Stolen Spirit: Hey this is my 1st ever fic so please don't flame but please
review!
Disclaimer: Lets get this through if I owned beyblade do you think I would be writing this fic?
Chapter 1- Leaving it
"Kai you can't leave us! Please we are sorry!"
He heard their voices again as he stepped onto the highway. Begging him.
He heard them shouting again, some loud sobs that made their shoulders tremble (1).
"It's not your fault. Please we are sorry!"
Kai was escaping it all he didn't want them to go through pain he was suppose too.
If only I could off made my move sooner he thought. He raised his crimson eyes to the tilted highway sign jutting up from the sandy highway shoulder.
Highway 1.
The sun had set a few hours before as he made his way out of Key West. Now even it was dark, the air remained daylight hot, heavy and wet.
Swampy.
"Got to get as far away as I can from them." He said aloud, scratching the back of his neck.
" It's not your fault. Please we are sorry!"
He heard their frightened voices again as his eyes searched the narrow highway. Shifting the small canvas bag that held his few belongings, he began walking north along the shoulder, his sneakers sinking into the sand.
" Got to get away. Got to get away"
Got to get away from them, their cries.
But how?
He had already done damage to them. He had to leave just in case they came after him again.
He swatted a mosquito on his forehead.
Twin white lights, creeping silently along the road as if sneaking behind him, signalled an approaching car. Kai turned toward the lights and raised the thumb of his free hand.
The lights grew brighter, brighter accompanied by a roar that broke the night silence.
He closed his eyes as the car sped past without slowing.
He waited for the lights in his head to fade.
"Kai you can't leave us!"
He began walking again, picking up his pace, and kicking the damp sand as he walked.
Maybe ill leave Florida and not go back to Russia (2) so ill never see their faces again, he thought.
Is it possible to do that? Just walk away from everything? Leave all the bad stuff behind and prepare for the worse?
Beyblading had always been trouble for him. He had been beyblading from when he was six. But when he meet his grandfather both of his parents had been smeared across the highway. His only nice, caring part of the family.
What a life to have.
He was always hated his home Russia.
He has always been kept there. Locked in the hands of Boris and his grandfather.
At first had thought that all teenagers had something wrong in their life maybe just a little one.
But they had perfect lives. They were only interested in their tans, in their girlfriends and their bodies.
It all made Kai angry.
All of it.
He kicked a clump of dirt onto the highway " I'm never going back to them or Russia" he muttered, slapping at another mosquito.
Another car roared past.
Kai kept his thumb raised. A van filled with teenagers pulled up and slowed nearly to a stop. He could see grinning faces peering through the windows at him.
Kai started to jog toward the van - and it sped away, its horn honking loudly.
Kai raised his fist angrily.
Stupid clowns, he thought. He wanted to kill them. Kill them!
"Kai you cant!"
He shook his head hard as if trying to shake away their pleading voices. Once again he heard some of them crying.
I know I should of made my move earlier, he thought. But sometimes things get to be too much.
Sometimes I would just stand there frozen, actually going what my grandfather wants me to do.
What can I do?
It wasn't the first time he had betrayed them.
But it would be the last.
Kicking sand off his baggy trousers, he stepped onto the highway without slowing his pace. Again he shifted his canvas bag to his other hand.
Someone's got to stop and give me a ride, he thought. I can't walk all the way North.
He walked over a narrow bridge.
Water trickled softly below, the only sound expect the scuffing of his sneakers on the asphalt. He turned and raised his thumb. As lights crept up the highway.
Another car.
It rolled past him. He lowered his thumb, disappointed, feeling the angry start to boil inside him.
But then the car squealed to a stop, its tires skidding onto the sandy shoulder. The red taillights glared at him like two eyes.
Kai jogged quickly toward the car, a black Buick Skylark.
The driver's window slid down with an electric buzz. He was an old man, Kai was. With a knobby, bald head. Light glinted off his think, round eyeglasses.
" How far you going?" The old man asked, smiled up at Kai, his eyes studying Kai`s blue triangles on his face from behind the thick glasses.
Kai shrugged. " I really don't know " he replied. "Just heading north."
" I'm only going as far as Fort Lauderdale" the old man said, still staring at his triangles.
" Sounds good" Kai told him.
Kai hurried around the front of the car, pulled open the passenger's door, and lowered himself into the leather seat.
Kai gasped.
Stolen Spirit: I had to leave it there I like you people wanting to know what's going to happen next.well that means R&R!
(1)= Cry babies, I know!
(2)= He lives there.right?
Disclaimer: Lets get this through if I owned beyblade do you think I would be writing this fic?
Chapter 1- Leaving it
"Kai you can't leave us! Please we are sorry!"
He heard their voices again as he stepped onto the highway. Begging him.
He heard them shouting again, some loud sobs that made their shoulders tremble (1).
"It's not your fault. Please we are sorry!"
Kai was escaping it all he didn't want them to go through pain he was suppose too.
If only I could off made my move sooner he thought. He raised his crimson eyes to the tilted highway sign jutting up from the sandy highway shoulder.
Highway 1.
The sun had set a few hours before as he made his way out of Key West. Now even it was dark, the air remained daylight hot, heavy and wet.
Swampy.
"Got to get as far away as I can from them." He said aloud, scratching the back of his neck.
" It's not your fault. Please we are sorry!"
He heard their frightened voices again as his eyes searched the narrow highway. Shifting the small canvas bag that held his few belongings, he began walking north along the shoulder, his sneakers sinking into the sand.
" Got to get away. Got to get away"
Got to get away from them, their cries.
But how?
He had already done damage to them. He had to leave just in case they came after him again.
He swatted a mosquito on his forehead.
Twin white lights, creeping silently along the road as if sneaking behind him, signalled an approaching car. Kai turned toward the lights and raised the thumb of his free hand.
The lights grew brighter, brighter accompanied by a roar that broke the night silence.
He closed his eyes as the car sped past without slowing.
He waited for the lights in his head to fade.
"Kai you can't leave us!"
He began walking again, picking up his pace, and kicking the damp sand as he walked.
Maybe ill leave Florida and not go back to Russia (2) so ill never see their faces again, he thought.
Is it possible to do that? Just walk away from everything? Leave all the bad stuff behind and prepare for the worse?
Beyblading had always been trouble for him. He had been beyblading from when he was six. But when he meet his grandfather both of his parents had been smeared across the highway. His only nice, caring part of the family.
What a life to have.
He was always hated his home Russia.
He has always been kept there. Locked in the hands of Boris and his grandfather.
At first had thought that all teenagers had something wrong in their life maybe just a little one.
But they had perfect lives. They were only interested in their tans, in their girlfriends and their bodies.
It all made Kai angry.
All of it.
He kicked a clump of dirt onto the highway " I'm never going back to them or Russia" he muttered, slapping at another mosquito.
Another car roared past.
Kai kept his thumb raised. A van filled with teenagers pulled up and slowed nearly to a stop. He could see grinning faces peering through the windows at him.
Kai started to jog toward the van - and it sped away, its horn honking loudly.
Kai raised his fist angrily.
Stupid clowns, he thought. He wanted to kill them. Kill them!
"Kai you cant!"
He shook his head hard as if trying to shake away their pleading voices. Once again he heard some of them crying.
I know I should of made my move earlier, he thought. But sometimes things get to be too much.
Sometimes I would just stand there frozen, actually going what my grandfather wants me to do.
What can I do?
It wasn't the first time he had betrayed them.
But it would be the last.
Kicking sand off his baggy trousers, he stepped onto the highway without slowing his pace. Again he shifted his canvas bag to his other hand.
Someone's got to stop and give me a ride, he thought. I can't walk all the way North.
He walked over a narrow bridge.
Water trickled softly below, the only sound expect the scuffing of his sneakers on the asphalt. He turned and raised his thumb. As lights crept up the highway.
Another car.
It rolled past him. He lowered his thumb, disappointed, feeling the angry start to boil inside him.
But then the car squealed to a stop, its tires skidding onto the sandy shoulder. The red taillights glared at him like two eyes.
Kai jogged quickly toward the car, a black Buick Skylark.
The driver's window slid down with an electric buzz. He was an old man, Kai was. With a knobby, bald head. Light glinted off his think, round eyeglasses.
" How far you going?" The old man asked, smiled up at Kai, his eyes studying Kai`s blue triangles on his face from behind the thick glasses.
Kai shrugged. " I really don't know " he replied. "Just heading north."
" I'm only going as far as Fort Lauderdale" the old man said, still staring at his triangles.
" Sounds good" Kai told him.
Kai hurried around the front of the car, pulled open the passenger's door, and lowered himself into the leather seat.
Kai gasped.
Stolen Spirit: I had to leave it there I like you people wanting to know what's going to happen next.well that means R&R!
(1)= Cry babies, I know!
(2)= He lives there.right?