Mariam flicked her indigo fringe to one side of her pale face so she could see the moon shining over head, and the beautiful reflection glistening on the water below. Ozuma walked by her side, slightly unnerved, and deep in thought as the duo came to the river's edge.
"It's beautiful huh?"
"Yeah, just like you- you, your win against Dunga in practice today." The dual haired boy jumbled out in a stuttery voice. Mariam pouted.
"Well, our losses at the tournament certainly weren't beautiful." Her glowing eyes cast downward then, as she pouted further and sat on the sloping grass hill overlooking the river a few feet away from them. Ozuma grumbled. Those losses were so humiliating... So horrible. Ozuma remembered watching Flash Leopard go flying out of the dish, even after a battle at his very best. He was no match, no match at all for Zeo. He cast a downward glance at Mariam who brushed more of her fringe out of her eyes and behind her ear. She too seemed to be thinking the same thing.
Mariam would never forget how her beyblade had been shattered so violently by King and Queen, and how she felt so weak and useless after, and falling to her knees in sheer submission and defeat. The voices in her head had been shouting violent things at her then, but to hear the laughing voices of King and Queen, things couldn't get any worse. Mariam sighed and kept her gaze on the slow moving waters and the silent night around them. Neither child knew just how much worse things would get.
Ozuma cleared his throat, and stood closer, almost behind Mariam on the grass, readying his speech.
"Mariam I have something to say to you. It's been bugging me for quite some time now, and I really need to get how I feel about it off my chest." Mariam turned her body round gracefully. And her eyes widened in horror. Mariam didn't have time to utter a surprised squeak before an all-black clad man pressed a chloroform filled rag over her mouth. The stench was over powering, and the last thing Mariam saw was Ozuma staggering backwards whilst a man pressed a cloth over his mouth also, and with that memory weighing her down, Mariam descended into darkness.
The man in front of Mariam caught Mariam by the waist just as she was about to fall over backward. The other man held Ozuma under his arms, and proceeded to drag him backwards up the hill, and into a waiting van on the road above. The other man, carrying Mariam bridal style with her hair nearly dusting the grass below, eagerly followed.
"I hope the boss likes the new arrivals. I don't think they're from around here."
"That means we might get payed double." Both men chuckled before climbing into the dark van and driving away.