:A note from the Author:

I have not written any fan fiction in a long time. For quite some time my dedicated readers have most likely grown up and gotten out of the fan fiction stage. But for those who are new readers I continue on. I am trying to work out my kinks in writing and maybe even in the near future actually write a book! We'll see!

A little about me as a writer.

As most writers-- I write from the heart! Everything I write down on these pages are thoughts that go through my mind. Every sentence is thoroughly though through. Here I can spill my heart out to my readers and not have to be worried about being judged upon what I write. Here I don't have to worry about someone criticizing my work because I make mistakes. I write under a pen name so I can make sure I have the "confidentiality" that I want to have and still enthuse my readers and make them sit on the edge with my work. I sound stuck up but I am not I want to lay everything out on the plate before I begin my story. Keep in mind the last real episode of Beyblade I saw was on ABC Family some time ago when it was still being aired in the mornings in Central Illinois. ß which is my location but where I will not let out where.

A side note; I have been reading on Beyblade quite a lot lately which has brought me to actually want to write again. I will make this as grammatically correct as possible. I even have spell check running and the thesaurus running as well. I have been reading some fan fiction and it really looks like someone who has not seen an ounce of spelling in grade school has written it.. :not to offend anyone but spell check please: Don't take that personally I am just an English major in college and I tend to cringe at some of the things I am reading. Which on the contrary I will not out right stick my fingers at anyone's art! Don't get me wrong I just want to be informed if something I type is out of line or is seriously not making any sense. I know this is long but remember some of you newer readers do not know who I am. My stories are long but read by the newer generation of Beyblade lovers. I love all my readers and I will keep writing as much as possible.. As stated above.. I am a college student and work and class come before the writing. As much as I hate it….. Anyway on with the show.:

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Chapter 1. A Fighting Dream….

"No!…. No!.. Please someone.. Please anyone! Someone help me! Please!" A voice cried out in thedarkness. The rain showered down on the black ground. Not a light

to be seen not even a street lamp shown in this brutal darkness. Lightning was the only ounce of light to shine here. This is almost like the dark pits

of hell but even that would be better than this place. At least there you have the fire to keep you company. Not here not in this hell; it's a new kind of hell to be

brought upon. "What did I do?! What did I do to deserve this darkness?" The voice rang out again. No one was around to help this young one. No one was

even there to shine a light upon the situation. The figure in the darkness tried desperately to move but found it futile. Tied to the wet cold hard ground by

something metallic. Sharp.. The chains cut into the skin drawing blood to whom ever would struggle against

them. What's this? What's that sound?! Foot steps! "HELP SOMEONE HEAR MY PLEA! HELP ME!!" The voice rang out again. The footsteps came closer and closer to the

figure.

Ever so lightly they stepped; but still was recognized as footsteps. The person who belonged to the light steps gasped for air each step they took. The gender

unknown to the one laying on the ground."Please… Who ever you are! Save me! Help me! Show me the way out of here!"

The quiet voice echoed through the darkness. "You will… never… be… saved.." A response from the darkness replied. "You are damned to this hell.. This is your

destiny. This is what you will become. Trapped in the darkness bringing everyone anyone down with you. Don't you be mistaken… You are damned to this hell…." The

voice.. Though a little higher pitched sounded masculine. Male.. Strong male maybe? One would not know.

"Please don't say that! Please get me out of this place. I want to see light again! I want to see the night sky

shining upon my face! I want to see shooting stars with my family! Don't leave me here to perish!" The voice

rang out in the air.

"NEVER!" The male yelled at the figure. "NEVER WILL YOU BE ALLOWED TO LEAVE THIS

RETCHED PLACE!"

The footsteps retreated into the darkness leaving nothing but the flashing lightning and the pitter patter of

the rain on the hard cement…..

Rayne flew up out of her bed. Throwing her black cat off her chest in a lump of fur meowing at nothing.

Gasping for air trying to bring every ounce of oxygen into her lungs as much as possible in this very

moment. Time and time again.. She has this dream; almost makes one not want to go to sleep anymore.

Rayne stumbled out of bed she needed light! Any source of light. Anything! She flicked on her black light.

It was not much but it was something to bring sanity back to humanity. What was wrong with her? Why was

she having a dream like that? What brought this upon her making every ounce of her cell tingle with horror.

Night after night the same nerve racking dream passes through her mind. It seems so real. The cold hard

chains digging into her skin. Rayne rubbed her wrists trying to get that feeling off her. It's like she was

really tangled in chains. That they were really wrapped around her. She glanced at her hands and like the

thousand of times before. Nothing. She seen absolutely nothing there. No marks no redness at all. Shaking

her head and slowly placing her feet on the cold hardwood floor she grimaced. Thoughts of the cold wet

ground shook through her body. Sleep no longer a necessity in this wrecked mind.

Rayne glanced at her alarm clock..

"Another short night…" She sighed staring at the blue dim light flickering 2:33 am. Rayne walked to her

closet.. Searching through the wrecked mess she pulled out a blood red spaghetti strap tank top. After

throwing it on and smoothing out the wrinkles she searches for a pair of loosely fit black pants. She found

her favorites.. The ones with the chains hanging off the pockets and the belt loops. Gothic hell fucking yes!

She herself wasn't gothic but the pants were! They fit perfectly! And to top it all off her mother. HATED

them! Hated them with a passion. Rayne smiled in the mirror at herself.. At 17 one would think she was the

most liked in school. Perfect alabaster skin not a flaw anywhere. Even the long black hair that grew from her

very head was perfectly straight.. She didn't have to wear make-up but she liked how the colors contrasted

Against her complexion.

Her hair.. Naturally hung straight down to the curve of her butt. She was a size 4 in pants and she didn't

have to try to keep that body. Though the volley ball practice and games did wonders on keeping her body

toned throughout the school years but she didn't have to do it if she didn't want to. Rayne yawned a little

bit and grabbed her wallet and set of keys. She was going to leave the house once again. Not being able to

stand it any longer she flipped a stray hair out of her face and grabbed her most prized possession.

Amoura…. Her Beyblade and bit beast.

Beyblading was not popular in her school but she made due. Even if

it were popular she would of destroyed all her competition in a heart-beat. Her beautifully hand crafted

beyblade shone in all its wonder. Perfect black attack ring with little blades sticking out on each side.

Perfect horn shaped blades sharp on both sides extended about an inch out. The defense ring was very

thoroughly crafted to fit this blade. The attack style of this blade was fierce taking out the opponent in a

single blow. So the main weight was in the base. To keep the blade spinning at such an angle it chopped the

opposing blade in pieces with each contact. Weights were put in the base along with ball bearings to keep

everything moving in perfect order. Rayne made sure that everything in this blade was perfect when she

crafted it. She molded even the plastic like metal of the attack ring and the base herself. Spending hours

upon hours analyzing different techniques that would better enhance the style of the blade. Even spent

weeks just on the design of the blade. No this was not one to be messed with. Undefeated in all of Germany

this girl was. Even through all the precision on this blade the most perfect thing of all was the bit beast

living inside. The few times she immerged from the beyblade were spectacular. A black Pegasus with

emerald green eyes flew out into the air. Her scream of triumph rang through the arena. She was not called

upon very much because the blade was designed to be that way but when she was called upon her eyes

shone like fire. She was excited to be able to stretch her wings and show the attacker what it means to be a

beyblader. What it means to be undefeated. With the bit beast and the blader, the pair unmistaken to be the

destined best.

Many have come to compete but have failed.. And it was going to stay that way…….

Rayne grasped the blade gently and smiled. At all the times she had practiced making this the best blade she

could ever think about. Losing it would be the worst thing in the world. Her bitbeast unlike any other was

her companion. She did not rely on it too much but when things became grim she knew that Amoura would

want to stretch her wings and really put an end to whom ever hurt her friend. Amoura and Rayne had a

special friendship that went beyond master and bit beast.

Rayne straightened up and walked to her window. Long ago she found that as an escape route so she did not

have to confront her mother about leaving at such a late time of the evening. Looking outside her window

she could see the rain pitter pattering against it. The trees swayed in the wind. Rayne didn't care. She was

going to leave and get some fresh air even if it killed her. That dream still lingering in her head. She couldn't

shake the feeling that for some reason it seems to be coming true. Rayne looked back at her door and shook

her head she put one foot through the newly opened window then stopped.

:Flashback:

"Rayne Saydiea Hintomorou!" (Pronounced Rain Say-de Hint-o-morrow) "I know you have been sneaking

out and I forbid it!" Rayne's mother frowned at her.

"Sorry Adrianna you can't FORBID me to do anything." Rayne spat at her mother as she sat on the edge of

her bed.

Adrianna shook her head at her only daughter. What had she done wrong when raising Rayne to insist on

back talking her mother so? When Adrianna was her age if she even thought about speaking to her mother

like that she would be in a good beating.

"Rayne I am only worried about your well being. I am your mother after all."

"Not by choice" Rayne mumbled under her breath.

"What was that?" Adrianna said.

"I said that I want to go to bed.. Thank you Adrianna.. Leave me be. I will come and go on my own at my

own accord. I'm not doing drugs I am not having sex. I am not partying with boy's. I have never even kissed

a boy mother. I am not doing anything that I am not supposed to do. I just need some fresh air sometimes is

that too much to ask for?!" Rayne growled at her mother. Losing all patience in her.

"Young lady! I am worried about you I am worried that one day I will come into your room and find you

gone. To not know where you went or if you were gone on your own behalf. I worry that you will be picked

up by the wrong person and never come back again!"

"I am not Iziack!" I will come back! Rayne said irritated that her own mother would compare her to the

useless son of a bitch she called her sperm donor.

"I am not comparing you to him! I want you to know that! I just want you to know that I am worried about you.."

"No your not." Rayne glared.

"What do you mean I am not worried about you?"

"Your just worried that your little friends will look at you and go "Oh poor Rayne! Such bad influences her

mother is putting on her! Adrianna couldn't even keep her husband. Who walked out on her when Rayne

was only 4 years old! Rayne didn't grow up with a normal daddy! She had her mothers fuck buddies running

around pretending to be "daddy" and when things got hairy like when Rayne broke her arm falling out of the

tree she climbed to get her cat out "daddy dearest" Went running because he was the one who told her to get

the "fucking" cat herself." Rayne said between clenched teeth

"All.. I …. Want… is what… all …. Mothers….want… for … their…. Children… and that is for you….

To be safe… if you must go then please leave me something to tell me you are gone…" Her mother cried.

"Fine! What ever! Just get out of my room!" Rayne growled.

:End Flashback:

Rayne sighed and stepped back into her room. She grabbed the stuffed phoenix that her mother gave her

when she was 2 and the stuffed tiger that her mother gave her when she was 4 after her dad left and put them

on the foot of the bed. She sighed and shook her head wondering why she cared. Before grabbing her jacket

and slipping it on. It was going to be a really wet walk but that never bothered her before. Rayne looked

back at her room and carefully walked onto the roof of the house. Rayne looked down at the ground.

Usually she would shed her clothing and leap in the pool to cushion her fall but not tonight. Tonight she

was going to walk down the old fashioned way. By grabbing a hold of the side of the shingled roof and

carefully dropping down. Rayne shuddered at the thought of losing her footing on the slippery asphalt

covered roof. But she would handle in the end. She climbed down and shook her hair out of her face.

"Well that was not as hard as it looked…" She murmured to herself.

Rayne walked through the dark streets she crossed a few bigger roads. Knowing that no one was going to be

out at this time of the night she didn't even have to bother looking both ways before she crossed. Rayne

sighed and walked to a deserted park. The lake was lit up by the multiple fountains that rained in the center

and the sides of this man made "lake." It was more of a pond really. The thing was big but it was not that

deep. It was deep enough to fish in and even paddle boat. For in the spring summer and early fall time the

park had the paddle boats out on the docks. They rented to whom ever wanted to have a nice relaxing joy

ride. Not this week at least. It had done nothing but pour all week. They had a flood warning near most of

the bodies of water. The river that ran near her subdivision had been over flowing for the past three days and

the rain has yet ceased to stop. Rayne put her hands in her pockets and sighed. She loved the rain and loved

the thunder storms. But she liked also when it was a warm rain. If it weren't the fact that the wind was wild

that night it might be a warmer rain but as it was it was downright bitter. Rayne closed her eyes and felt her

pocket for her beyblade. She missed being able to let it spin in the nice beydishes that littered this park. As

it was the beydishes were all full of this retched rain. Rayne pulled out her blade and held it in the palm of

her hands.

The bit chip started to glow and not soon after Amoura came out and joined her. Amoura nuzzled

her friends shoulder as she wrapped her wings around her body to shield her from the rain. Rayne and

Amoura walked to a deserted field that was sheltered by tall oaks and pines. Sitting below a rather old and

large oak tree Amoura continued to block the harsh weather from her companion. Time and time again they

sat like this together. With the black fur and wings of Amoura anyone who passed by at this late of night

was not able to see them at all. Sometimes Rayne would ride Amoura in the sky's when it was clear and

cloudless. But not lately and Rayne missed it. She loved being able to be so close to the stars and not have

to worry about anyone interrupting her daydreaming. Rayne loved to hear the sound of Amoura's wings

beating through the night sky. More than once Amoura and Rayne would travel to a distant deserted island

and sit in the cool sand and just relax. But lately those times seemed like a fleeting dream. With this storm

wave rushing through Germany it was rather hard to even go outside without getting soaked to the bone.

Closing her eyes Rayne leaned against Amoura's flank and snuggled against her friend. Rayne woke to gentle shaking. As she groggily looked up at the shaker she found herself face to face with a good looking young man.

She glanced at her watch it was 5:00am. "Hun' your going to catch cold sleeping out here. What are you doing out here in this weather all alone?" The young man

said with a look of worry in his eyes. Rayne looked at Amoura who was still with her protecting her. Amoura snorted at the man but he paid no heed to her. "Your

sopping wet. Let me take you home." He said while taking off his jacket. He tried to place it around her shoulders but she wouldn't hear it. She shrugged it off and

handed it back to him. "I am fine… Thank you." She stated and stood up. She was not even wet anymore. The heat from Amoura dried her off enough and kept her

warm that she was actually feeling well in the dreary cold bitter morning. She glanced at the man before mounting on Amoura's back. Amoura flew into the air and

took off. The young man watched her leave he shook his head and continued his morning jog.

Rayne arrived to her house shortly after. She was bitter cold by this time shivering quite noticeably. It was Saturday after all so she did not have to worry about going

to school. That was her only escape from the hell that she called home. She was a junior in high school she had the whole year left. She had just started that last

week.. Too bad, she hated going because all the students thought her either the devil or some spawn of hell or satin. She was liked by absolutely no one, good thing

the feelings were mutual. She didn't want to worry about what she was wearing that day or what she was going to do after school. She knew what she was going to

do.

Even before she had started high school she knew what her destiny held. She was going to go to college a far far way from Germany. She wanted to go to Russia

or even France to study art. She was an extremely talented artist and much of her work hung around the school. The art teachers were her favorite. Since it was her

junior year she was able to choose all her classes. All the ones that she chose were art. The ones she couldn't choose were Advanced English, Advanced Calculus and

Physics. Those three classes were mandatory for anyone in advanced classes like herself. In her freshman year she was receiving horrible grades because her

counselor decided to put her in easier classes just for her to get her feet "wet" as the woman said. Rayne often brought home notes from the teachers and the deans

stating that she was not paying attention in class and she was failing. Her mother asked her one day what was wrong. Rayne was never one to fail any classes even

when she was in Kindergarten she was top of her class. She could do all her A B C's and even could count 1-100 without any trouble. Rayne was smart.. Very smart.

When her mother questioned why she was getting bad grades she simply stated that she was bored with the stuff. She already knew it and didn't want to learn it

again.

Her mother questioned what she was in and Rayne handed her the schedule that the counselor gave her and shook her head. Adrianna called the so called

"counselor" up and gave her a piece of her mind. The reason that Rayne was getting bad grades was because she was bored with the class and didn't try. Her

mother immediately had a conference with the Dean and the Superintendent of the school and had Rayne immediately transferred out of those classes and put in

advanced. Ever since then she has gotten straight A's and her G.P.A is a 4.0. Her mother had to talk to the Dean to get those F's removed off her record. Rayne's

major will be Art, her minor will be physics and engineering. She loved physics especially the advanced stuff. What ever made her put her mind to it she would do till it

was done and correct. She hated writing papers because it would always not turn out right or she didn't do it to the teachers expectations. She did great in English

but it took her forever to do. There was really no "right" way for her to write a paper. Compared to the mathematical analytical questions that she had with her

physics and the Calculus she was frustrated by the end of the paper. She just turned it in to get it in on time. However with the other classes she strived to do good.

She strived to make sure the answer was correct. It always was. Smart and clever as always it always seemed to get her into trouble. Rayne would tend to not pay

attention to the lectures in her classes and just sit back and draw. At least that was with the stuff she already knew. She wouldn't of learned all she did if not for

paying attention in class. Rayne sighed and crawled into bed. She was exhausted. The rest of the weekend passed quite slow. Nothing interesting happened. It never

did.