Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade, nor do I own its characters (though I much wish I could own Kai!!) . I do however own my O.Cs as well as my plot. Thanks!

"Is this what life is supposed to be?"

That's what she asks herself every night before she falls asleep. Usually after crying her eyes out. Elizabeth Naegino is beaten brutally by her aunt, her mother and her cousin Drake. She knew why though. It was her father. They hated him and she loved him. When her parents were divorced, they held a custody hearing in which the mother was usually favoured. Not by Elizabeth. She knew what her mom could do, so she chose her father and lived a mostly happy life. Sure she was bullied. Who wasn't? But when her father died, everything changed. She moved in with her aunt and that's when the beatings began. Even through the bruises, though, she was pretty.

She has short-ish black hair with crimson here and there. She isn't perfect but she is happy enough with her body. She usually wears baggy black cargos and a black tee with a silver star over a green long sleeve. Her ears are pierced and she has crimson eyes.

Elizabeth used to be a strong girl but they broke her. She was basically numb. She hardly felt pain anymore, but she also hardly felt joy. Except when she was with Mercedes, her dog, or spinning her beyblade with the bit beast Drydzia. Moving in with her mum was a mistake. She should've run away....or at least something.

She heard them all laughing. =Drunk again= she thought. =Will they ever learn?= Finally, she gave in to her sore eyes and sleepy head and was unconscious almost immediately

She woke to cries of laughter and the smash of a bottle from downstairs. =Mercedes! = She thought with horror.

She jolted upwards the down the stairs in her dads old oversized tee she used as a nightie.

"Leave her alone!" she almost screamed.

"Why the hell should I?" snapped back her aunt, "You putrid little witch! I told you I want the dog out!"

"No way!" Elizabeth retaliated, "I pay for her, she stays in my room, I say she stays!"

Her aunt turned up the vodka bottle at that. It looked as if she'd been getting smashed all night again.

"I'll take her out if it'll keep you happy," She voiced =And mostly sober. = She added to herself. =You have to give in sometimes I guess. I just seem to be doing it a lot lately. =

At least there'll be bladers at the park, encouraged Drydzia.

=Yeah, I guess. = Elizabeth resigned. There was no arguing with her bitbeast. She had a good point. =To the park then. =

She got Mercedes' leash and some cash from her mums' purse and headed to the park. She hoped to battle somebody good. It was just another day in the life of Elizabeth Naegino. Or was it?

D.D.D.D.

Shouts of "C'mon Dragoon!" and "You can take him Draciel!" Were heard from behind the crowd.

=Somebody important must be blading to attract a crowd this big. = She commented.

This could be your big shot!Encouraged Drydzia. She was really hoping for a battle.

Elizabeth squeezed her way through the crowd with Mercedes in tow trying to find out who was blading and finally asked some excited kid.

"What are you?" Came the kids' rude reply, "Stupid? Those are the Bladebreakers, man!"

She walked away through the crowd at this, quietly thinking =Bladebreakers? Yeah, I might have heard of them once. =

She didn't have a T.V at her aunts' so naturally she's never seen much of the Bladebreakers in action.

She made it to the middle of the crowd to find the bladers.

"Go Draciel!" shouted the blond boy. A shape somewhat like a turtle emerged from the green blade when he said this...or shouted it rather.

The other darker-haired blader called on his bitbeast Dragoon and retaliated quickly. It seemed as if they were evenly matched. Not long afterwards, Dragoon stopped spinning and the battle was over.

People cheered and congratulated the blond boy. She decided to ask him to battle her.

"Sure!" came his reply, "and by the way," he added, "I'm Max,"

They walked to opposing sides of the dish and raised her launcher, containing the angelic white beyblade; she lifted her right eyebrow as the blunette approached the dish.

"3-2-1- let it Rip!!!" he called/

She tugged at the ripcord. As usual, it freely glided through the launcher in a swift and easy motion of the wrist. The beyblades hit the dish and then... game on.