No...... this can't be.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with beyblade. What I do own is Jake, and his psychopathic mind.
This is just to say what this is about. Okay, so one night I was thinkin' 'oh, my dreams and BBTV awards stories are just a load of ...um.. s***'. So I thought, 'I always liked angst, romance and action stories. So MIX EM UP'. Pairings: not decided yet. Summary: A horror beyblade story with slight humour and tonnes of romance.
Prologue: Slash (chapter 1)
********************************************************************* Hillary's POV (point of view)
It was sunny; even though the forecast said it was gonna rain. I always thought they were wrong. As I approached Tyson's grandfather's dojo, I heard a rustle, followed by an explosion. Oh well, I thought.
********************************************************************* Tyson's POV
It was sunny, and the heat was draining the life out of me. 'Ha!' I yelled as I pulled my ripcord with all my might. Dragoon circled the stadium, and Draciel stayed in the middle.
'Dragoon!! Hyper victory tornado!!!!'
'Heavy viper wall!!!'
An explosion erupted, and Dragoon returned to my hand.
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Narrative:
'Is the plan ready, Zagart?'
'Yes, my lord, plan slash is ready,'
'Then proceed,'
'I have already sent someone, and with him, they will be terminated, and then, my reward.' Zagart rubbed his hands together, as his terrible cackle echoed through the laboratory. And deep in an abandoned cage, where a certain turquoise- haired boy slept, the cackle could be heard. He murmured to himself, 'Dad, where are you, what are you doing, where are my friends- the bladebreakers?' Tears rolled down his cheeks, as the truth hit him once again. He was a robot, not designed to have friends. But they were his friends, and they always will be. 'I don't care!! They are my friends, who cares if I'm a robot? They accepted it, and Tyson's still my friend!'
He remembered how he battled Tyson in the world championships, and how Tyson still shook his hand, even though Zeo had betrayed him. And then.. Later on.. Zeo was captured and locked in this cage.
Back in reality...
Zagart approached the cage, and called to his son,
'It's time,'
'No, dad, you can't!! I won't let you!'
'It's too late to change. I've sent someone. He's a professional.'
'You sent a professional?'
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Okay, so this may be too much about Zeo, but this introduces the story a bit.
Next chapter: What?
Please note that the title of chapter 2 is not meant in a funny way. I mean I'm sure you'd be wondering 'what?' if a horrible bloodthirsty stalker is following you. Right?!
Next chapter is about Saint shields and the rustle that Hillary heard.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with beyblade. What I do own is Jake, and his psychopathic mind.
This is just to say what this is about. Okay, so one night I was thinkin' 'oh, my dreams and BBTV awards stories are just a load of ...um.. s***'. So I thought, 'I always liked angst, romance and action stories. So MIX EM UP'. Pairings: not decided yet. Summary: A horror beyblade story with slight humour and tonnes of romance.
Prologue: Slash (chapter 1)
********************************************************************* Hillary's POV (point of view)
It was sunny; even though the forecast said it was gonna rain. I always thought they were wrong. As I approached Tyson's grandfather's dojo, I heard a rustle, followed by an explosion. Oh well, I thought.
********************************************************************* Tyson's POV
It was sunny, and the heat was draining the life out of me. 'Ha!' I yelled as I pulled my ripcord with all my might. Dragoon circled the stadium, and Draciel stayed in the middle.
'Dragoon!! Hyper victory tornado!!!!'
'Heavy viper wall!!!'
An explosion erupted, and Dragoon returned to my hand.
*********************************************************************
Narrative:
'Is the plan ready, Zagart?'
'Yes, my lord, plan slash is ready,'
'Then proceed,'
'I have already sent someone, and with him, they will be terminated, and then, my reward.' Zagart rubbed his hands together, as his terrible cackle echoed through the laboratory. And deep in an abandoned cage, where a certain turquoise- haired boy slept, the cackle could be heard. He murmured to himself, 'Dad, where are you, what are you doing, where are my friends- the bladebreakers?' Tears rolled down his cheeks, as the truth hit him once again. He was a robot, not designed to have friends. But they were his friends, and they always will be. 'I don't care!! They are my friends, who cares if I'm a robot? They accepted it, and Tyson's still my friend!'
He remembered how he battled Tyson in the world championships, and how Tyson still shook his hand, even though Zeo had betrayed him. And then.. Later on.. Zeo was captured and locked in this cage.
Back in reality...
Zagart approached the cage, and called to his son,
'It's time,'
'No, dad, you can't!! I won't let you!'
'It's too late to change. I've sent someone. He's a professional.'
'You sent a professional?'
*********************************************************************
Okay, so this may be too much about Zeo, but this introduces the story a bit.
Next chapter: What?
Please note that the title of chapter 2 is not meant in a funny way. I mean I'm sure you'd be wondering 'what?' if a horrible bloodthirsty stalker is following you. Right?!
Next chapter is about Saint shields and the rustle that Hillary heard.