I do not own characters from Beyblade just my lil disclaimer lol
Bright blue eyes stared up into the cold black sky, one singal twinkling light shining through the clouds.
"I guess that star might be as lonely as i am..." A sigh escaped thin cold lips, before a sad smile appeared. "Who am i kidding." A small whisper. Red locks fell into the bright blue eyes, before being wofted out of the way by a quick hand swipe.
"Tala... who are you talking to?" Asked a small voice.
Tala, the red head turned slightly to face the smaller and much younger boy, his eyes dark brown and his hair jet black. "No one, Simon. Just go back to sleep." The boy grunted and rolled over in his dirty colored blankets, facing away from the red head sat by the window. "Then go to sleep." He muttered, before yawning. Tala sighed again. Standing up he walked past many beds within the room, although it was dark he knew it well. Touching each bed post gently as a guide as he slowly and quietly walked to his own bed.
Once sat, he brushed his fingers over the covers, the coarse material upsetting his sense of touch as he cringed. He slowly moved his thin delicate frame under the covers, kicking off his old blue and white boots at the same time. He could see his own breathe as he breathed out. It was far too cold to get changed. Nestling his head on the thin uncomfortable pillow, he stared up at the cracked ceiling, his eyes glistening with emptiness. "One day..." He whispered to him self, "One day i'll get out of here." He rolled onto his side, and allowed one silent tear to slink down his pale face. His knuckles slightly blue from the cold he covered as much skin as he could with the quilt, and closed his eyes, wishing in the back of his mind that his life was nothing but a bad dream. One he would soon wake from.
The star that had been looking down on him seemed to move ever so slightly in the sky, coming down slowly towards the building. Whilst people were sleeping in their beds comfortably never realising the movement up above them. The star glistened slightly, little sparks flaring from it, before it seemed to settle down again, and lay still in the sky once more. All was silent that night, not even the owls were out to sing their songs.
In another universe, loud gun fire sounded across a once peaceful meadow, animals hiding in the grass scuttled out toward nearby woods. Screams of pain and dispair echoed across the valley.
Large beasts moved silently towards camp sites, flaring brightly having been set alight by fire. There was no mercy from above as the night sky was clear. Not a single rain drop could calm the flames. Women and children screaming as their villages were pillaged by silent visitors. More firing shots as men stood trying to protect what was most precious. "Damn demons!" A tall dark muscular man enraged, firing an old shot gun out toward the darkness. As he peered out deeply, his soft green eyes looming over shadows, he found his feet taking steps. Unwillingly they were walking toward the darkness, something far from the flames that were lighting the village. He began to panic having no control over his bodys movements, one foot infront of the other he began to walk faster with each step. Eyes shining brightly in his direction. He began to fire his gun wildley, but having run out of shells he paniced. Rustling his hands through his pyjama pockets and realising he had one lonely shot left. Bright red eyes glared in his direction, and so he quickly raised his gun filled once more with his last shell, and took a shot. "Please, Holy Mother." He begged, before firing his mighty weapon towards the eyes.
Tormenting shrills of pain roared out into the open as the red eyes winced in pain, the man fleeing back to his wooden house as he felt the monsters grip on his movements had been released. "Human!" The beast squealed out into the sky. More eyes now fell upon the man, but they did not bother him, instead rushing in the direction of the red eyed beast. "Get him!" A more female voice screamed out, before the darkness lunged upon the small village. The flames ceased instantly. Not a single spec of blood could have been found as bodies simply started to dissapear into the darkness. Not dead but still living, simply unable to control their actions. Marching away with knives to their backs the people of the village cried helplessly as they were removed.
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