First attempt at a Beyblade fic so be warned. Some historical truth has been altered to suit the plot. Also rated for violence in cruelty, torture and death. Also the first instalment is in two parts, so you have to wait for the second later, which will end the introduction and start the main story. Hope the first part wasn't confusing. If so I trust this section will clear matters up a bit.

Special Thanks to Dark White Wolf, who without her support and comments I would never have posted this story. I owe her big time!

Summary: In the war zone in the battle between Biovolt and BBA revolutionaries, many young bladers are taken captive in prison camps. They are desperate to escape, but can they trust supposed enemies, and let love develop in a place of hatred and deceit? KaixOC and other pairings.

Tormented Souls

Chapter 1: Bloody Reality II

Weaving in and out of the maze of old cabins, the group of boys soon found themselves before the towering gates and looming walls as they skidded to a halt. Before them three other boys stood, waiting for the officer chosen to escort them through the barriers and into the main yard for role call.

Among the earlier bunch of youths, were a tall German boy with purple hair and deep mahogany eyes a Scottish boy with fiery red hair tied in a bandanna and midnight blue eyes, and a mountain boy with red and black spikes and emerald green orbs. They greeted each other casually, the bets anyone could in the nightmare, especially this early in the morning.

"Morning guys, thankfully looks like we made it on time huh?" Ray asked, still slightly out of breath.

"You're in luck, still a few minutes before someone lets us through for call." the spiky haired boy stated.

"Phew, at least all that rushing wasn't for nothing. Thanks, Ozuma, you released a lot of worry I had on being late..."

"Maybe if you actually woke up o time Tyson you wouldn't have so much to worry about." the red head snarled.

"See you're in a lively mood today Johnny." Michael taunted. "Then again, all you Scottish mongrels tend to snap and bite, don't you?"

"Mock my country you slacker, just because your stupid nation have no pride! Why I'm going to..." he snapped, ready to pounce on the American, if not held back by his Germanfriend.

"Robert, let me go! I'm warning you, I refuse to listen to this idiotic son of a..."

"For heavens sake! If you had any common sense Jonathan then you would realise your fighting the wrong battle. The real enemy, are the people forcing us into manual labour. Get that through your skull!" he explained, as he loosened his grip feeling Johnny calm down.

"Fine whatever, but don't call me Jonathan! I hate that! Between you and that punk girl calling me my proper name, I'm on my last nerve here."

"Oh, come on. You're not kidding us, we know you actually like Rioko..." Tyson swooned, making stupid noises. Johnny failed hiding red tints in his face, on the mention of his so-called rival's real name being mentioned.

"Shut up! I do not! In case you haven't noticed, every time we're two feet away from each other we start arguing over nothing. You can't honestly call that a crush."

"That's the point, you can never go one day without arguing. You need each other so much." Max retorted.

"Don't patronise me! That stupid girl is the most annoying thing in this camp. I would rather be stuck in the dungeons than having to listen to her all the time." Johnny fumed angrily.

"But remember when Rioko had to spend a day confined, you were so rattled up, upset that she wasn't there. Then when she gets out you fight more to make up for lost time." Zeo put in quietly, not wishing to hear the other snap at him.

"It's true what they say, when two people argue, it only proves that they truly care about each other..."

"Don't toy with me Kon! I don't need to hear it!" Johnny fought back, growling at everyone, while Robert shook his head.

"Honestly, Scots are so uncivilised. Hard to believe our countries exist in the same continent. We're practically neighbours. How degrading." he muttered to himself.

"Take it easy Johnny, no one needs that migraine this early, we have work to do this morning..." Ozuma reasoned, before hearing snickering form behind him.

"That's right, you guys are in for a Hell of a day, so I suggest you all straighten up and get ready. Today will be fun...for us at least."

All of them turned to glare at a burly blonde Russian gazing down at them in spite.

"Shove those comments up you ass Spencer, we're not in the mood to hear it today." Ray scowled.

"Oh, but today will be fun. And I cannot wait to see what you boys think of your daily duties. Then again you might be more interested in to where we place your little girlfriends...or what we make them do." he hissed.

This made all of them seethe with hate. So far none of the female prisoners they knew had to go through any torment from the Russian soldiers, but the taunts always got to them. They cared for them, due to the girls not being able to fight back like them.

There were stories they overheard when visiting soldiers from other units bragged to the compound officers of picking up poor innocent prisoners trying to run to safety and what they called 'having a good time' with them. The thought of that with them made the boys cringe in disgust. Especially when it came to the girls whom some of them had grown fond of, such as Lee liking Daisy, and it made them mad to think of the defenceless loves being passed around like worthless garbage.

"Want to entertain yourself Spencer? Come spend a day here, then we'd see how tough you are." Max spat.

"Go to Hell!" Lee growled, as the rest grumbled over their own threats

"That's enough. Okay you lot, line up while the gates open then march into the compound." Spencerbarked.

The large gates creaked open, and the boys watched as Spencer directed them to march out into the centre area. As they did, Ray glanced over to the opposite side, awaiting the other gates to open and see the girls being paroled for role call as well, thinking deeply.

'I hope they are having a better start to the day than us. We all have to live through this, because I don't know how much longer I can last if I loose anymore friends.'


In another bungalow on the other side of camp, more noises could be heard of scrabbling and fussing in the early morning clatter. A girl with short brown hair and ruby eyes ran herself ragged pulling on tattered garments, before looking to see her friends still asleep.

"Come on, you lazy cows! Get up, we're so late! It'll be the dungeons for all of us if we don't move it!"

"Hilary!" one of them pouted sitting up. "Why didn't you get us up before you started dressing?! You can't expect us to be ready in a flash..."

"Trust me, you will once you realise that the sirens are going off as you speak."

Jumping up, the girl revealed herself to be lean with pink hair and golden eyes. Her feline features were a cute trait, though she could be threatening if provoked. Now there other bunkmate was hearing her screeching.

"Miriam! Get up, hurry, role call!" she screamed, while putting on her clothes.

The said girl shook herself up showing her long blue hair in a high ponytail with red band around her forehead. Her sparkling green eyes lit up as she fumbled up, suddenly paying attention to the empty space in the corner, recalling something.

"Hilary, Mariah, is today..."

"Yes, Sky's getting out. Her times up, for this offence at least." the brunette confirmed.

"Maybe this time we should persuade her to take it easy before making her next move. She's barely seen daylight the last few months for her punishments." Mariah sighed tying a ribbon in her hair.

"You know her, she refuses to quit. The harder they push her, the more stubborn she is. She has determination, no doubt the strongest person in here. She was the first of us here, and was even then fighting for freedom." the green eyed teen reasoned.

"Yeah, but she fights for all of us, not just herself. She refuses to go without the gang, if it's not for us she would be out by now." the Chinese girl grimaced slightly with guilt.

"Well, we'll see what we can do. Right now, we better move it fast!" Hilary yelled as they left the cabin and made their way to the gates. As they rushed they heard more feet pounding the ground looking up to see some figures in front of them also speeding for call.

"Hey! Guys wait up!" Miriam shouted, causing two figures to halt and look back. As they got closer, they saw their friends looking back with exhaustion, seemingly hurrying too. One was smiling gently and waving, gold and amber curls in two pigtails the rest falling below the shoulder, violet eyes kind and inviting. The other gave a cheekier grin, turquoise locks in a wild tangle down her back, glinting honey orbs held mischief and arrogance, only for one person though.

"Hi, looks like we're not the only ones a little late huh?" Mariah chorused, however saw a look of sadness from the other two.

"Daisy? Rioko? Talk to us, what's wrong?" Hilary questioned.

"They...took her last night...while we were asleep...didn't hear a thing...probably getting loaded for the city this morning..." the purple eyed girl whimpered holding back tears. The others were confused, looking at the other for answers.

"The fucking officers skulked into our hut last night, we woke up this morning to find...Emily's gone! She's being deported to the city this morning." she hissed, feeling betrayed, as the girls reassured them.

"Take it easy." Mariah soothed, calming Daisy while Miriam and Hilary talked to Rioko. "We have to be strong, keep going...speaking of which, let's move it before we're next for deporting."

They all rushed to the guarded area at the front of the lot. Once they arrived, they saw another threesome already there. One had aqua eyes and wavy azure hair in a loose bun, very sophisticated. Another had bobbed and tousled hazel locks with sparked grey orbs. The final girl hair her short silver hair plaited with amethyst gems, which twinkled a bit.

"Man, you guys must have been early. Hard to believe anyone could be a live at this hour." Rioko smirked.

"It ain't easy, but we manage, besides, better getting a day over with in this festering Hellhole..." the tomboy spoke.

"Tammy! That is quite despicable language for so early in the morning." the teen with blue hair commented.

"Aw come on Bon..."

"It's Bonnie, I hate 'Bon'. I'd rather here my given name thank you very much."

"Who names a kid Bonnie? Anyway, what would you call it, this certainly is not a country club is it? So stop with the high and mighty, please!"

"Don't argue, it's best we try to be united, otherwise we'll never live though this." the other girl plead to make peace, thankfully succeeding.

"Honestly, I don't know how you put up with them at times Jessie. It must be so annoying to listen to them all the time with their bickering." Hilary commented.

"Well, someone has to calm them. What more is to be said?" she grinned slightly.

They all spoke happily before being interrupted but a certain annoying midget with indigo hair and burning brown eyes appeared through the gates.

"Good morning ladies, now if you would get ready we'll go through for role call, and see where you're all assigned for the day..."

"We can survive as long as we don't have to be near your perverted little hands Ian!" Miriam snapped.

"My, aren't we temperamental today?" he sniggered, in taunting but attempting to slap Daisy on the rear, but smacked his hand away. Despite being timid, she wouldn't stand for it, as truthfully, her heart was spoken for.

"Don't touch me!"

"Spoil sport."

"Try anything with her, pipsqueak, and I'll rearrange you face with my fist!" Tammy threatened.

"Just let us through, I can't stick anymore of you today short stuff!" Mariah spat.

Giving in, but still grinning slyly, the Russian opened the gates and all owed them to pass. Lining up, they marched in to see the boys already assembled, and took position next to them. Small smiles and whispers were exchanged, but not much before the steel barriers creaked open from the front. All prisoners held their breath, as a gruesome figure began strutting into the compound, red eyes evil and menacing in his mask. To think, it was merely the beginning of the day.