Lirin: New story. New story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or the characters. And I don't make money.

Warning: character deaths. blood. Boris acting as Boris


Chapter 1: Murderous Beginning

Tala was kidnapped from his home when he was just a small boy. He hardly remembers his parents or baby sisters. All he knows is the inside of the Abbey, Boris's 'training' grounds for young beybladers.

This place isn't so much a training ground as it is a military facility forcing small children into becoming cold, heartless killers with impeccable beyblade skills. Boris was working on creating a new form of army.

Inside it was rare for people to bond and create friendships. However over time Tala became good friends with the three boys he had been teamed up with. Bryan, Spencer and Ian were all he had to rely on in this nightmarish place Tala knew as his home, his world.

The Abbey was also cut off from the outside. High brick walls surrounded the building making seeing what was beyond impossible. And for the brave souls daring enough to try and scale the walls guards were posted in towers with orders to shoot any trying to escape. Or if that failed the other side was covered in barbwire waiting to entangle more victims.

The Abbey was an impenetrable fortress cut off from the outside world. No one knew how much the outside had changed, or that the defenses keeping them in were also working to keep them safe from the changing outside world.

Tala sat on his bed with Bryan, Ian and Spencer sitting around his small room that hardly fit them all.

"Tala, why are we here? It's late and I'm tired," Ian complained rubbing his eyes. They had completed a three day mission in the underground survival area and were in need of some deserved rest when Tala asked them all to come to his room.

"I know, sorry Ian," the red head said looking at the smallest of their group. "But this is important...at least I'm pretty sure it is."

"So what's up Wolf? What do you think is important?" Bryan asked now his curiosity was perked.

"Do any of you remember your families? Or life before you were taken here?" Tala watched as all three of his friends shook their heads 'no'. The answer he expected them to give. "I don't either. But lately, ever since the sky went to the permanent darkness, I've had a bad feeling settle in the pit of my stomach. It feels like people I know are hurt and since you guys are safe I think it might be my parents."

"Tala do you know how crazy that sounds?" Ian asked getting up. "If this is why you called us here I'm going to leave and get some sleep."

Spencer grunted as he too got up and followed Ian to the door. "Sorry Wolf, but Snake is right. That does sound crazy and we need sleep. If you're still feeling that way later, we can talk more then. But sleep is a priority for us all right now."

"I get it. Night you guys."

It bothered Tala to see the two leave but he knew he couldn't stop them from leaving. He knew he sounded crazy and yet he still felt the way he did. He just needed to know if his friends might have a similar feeling.

Tala was surprised to feel a weight added on the bed next to him and a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to his right to see Bryan sitting there.

"I believe you Wolf. I've been worried about the dark sky too. And I've noticed that when I sneak out at night to sit on the roof the cities gotten quieter and there are fewer lights."

"I wonder what's going on out there."

"I don't know. Nothing good I think. And this might be odd, but I think we're safer here then out there."

Tala chuckled. "Bryan, that's weirder then what I said earlier."

"I know Wolf, but it's true. I mean I sit on the roof and I feel like someone is watching me from the woods. And I know it's not the guards."

"That's freaky."

"I know. It makes me want to be inside instead of out there."

"That is really bad," Tala said around a yawn. Now he was feeling tired.

"Yeah. You look tired Tala, I'll go so you can sleep. We'll talk more in the morning about this."

"Thanks Bryan, see you later then."

After Bryan left it did not take long for Tala to fall asleep on his hard bed and flat pillows.

Boris sat at his desk looking over his latest financial documents. He was very disappointed by what he saw there. There was no way he could afford to keep this place open any longer. He didn't know what had happened but his financiers stopped providing money and now the Abbey was gathering a debt he could not afford to pay off without help.

He had few choices right now. One was to kill off some of the lesser improving kids. However that would take time and debt would continue to rack up. The other option was to close the Abbey. Abandon his dream of ruling the World with an army of unstoppable Beybladers.

He shook the idea from his head. He was not going to abandon his dream. Even closing the Abbey's doors he was not going to give up on what he spent years working on. Instead he's just have to hold off on it. He'd raise money and start again. In the morning he'd announce that the place was closing and the kids would be released onto the streets of Moscow.

Yes, that was his new plan. However Boris was not fully satisfied with it. Something was missing. He stood from his deck and walked to the window. He ponder what was missing as he looked out into the overly dark night.

The night was void of life, light and joy. It was then he realized what he must do. A sick smile twisted his face as he returned to his desk and touched a button summoning a guard to his office.

A few moments later there was a knock and the door opened revealing a guard.

"Sir, you summoned someone."

"Ah yes Micca. I would like you to bring about twenty of the kids, it doesn't matter which ones, to the dungeons. Tomorrow this place is closing for good and I want to end it with a big bang of blood."

"I see Sir. I will spread the message to the other guards and make sure twenty kids are brought to the cells."

"Very good Micca. I shall meet you there at the end of the hour. Have everything ready by then."

"As you wish Sir," Micca saluted before turning on his heels and going about his task. A joy filled his being knowing that he'd be seeing much innocent blood tonight. And he knew which others to tell that would also be filled with this disturbing happiness.

At the hour's end Boris was working his way to the dungeons. His twisted smile never once faded. His blood lust made sure of that. He could not wait to see the kids' pain, hear their screams of agony.

Sure he was pissed that this plan had failed him after years of his life were spent working on it, but he'd find a way to try again and again if he needed too. No matter what he'd keep trying until he reached his goal.

Inside the dungeon twenty kids were crowded against the back wall with eights guards standing around. Micca was by the door waiting for Boris. Among the kids were a tall blond boy and a much shorter one with indigo hair and a long nose. Both of them were looking half asleep and at the same time ready for action.

Boris walked into the room and any noise instantly became quiet. Only the sound of the leaking creaks dropping water onto the floor was heard.

Boris looked at all the kids. He was still smiling as he began to talk to them. "Good evening my children. I am sorry that you were pulled from your sleep to join us here tonight, but I do have some sad news for you."

"And what's that?" Spencer asked being the spokesman for the kids.

"I'm so glad you asked Spencer," Boris replied grinning more. "There is some good news for you all."

The kids began to whisper among themselves. Many hopes were voiced that many once thought impossible. Boris allowed this to continue for a minute or so before continuing his small speech.

"Some of your speculations are correct. As of tomorrow the Abbey doors will be closing. That means that everyone here will be returned to their homes or just left on the streets. However for you lot, that will not be the case. Tonight is the final time we're going to weed out some of the weaker children. So while it has been nice to have met you all, your time in this life was short." Boris turned to his left and addressed the guard there, "Micca begin the executions."

Micca gave the command and his men began to fire on the children. The ones up front did not have a chance and cried in pain as bullets ripped them opened and splashed their blood on some friends. Others panicked and tired to run. Ian and Spencer were the only ones to remain calm. Both knew they were in a hopeless situation.

The dungeon was filled with noises of guns, laughter, and pained cries. Boris watched as each kid was tracked down by the bullets and shot to pieces. He didn't even mind that some of their blood sprayed on his cloths and hands. No Boris was happy about all of this. He was glad to know that ending this project was not as boring as he originally thought it was going to be.

Within ten minutes the most of the noise died down. The guns had stopped and there was no more screaming. Only the men remained laughing as they examined the bodies with their steel-toed boots. If the kid made a noise then they'd be shot again, if not the kid was presumed dead. None of the kids made a peep.

Only one was still lightly breathing and he waited until Boris and the guards were cleared out. When they were gone Spencer crawled himself to where Ian lay.

"Seaborg, watch over Bryan and Tala," he said with his last breath.


Lirin: So this wraps up that chapter. Man I love starting things with a blood bath. Don't know why but I do.

Kai: Truth is she's a maniac worse then Boris to seeing us tortured.

Lirin: Hey I didn't say you could talk Kai. Keep quiet unless you're asking for reviews.

Kai: hn. *walks off*

Lirin: So yeah end of chapter. You guys now know what to do and it involves clicking the box blew and typing in some thoughts. Doesn't have to be long just let me know what you think so far. And more will be up soon. Thanks everyone.