: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.
