Fire: Just to let you know... I CAN'T WRITE ANGST! So I have no clue why I have written this...

Kai: You just have to torture us don't you...

Fire: It's not you I torture... Well in this story...

Tala: Fire doesn't own any of the beyblade characters... Or beyblade...

Promise

The sound of leather hitting bare flesh echoed through the abbey.
A student stood, chest exposed. Red, raw cuts decorating his torso.
The leather struck him, again and again. But he didn't yell, he didn't cry, nor did he flinch. He just stood there his crimson life dripping to the floor.
"You are to terrify," He was lashed again, "You are going to dominate!" The torturer's gravel deep voice echoed off the frozen, stone walls.
"What are you?" The boy stayed silent. The whip's torturous song played as it carved into his stomach. The boy whimpered slightly, silently begging for his lesson to end.
"I said; What are you?" The student's voice, eaten by pain, screamed to be heard. It was silenced.
A piercing pain, embedded itself into the boys mind and body. He collapsed onto his bruised knees, which were now oozing with red liquid.
The snake he called 'sir' slid around to face his paralyzed prey. He smiled devilishly.
"You better do as I have told you. Or you will welcome what I have just done with open arms." He turned away, before pivoting and backhanding the kneeling boy across the face.
"Take him to his room and get one of the other boys to clean him up." He barked at the two uniformed guards, "Actually ignore that order. Take him to his room and let him clean himself!" Boris laughed lightly at his idea.
The men marched over to the boy grabbing him under the armpits. They dragged his legs along the frostbitten floor, causing the boy to wince and whimper as it tore at his bare legs.
Upon reaching an old wooden door, one of the men dropped him and took out his many keys, flicking through them until he found the right one. He motioned for the other to bring the boy inside, as he pocketed the keys, with a calloused hand.
"Throw him in."
He did just that.
The boy cried out as the dingy dampness penetrated his wounds. Never had Boris beaten him this badly.
The door slamming announced the departure of his escorts. Leaving him shivering from the cold and the pain circulating through his body.
His mind wandered, thinking about his friend and their reactions to his situation.
Bryan. His best friend. He would curse and threaten, and would even try to get to his tormentor. No matter how much he would suffer after it. It was the way he was. He generally wouldn't hurt a fly unless that fly did something to either himself or his friends.
Tala would probably join Bryan in cursing and would stomp off to his room after talking to him for a bit.
Ian, well he would probably start crying. The poor guy as so young. The youngest Demolition Boy. He was a good three years younger than most of the other boys.
Kai. Kai, would join his boyfriend and Bryan with cursing and would help Bryan with coming up with threats. Then go and calm down with Tala.
They were all beaten. But he was beaten the worst. His teammates, were oblivious to this fact. But that was the way he wanted it.
His vision started to fail.
He wouldn't worry his friends. He wouldn't tell them about this time. He wouldn't let them know, at all.
He would keep up his mask.
His mind became black as he whispered a promise.
"I won't give up... And I will survive..."

Fire: I'm still wondering if I should make this a story... Or maybe leave it as a one-shot...

Bryan: R & R... Tell us your opinions about the story/one-shot crap...

Fire: Just for reference... This story was about Spencer... It took my brother ages to work that out...