XP: Hello! New fic. Just wanted to share this before I quit writing for awhile for exams. This will be updated in about late november.
This fic is about the Blitzkrieg boys being sent to different homes to live normally. Unlike what I normally do, I made the Blitzkrieg boys like the abbey instead, unlike other fics which showed their hatred and fear of the abbey. It's an interesting new perspective to write from! :D
Tala will be staying with Max in America, Bryan will be staying with Tyson in Japan, Spencer will be staying with his old family in Russia, and Ian will be living with Rei in the rural parts of China.
For those wondering, what about Kai? Kai is staying with Mr Dickenson.
Thank you for reading and I hope you like it!
***Start of prologue***
Child soldiers. That's what we were.
Besides beyblading robots, we were trained to be useful in a variety of needs.
We fought under commands, sliced through everything in our way, and removed all obstacles to reach the top.
We killed and slaughtered threats.
Under the name of Biovolt.
We were taught that winning was everything.
We were raised like dogs and we bit like one.
Even if we don't want to, we recognize the hand that feeds us, and we are loyal.
Without Biovolt, would I even be alive?
I would've starved on those cold empty streets.
They gave me a name.
They gave me clothes.
They gave me a place to stay.
I had food and water as long as I was strong enough.
There was meaning to my existence, instead of me dying a dog's death in the alley.
They gave me a title, they gave me pride and joy.
They often used pain, but I've gotten so used to feeling pain that it was like breathing.
It hurts, but pain is now familiar.
I do not hate them for their routine.
Their experimentations, however rough, made me stronger.
They taught me words and showed me how to live.
Biovolt was the place that raised me.
So why are they taking me away?
Why are they sprouting words about child abuse and cruelty?
Why are they sending us all away and separating us?
My brothers that I spent years in cells with. People whom I've shared thick and thin. Glory, defeat, heaven and hell, we got through everything together.
What right do they have to make decisions for us!?
"Calm down, Tala," Mr Dickenson soothed.
"I will not," Tala snarled. "You have no right to do this!"
"I have every right, Tala," Mr Dickenson frowned. "All of you boys are underage. You need to be relocated to good families... especially since all of you didn't enjoy your childhood."
"Wherever you send me, I will create trouble," Bryan sneered.
Spencer was quiet. They had managed to find his family. He had an older brother, two twin little brothers and a little sister, and a mother. He couldn't quite forgive his mother for selling him away, but the money had been necessary to take care of his newborn sister. He wanted to try staying with them, because his sister loved him on sight when she saw him, and his little brothers made his heart melt.
"You're sending me off to the mountains?! Me?!" Ian asked in disbelief as he read his letter.
"I don't care, I want to go back to Biovolt," Tala insisted, causing shocked looks and pity to be showered on him from the other BBA members.
"Poor boy..."
"No where else to go..."
"Doesn't he understand what they've done...?"
"Second that," Bryan tore his letter apart.
"..." Ian was still thinking. He loved his team. He wanted to stay with them, but... to go back to the hell named Biovolt...
"Hey Ian! Hurry up and decide, ya whimp!" Bryan snarled. Pausing for a second, Ian tore his away as well.
"We don't blame you, Spencer," Tala said firmly when Spencer looked at them guiltily. "Your blood siblings are simply precious. Protect them well."
"Yes. Thank you, captain," Spencer bowed his head.
"Tearing the letter away doesn't solve anything," Mr Dickenson explained. "The three of you are still being sent to live in different countries, and if you continue this behavior, we will ensure that you cannot even contact each other."
Tala's face fell.
"Tala, let's just kill him," Bryan growled, cracking his knuckles.
"No, Bryan," Tala sighed. "He is a normal human being. And an old man." Tala had morals.
"We can decide for ourselves what to do when we're eighteen right?" Ian asked.
"Yes, you can. By then you are deemed an adult," Mr Dickenson clarified.
"You can't force us!" Bryan huffed, crossing his arms. "What are you gonna do if I'm not gonna leave? Drug me? Huh?"
"Your bitbeasts and beyblades are with us," Judy piped up.
"That's dirty!" Tala stood up in his rage, slamming the table.
"What makes you different from Biovolt then? Stealing bitbeasts," Ian jibed lightly.
"We had no other choice but to do this! Would you cooperate with us if not for this? This is for your well being in the end!" Judy retorted.
"Anyway, as agreed, Tala will be staying with Max, Bryan with Tyson, and Ian with Rei, no arguments," Mr Dickenson declares, dapping at the sweat on his forehead with his handkerchief.
"Fuck this shit," Bryan growled agitatedly.
I agree.
Why did you have to 'save' us?
Reluctant glances were exchanged.
"Can't we at least stay together?" Ian pleaded. He was the most dependent in the group. He had to have team mates around! Only when he was around team mates would he show his real, cheeky attitude. When he was alone he was quiet and sullen. Ian didn't like it. Plus, staying with Rei meant being in the wilderness. No electronics! That was hell! No easy access to tools for pranking! He was going to act like an utter brat to make them send him back!
"I'm sorry, Ian," Mr Dickenson shook his head. The psychologist said that they had to be apart from each other due to bad influence and dependency. "Men, can you please help them prepare for their stay? Thank you."
The bba personnel moved, standing beside each Blitzkrieg Boy.
Helplessly, they stood up, harsh glares on their faces. There was nothing they could do with their beyblades captive.
***End of prologue***
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