Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. Or even that stupid movie that I don't know who'd want to own. Yeah… Nothing special to report.

Okay, I probably shoulda written this yesterday… Cuz this warning is cuz there's lots of blood and death, yay, blood and death… Yeah… and after much review I've decided to up the rating to M if I haven't set it there already… Yeah, chapter 4 is going to be fun.

The Fruit, The Life, and The Unseen Truth

Act 2: From the Ashes the Phoenix is Reborn

Ray's POV

I feel time slowly unraveling, the comfort of knowing what's past will stay in the past fading away. I want to scream and run, run forward to the future. But what kind of future could I run to? What kind of place will I be in? Why can't I stay here? This is where Kai is, this where today is, this where I can forget.

I feel the tug of time as it pushes me back. I see yesterday's squabble, then I see the day before that when Kai and I were watching Serendipity. I see it all get washed over by read and the volume cuts off. I claw at the red, slashing through it.

The red sputters and bubbles around the claw marks. Suddenly a growing bubble pops and showers my face and arms with red. Not bright candy apple red, not deep blood red.

I feel my pulse jump and I can't help but stare at the crimson lines cutting across my hands. I stifle a whine only to be overwhelmed by the scent of iron and death. I shriek, trying to run away from it. I try to wipe off the blood but I can't. It just won't leave.

"No! Stop it!" I shout, tears blooming in my eyes.

I scream again as the slashes in the wall of memories starts to bleed. At first just tiny globules then it came on in heavy drops. I threw myself at the wall, trying to stop the bleeding.

Suddenly the wall took form of a person. I couldn't tell who it was; all they were was memories wrapped around their corpse. I tried to brush away the memories but they leapt off the person and stuck to me.

I stared wide-eyed as it began to sink into my skin, burning its self to me. I screamed in pain as the smell of burning flesh filled the room. I screamed and screamed, trying to wrench it from my skin. The memory suddenly flashed and I was knocked back. It wrapped me in its disorienting fugue.

I sat up, groaning. My body felt as if it was on fire. My eyes didn't seem to want to function for everything was blurry. The bright orange and yellow scene danced in my view, the wavering view seemed so beautiful.

Suddenly my throat choked up and I couldn't breath. I coughed and gagged, my body convulsing.

"Ray's still in that fire! Help him! Save my baby!" Some woman shouted, but all I could see was black and orange.

I choked on another blast of orange and black cloud. I staggered to my feet, walking feebly forward.

Hysterical screams guided me to the exit. I seen the line of people ringed around the doorway. All of them begging me to come out. They all screamed and waved at me, shouting incoherently.

I stepped across the threshold and everything vanished. I stood inside a void of swirling black mist. The low hanging clouds of gray writhed and dissipated as I passed through them.

Ray! Ray! Over here! Ray! Help me! Stop it please!

The voices shouted at me, cutting into my being. I felt warm blood dripping onto me, pattering softly against me arms.

A gust of scalding air blew away, seeming to peel off all my skin. I shrieked in pain hoping for it to stop, hoping it all ended. Then the warm liquid started to splatter against my face. I opened my eyes only to get a drop of red to fall into them.

Tears stung at my eyes as I stared up at me. Cuts and bruises decorated the thin frame. I gasped for air but only the super heated air came to me. I choked and struggled to get away.

"Run Ray, run." The other me said, as he collapsed beside me.

I noticed the arrows buried deep with my back, the crimson liquid slowly turning the white shirt to red.

I cried and cried over myself. Suddenly the other me's skin began to crack and he was suddenly over come by a flurry of feathers. Once it stopped it was mother, a smile cut into her throat as she looked up at me with such conviction.

I began to bring my hands to face when I felt the knife slide from my grip. I screamed and shouted at her that it wasn't me. I was sorry. It's not possible!

Crimson tears fell from eyes. They gathered into a growing pool of red. It began to bubble and spread, infecting the ground like some ravenous plague. I flailed backwards, scooting away. It lurched forward, grabbing at me with tiny red hands.

"How could you Ray?" A voice behind me asked. I turned to see my father holding something in his arms. The deadened look in his eye made me cringe. He tilted his arms to me to let me see what was wrapped with in them.

"How could you?" He whispered, revealing the dead child within his arms.

"It wasn't me!? I didn't! Couldn't! Sister!" I shouted, my throat closing and stealing my breath.

Suddenly his hands wrapped around my neck, squeezing the life from. I managed to get out a gurgled scream before I suddenly stabbed him in the throat. I retraced the blade and struck again and again, screaming and denying everything.

When I finally stopped I was coated red. Red dripped from hair, congressing with the red on my pants.

My stomach lurched and I suddenly had to vomit. I ran, and ran. I never stopped running but no matter what I could still see it. Their bodies still highlighted by the only beam light.

I screamed and fell crumpled to the ground. I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything. Anything but crying.

When the eternity of cry had ended I was back in my apartment. I was alone and the dead silence brought minimal comfort to my soul. I shuddered as the bloodied memories crept into my mind. I gagged and dashed off to the bathroom, vomiting in the toilet.

Once I was finished vomiting my soul out I threw myself against the wall, pounding on the ceramic tiling.

"It's not true! It's not true!" I shouted, slamming my fists into the wall. The tiling began to crumble and rain down atop me. My hands ached and tiny cuts left blood on the pure white tiles.

I sank to the floor, feeling my mind reeling back. My eyes were locked on the blood slowly sliding down the white tiles.

I screamed and ran from the bathroom. As I rounded the corner Kai was suddenly there. I slammed into him, my body trembling.

"Ray, what's wrong?" He asked, his eyes wavering with concern.

I felt my throat tighten as I pushed him away. I screamed again and tears flooded my eyes.

I raced away, skidding into the kitchen. I tore it apart as I took up a knife. How similar it looked to the one that I wielded against my family.

Tiny flames flit across my vision but I shook them away.

"Ray! Stop this!" Kai growled, his eyes locked mine in it.

I raised the blade to my throat but suddenly I felt Kai's hand over mine. The blade would not venture any closer.

"Stop this! Don't do it!" Kai called, his eyes showing more emotion than they ever had.

My hand fell to my side and the water colored tears dripped from the tip of my nose. I released the knife and fell forward. Kai enclosed me in his arms, vanquishing the thoughts.

I felt the world stop, the time realign and all my thoughts stop. I fell head first into oblivion knowing that Kai would protect me.

"I will bind you, and for me, you will dance."

Oh, creepy! I like blood, in case you couldn't tell. So yeah, the next chapter will probably be a little less gory and less chilling. But I'm beginning to feel better about this fict. Thank you teenage angst!

And I have no reviewers to respond to… darn…