Considered Good or Evil?

"It has started to commence"

"Already...? But it's far too soon"

"We cannot stop what has to come; but we can attempt to accomplish what must be achieved"

"What happens if he intervenes?"

"We must avoid him to ever meddle with this; even if he is her former guardian"

"I pretty much doubt that he'd allow us to stop him from meddling with this when she's involved"

"He'll just have to accept the fact; he's no longer able to protect her"

"He won't back down so easily"

"Knowing him; it'll be difficult because of his stubbornness"

"Wouldn't he be extremely pissed that we're the ones to be guarding her and not him?"

Angel sat; frozen in fear, as she stared into the penetrating eyes, which only carved a deeper trepidation inside her. Her heart hammered against her rib cage; each one increase in tempo, as the eyes looked as if they were getting more and more deadly. She felt like she was being hunted down; like she was the prey, whilst whoever, or whatever it was, was the predator.

Every inch of her being was dripping with apprehension; her eyes were dreadfully showing it within them. She couldn't move nor did she dare to. Her body trembled; she tried to keep it in control, but it was impossible, it was too overwhelming. She had digested the situation that she was in; one that she thought to be terrible.

The creature came out of the shadows revealing a male of 18 years. His hair was black and red which was flat; but spiked at the ends. He wore a black sleeveless top; which was had a V neckline. His muscles dared to tear at the shirt; making it really tight against his body, but his muscles and abs were seen through his shirt, because of the tightness. He wore black jeans which hugged his legs; showing the muscles, which were bulging against the material.

His eyes had no pupils; they were just pitch black, like a demon's. Angel's eyes stayed locked with his; she couldn't pull away, and she couldn't avert her gaze. She looked closer at his eyes; even though it was unintentional, but she fount that his eyes weren't black; they were a very dark sinister, deadly blue. His eyes flooded her mind; there was something about them, they were so dreadfully familiar.

Thunder rolled in; cracking through the sky, announcing its presence and arrival. The leaves and branches on the trees began to shake furiously as the wind began to get harsher. The grass swished to the side; as if something was pressing down on the grass. The sky began to darken as the clouds were replaced with dark ones; causing the earth to be cloaked within the dark; apart from the lightning that would strike and flash through the sky. Despite the darkness of the clouds; no rain came pouring down, as it normally does.

Brooklyn; who was previously lying down, propped himself onto his hands, and looked at the sky confused and shocked that the atmosphere and weather had changed within the matter of seconds. His aqua blue eyes held bewilderment in them as he watched the lightning strike through the sky; and the thunder roaring through the air. His hair was being blown furiously from the wind; which had become brutal.

His loose clothing was being moved by the wind. His hands still were flat on the ground; however, he wasn't moving an inch, as his mind was rambling through the sudden change. He blinked; curiosity had gotten the better of him, well more like gotten a hold of him. It was no wonder the birds had flown away about two minutes before the weather had changed.

"-ooklyn; Brooklyn, oi, Brooklyn"

Brooklyn snapped out of his trance and turned around; wondering who was calling him, and why, whoever it was, had come out when the weather was this bad. Silver hair tied into a pony tail; a green sleeveless tight top; black trousers that were tight around his legs, orange gloves that reached about half way up his triceps. Brooklyn sighed in annoyance only to find it was Garland.

"Brooklyn; what are you doing outside in this weather?" Garland asked since he knew that he had Brooklyn's attention; part attention, since he looked back to the sky again.

"No need to worry Garland; it shows no signs of raining yet" Brooklyn told him as he closed his eyes; as if to sleep, or just stating he wasn't bothered.

Garland looked to the orange haired teen wondering why he was so distant towards everyone. It was strange that someone that was kind as him; but taunting, was actually distant to others, he fount it... strange. Garland had always idolised Brooklyn's abilities; even if Brooklyn was oblivious to the fact, but Garland had always wanted to defeat him in beyblading, this is what Brooklyn had seen.

Garland looked to Brooklyn; whom was looking at the sky, not really paying attention to him whatsoever. Garland folded his arms across his chest; he looked to the sky to try and find what Brooklyn thought was so interesting. No matter how much Garland looks; he couldn't even get the slightest bit of information to find out what attracted Brooklyn's attention.

"Anyways Brooklyn; come on inside, just in case that it does rain" Garland told him before walking back to the BEGA building.

Brooklyn closed his eyes as he deeply sighed. He turned around and watched Garland walk inside the building. He held an expression on his face; finding that going back inside was a problem for him. He scratched his right hand through his hair with the expression that he really didn't want to. He got up groaning with the idea before walking back to the building; that was connected to the little garden.

Tyson's blade shot back to his hand; his mind was cast adrift from the battle, causing him to lose the battle altogether. Everyone around him gasped from it; they hadn't expected Tyson to lose the battle against Lee, from the White Tiger X. Even Lee himself wasn't expecting that; but inside he was rejoicing that he beat him, but it wasn't to the best of Tyson's ability.

"Tyson; do you have any idea how much you sucked in that battle?" Rick stated to him.

"I have to agree with Rick; Tyson. You've never been so rubbish in a beybattle before, what on earth happened to your concentration?" Max asked him.

Tyson looked to his beyblade; not knowing exactly what to tell his friends. His brown eyes held many questions; everything to do with that the hell was this uneasy feeling he was feeling. Dragoon was in his bit holder; the place where he was all the time. Dragoon was Tyson's loyal companion; friend and partner, he could always count on Dragoon.

"Tyson...!" Hilary exclaimed wonderingly with worry.

The others looked at him; similar to the way Hilary was looking at him. Something was indeed wrong with him; and this 'something' was worrying the rest of the group. Nothing had ever stopped his mind from drifting that much from a beybattle. Tyson still looked to his blade; not saying anything to the others, still wondering why he was having a gut feeling instinct that something was terribly wrong.

Dark clouds rolled in; shutting off the light of the sun, and the lovely clear blue sky. Thunder roared through the atmosphere; capturing all but Tyson's attention. When the lightning struck through the darkness was when Tyson was snapped back to reality. He looked to the sky; noticing that the weather had changed so drastically. He clutched his blade tight in his hand; as if providing comfort to it.

The wind had begun to pick up viciously; Tyson had to hold his cap on his head to stop it from blowing away. The others packed away their stuff; knowing that they'd better had return for shelter before the weather began to get any more worse than it already was. Tyson was the only one to have stayed put; his brown eyes focusing on the overtaken sky with seriousness. The change in weather caused Tyson to become more cautious; but he didn't know what to be cautious about. He just felt the need to be.

"Tyson; come one!" Ray shouted above the noise of the thunder.

Ray grabbed his left arm whilst Max grabbed his right arm; dragging him along with them. Tyson hadn't a clue who had grabbed him; or the fact he was moving, his mind was too focused on the weather and the feeling that was tearing his mind away from reality. None of his friends had been any more worried for him than they are now.

"Where the fuck is Yami?" Kage shouted at the four other males.

They sat in silence; not knowing what to say, even though they actually didn't know where Yami is in the first place. Marik; Ty, Leon and Lucifer had seen how angry and worried Kage was; they didn't know that Kage can be as intimidating as their leader could be; it was one of the reasons why Yami assigned him to be proxy leader.

Marik sat on a chair with his legs slightly apart; his black trousers suited with the dark blue t-shirt he had one. The sleeves were short' coming down to a half of his biceps; where is muscles pulled at the sleeves, daring to rip the material apart. An arm was resting on the back of the back support; making him self look cool, but this time looking cool isn't worth it when one of the two leaders was absolutely pissed.

Leon sat on the floor; leaning against the wall with his legs outstretched in front of him. His arms behind his head; showing that he wasn't really interested, but he was listening. He wore a dark red jacket with no top on underneath showing off his abs and muscles. He wore faded blue jeans.

Lucifer leaned against the wall; arms folded across his chest. His muscles were contracted as they pulled at the white material of his short sleeveless top. His faded black jeans hugged his legs; showing the outline of the muscular legs they were hiding.

Ty was sitting in the sit backwards; his arms resting on the back support. His legs were on either side of the chair. His black light blue shirt was being pulled slightly by his bulging muscles. His trousers were red; showing off the outline of his muscular legs.

Kage was wearing black jeans with a dark blue top which both were being pulled by his muscles of his arms and legs. His features were set in absolute rage and furry. He paced back and forwards; knowing that his four companions weren't going to say a thing, since they didn't know. He wasn't angry with the four; but he was angry with is brother, who had suddenly disappeared.

Kitty: I think I've done for the day *Stretches from being stiff*

Brooke: Thank you Kitty *Hugs her*

Kitty: Hyper girl *Hugs back*

Brooke: *Smirks*

Garland: Hey girls; I hope you don't mind me coming in to this review thing

Kitty and Brooke: Of course we do *Shoves custard pie in his face*

Garland: -_- Thanks

Brooke: You are most defiantly welcome

Kitty: That's it for this chapter everyone

Kitty and Brooke: See you next time

Brooke: I wonder where Angel is *Looks around*

Kitty: Hiding in a corner; escaping the psycho man

Brooke: Maybe