Disclaimer: i do not own Beyblade or The War of The Worlds

and i do NOT make money from it

Copyright: I do not own this story.

It is an adaptation of the famous book from H.G. Wells The War of The Worlds.

I do not know who now owns the story as I'm sure the Author is well dead by now.

I Do hereby own THIS version of the story which will follow the story closely and also includes the Bladebreakers.

The War of the Worlds

The Eve of the War

There were a dozen dead bodies in the road, their outlines softened by the black dust.

All was still, houses locked and empty, Shops closed but looters had helped themselves to wine and food, probably where the Artillery man took the Champagne and glasses.

Outside the Jewelries some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement.

"Talk about city of the dead" Tyson commented.

Suddenly a roar from a tripod

"I hope that was far" Max commented.

"NO" Kai commented

"It was close, but weak"

"huh?" Ray was puzzled.

"Weak?

Maybe our...our Blades will have an effect" Ray suggested

"Don't be stupid" The Russian said back to Ray

They stopped, staring towards the sound, it seemed that mighty desert of houses had found a voice for its self

"Should we investigate?" Kenny asked feeling brave.

Kai nodded and they ran towards the sound.

The roar again, still weak.

"Could it be?" Kai thought

"UUURYAAAA!" the roar sounded again.

The desolating cry worked upon their minds, the wain took possession, they were weary so they stopped running, foot sore, thirsty and hungry.

"why are we wondering alone in this city of the dead?" Kenny asked.

Why were they alive whilst Osaka lay in its black shroud and dead?

"Man, I feel really lonely" Tyson said kicking a stone

"Its creepy" The American teen said

"Yup" Ray agreed.

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Drifting from empty street to empty street, they were being drawn to the cry like Sailors to the Sirens in the Greek myths.

"UUUUUUUUURRRRYYYAAAAAAAAA!" that sound sent shivers down their spines but they kept walking.

They saw over the trees on a hill a fighting machine from where the wailing was coming from.

"Could it be?" Kai said aloud, more sure of his suspicion.

"What Kai?" Ray asked

"Their dying"

"Dying?

How?" Max asked

"No clue"

They crossed a canal, there stood a second machine, upright but as still as the first.

"UUUUUUURRRYAAAA..."

"there getting quieter" Kenny said pointing out the obvious.

Abruptly the sound stopped.

Suddenly the desolation and solitude became to much for Tyson.

When that voice sounded Osaka had still seemed alive, now their was a change, a passing of something.

"Tyson...you ok?" Kai asked

"Yeah Kai, fine" he said.

All that remained...was silence.

They looked up and saw a third machine, it was standing fully and also motionless.

Like the others.

A thought became to much for Tyson so he started running.

"TYSON!" They cried

he turned back

a breeze blew.

"I'm sick of this, sick of it ALL, its to QUIET!" his voice echoed.

"ITS TO LONELY"

He would give himself to the Martians...here and now.

They stood silent for a second.

Max went to join Tyson

"Yeah, why should we live but everyone else die?"

Ray, Kai and Kenny followed.

Everyone joined him agreeing, they saw black birds circling, clustering above the hood.

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They began running along the road, they felt no fear...adrenaline pumped through their veins.

As they ran up the hill towards the motionless monster, out of the hood hung red shreds which the hungry birds now pecked and tore at.

They scrambled up the crest of Primrose hill, the Martians camp was below them.

Mighty space wads, and scattered about it in the overturned Machines were the Martians.

Dead.

Slain after all man's devices had failed by the most harmless things on earth.

Bacteria, minute, invisible bacteria.

"There dead...all dead" Kenny said.

"wow, wonder how?" Kai was surprised.

"hmmm" Kenny thought.

"BACTERIA!"

"What?" Max stammered

"things that are harmless to us but not to Martians, our bodies are used to it but they wouldn't be"

"Of course" Kai said.

Directly the Invaders arrived and drank, our microscopic allies attacked, from that moment...they were doomed.

"so me wearing dirty boxers helped save the world?" Tyson asked

Everyone sweat dropped and sighed.

"I don't think wearing dirty Boxers saved the World" Max said chuckling.

Ray was just pure disgusted but laughed.

"They were clean on the day they attacked" he pointed out

Everyone started laughing, cheering and hugging each other as they were so happy.

"as soon as I get home and if its still standing I'm going to have a nice hot bath"

Tyson said lying on the ground.

The Clouds opened up letting a ray of sunshine to hit the hill.

"ditto" Ray said

"Yeah" Max agreed.

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ONE WEEK LATER

The torment was ended.

The people scattered over the Country returned home.

People who had left by sea including Hilary would return.

The pulse of life was growing stronger and stronger...would beat again.

The Bladebreakers stayed at Osaka until Hilary arrived, they were helping to rebuild.

"GUYS!" she screamed.

They put down the wood they were carrying.

They rushed over to see her

"boy are you lot a sight for sore eyes, so dirty and and have you washed?"

they looked embarrassed

"so no hug?" Tyson asked

"of course" she hugged them happily.

"we've been to busy helping" Ray explained

"but don't worry, we'll be clean again soon"

Hilary wiped a smudge of Max's nose with a tissue.

He laughed.

"we'll tell you all about it" Tyson said

"Back to work slackers" Kai called

even he was smiling

"Kai's a foreman now?"

"yes they made him a foreman...can you believe it?" Ray joked.

As life slowly returns to normal, another attack from Mars causes Universal concern.

Is our Planet safe?

Or is this time of peace nearly a break, a chance for life?

It maybe across the immensity of Space, they have learned their lessons and even now await their opportunity.

Perhaps our future doesn't belong to us, but to the Martians.

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Beywriter: finally, the last chapter of another fic

Ray: well Beywriter is back, your never gonna take him down!

Tyson: well we can thank Ray for that

Beywriter: Yeah, we were talking about it and arguing until Ray said

Ray: I said "So what if no one is reviewing?

If you like doing it...you do it and maybe you'll get reviewers again!"

Beywriter: thanks Ray, the actual Martian cry was UUULAAA but I changed it a little.

Max: we hoped you enjoyed reading this Fan fiction so please review as it would make us happy.

Kai: A HUGE thank you to H.G. Wells and Jeff Wayne, without there hard work this Fic wouldn't exist...or maybe?

Max: So this fic is dedicated to the memory of Herbert George Wells (September 21, 1866 – August 13, 1946) and Richard Burton (The Journalist) (November 10, 1925 – August 5, 1984).

Kenny: and now for an extra scene, this is a scenario of the start of another invasion.

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The Bladebreakers were watching a live broadcast of a Mars lander.

"Looking good, going good" the NASA man said

"were getting good pictures at NASA control Pasadena" he said again.

The Bladebreakers watched and wowed the landscape.

They weren't that shocked of the previous attack on humanity

"Mars is a dump!" Tyson said.

"SSSHH!" Hilary said

Tyson stared at her, evilly.

"the landing craft touched down on Mars just 28 kilometers from the aim point, were looking at a remarkable landscape.

Littered with different kinds of Rocks, red, purple.

How about that Bermuda?"

"Fantastic" another voice answered.

"look at the dunes here!"

Suddenly the signal went to static.

"wait, I'm getting a no go signal" the man from NASA said.

"I'm loosing one of the craft."

"Hey Bermuda, you got anything?"

"no lost contact" he said from Bermuda.

"there's a lot of dust blowing up there...perhaps a storm."

"I lost the second craft" NASA man said.

"we gotta problem"

"all contact lost Pasadena.

Maybe the Antennas..."

"whats that flare?

See it?

A green flare coming from Mars.

Kind of a green mist behind it.

Its getting closer.

Do you see it Bermuda?"

"..."

"Come in Bermuda"

"..."

"Houston come in?"

"..."

"Whats going on?"

The Tv was the man flipping through Radio frequencies.

"Tracking station Canberra.

Come in Canberra"

"..."

"Tracking station 63, can you hear me Madrid?"

"..."

"Tracking station 42, Tokyo are you reading me?"

"Can anybody hear me?

Come in, COME IN..."

The Tv went blank, all power was lost.

Even Dizzi shut down.

"not again" Ray groaned.