel is meant to have a haunted room." Hillary squeaked and sighed dreamily.
"Oh come off it Hillary. Don't tell me someone like you actually believes that?" Another voice called from behind Tyson. Hillary glanced down the coach aisle to see Emily York. She pushed her glasses up her nose and snorted. "Ghosts does exist." she mumbled.
"Then why do you think they put it in the leaflet?" Her team-mate, Michael Parker, questioned. Emily grabbed the leaflet from his hands, screwed it up and tossed it down the coach. "Hey! I was reading that." Michael cursed. Emily stuck out her tongue before stretching as best she could.
"To attract customers. People read about that kind of stuff and believe it, so then they book a night or two and the money pours in." Emily nodded her head at her own answer. Michael rolled his eyes a little before mumbling "Whatever" and turned to look out the window. Brooklyn Kingston lent his head against the cold glass of the coach and felt his eyes closed. He was looking forward to the tournament but everytime he thought about it, the young blader had a dark feeling rumbling in the back of his head.
Something's not right. I can feel it.
Cold crimson eyes opened slowly to stare at the white wonderland that past by. The limo sped through the snow, knocking it to one side. Kai Hiwatari let out a small sigh before looking at his team-mates. Bryan and Ian were busy talking to each other quietly, while Spencer seemed to be sleeping rather peacefully. Kai glanced over to Tala. The red-head was silently reading a thick book and Kai could tell his friend was already half way through. The book's bent spine was a clear give-away. Kai shifted a little and turned to read the small leaflet to his left.
Kai scanned through the information and snorted to himself. "The story of the haunted room sounds a little cheesy, wouldn't you say?" Tala commented as he turned another page. Kai glanced over to the taller red head to find him smirking.
"Cheesy? It's utter B.S. I don't even know how people can believe in that." Bryan replied, ignoring Ian and butted into the conversation. Not that it was much of a conversation. Kai rolled his eyes before looking back out the window of the limo.
Why the hell is this hotel? We've been driving for hours. Kai grumbled. Suddenly he caught sight of a building roof, appearing from behind the snow.
A young female sighed from her position at the front desk. She swung in circles on her chair, staring at the ceiling while another young female stood by the desk, playing with a yo-yo. The first female flicked her dark purple hair over her shoulder and reached for a small pink and white box. "Hey Lizzy. Want one?" The female called, offering the box to the second female. She turned round, taking a long stick coated in strawberry chocolate. "I thought you ran out of these Lin." The second female muttered.
"Yeah but Nath got a special delivery from some guy in Japan who works in a Pocky factory." The first female shrugged and pulled her own Pocky from the packet. The second female hummed in the back of her throat. She glanced outside, chewing thoughfully on her Pocky.
"Storms picking up." she mumbled. The first female frowned deeply as a swirl of snow past by the glass doors of the hotel. The storm was picking up. How long was it going to take the bladers to get here? The second female jumped up, peering at something. "Hey, I see a limo. Wait...now a coach and a mini bus." she turned quickly to the first female who shot up from her chair. "The bladers are here. Ring Sean up."