Unique

Disclaimer: I do not own the ideas for the character from the Beyblade series, or the characters themselves. But I own my own characters and the plot

Talk "…"

Thought {…..}

Flash back ()()()……()()()

Dream (((((……..)))))

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Riley walked slowly out into the living room, pushing bodies away from her feet.

A familiar body on the floor made her stop and stare. Oliver was passed out on the carpet, his green hair in a mess and a pleased looking grin across his face.

"No, please don't leave me here, we were just getting started. GIRLS"

Riley rolled her eyes and kicked Oliver. The green's eyes shoot open and he moaned, grabbing his side.

"Oh shit, Riley what was that for."

Riley just looked at him.

"Girls."

She muttered walking away.

Oliver stumbled to his feet, his eyes darting around, definitely confused by his surrounding.

"Did I pass out?"

Oliver asked, rubbing the back of his head lightly, looking absently around at the other bodies around his own feet.

Riley just nodded, walking out through the glass doors to the backyard.

"Sweet!"

Oliver beamed, following closely behind.

Riley stumbled over a pair of legs by the pool that she didn't see. She cursed and sent a glare down at the sleeping body. Her face instantly went into a nasty smirk.

Riley walked over to a beer tub and grabbed a bottle, she opened it and walked back over to the body, pouring the brew all over Salima's head.

Riley dusted off her hands and smirked as Salima just moaned and rolled onto her side.

Oliver just looked at Riley, who walked off down the side of the house back to the car. He shrugged and walked after her, sparing one last glance at the house.

In the car

Riley glanced over at Oliver, who was drumming his fingers away, alone to the music.

He was amazing! Probably because he partied nearly every night, hangovers didn't affect him or probably didn't even come.

Riley looked away just as her foster parents crappy house came into view, a black shinny car out the front making her groan and sink into her seat.

"You ok?"

Oliver asked as he stopped the car out the front.

"We'll see later."

Riley grumbled, sliding out of the car.

"Bye Riley."

Oliver waved as he drove off. Riley just watched him go, no reply or movement.

Slowly she turned around towards the house, looking darkly at the black car, which belonged to her foster Mum's Dad.

Quickly, Riley walked up to the front door, pulling it open and walking in.

The living room was now tidy and spotless, the corridor was clean and probably the whole house was now, all thanks to Grandad's charity.

The one thing Riley knew about her foster family, was that her foster Mum's Dad, felt guilty about not being with her during her childhood, cause he was cheating and running off with sluts.

So every couple of years, he came around with his goons and tidied up the place, adding new furniture and shit.

Riley slowly walked past the kitchen, but was stopped as a set of arms roughly pulled her in. Her eyes set firmly against the hate filled glare of a pair of steal coloured.

"Dad don't, she probably has a reason."

The added sweet voice from her foster Mum interjected. The steal coloured eyes darted sideward looking at his daughter. Which Riley noticed, for once was dressed in a full set of clothes.

"I hope so."

The man growled, letting go of his rough hold on Riley. Bruises from where his hands had been could be felt starting to form on her arms, but she ignored it.

"What's your excuse for not being here last night?!?"

The man growled. His brown hair was slicked back and he was wearing a black tight fitting top, which hugged his well-built frame.

"Tell me!"

Jarred, (which is his real name), advanced forward again, grabbing Riley's upper arms roughly again.

"TELL ME!"

He shouted, shaking her.

"Why the hell should I tell you!?!"

Riley snapped back.

"Because we were worried."

Her foster Mother said softly, trying to sound caring. The real reason was that Jarred probably wanted a beating toy and Riley wasn't around.

"Tell your parents why you weren't here."

Jarred growled.

"THEY'RE NOT MY REAL PARENTS SO WHY IN THE HELL SHOULD I TELL THEM!?!?!"

Riley shouted, pulling free from Jarred's hold. Her body shook with rage, the green rings in her eyes blazing brightly.

A shocked, but mad look appeared on his face. His eyes glazed over and the muscles in his face started to twitch.

"How dare you speak that way to the people that took you in."

He blared, advancing forward.

"I shall say what I want."

Riley screamed back.

She hated this guy with all her heart! She hated this family! SHE HATED HER LIFE!!!

Riley was brought viciously out of her fuming by a hard backhand across her cheek, which sent her headfirst into the wall.

She cried out in pain as her head connected with the hard concrete. Blood slowly seeped from the wound on the back of her head, oozing down her neck and gathering in her top.

Riley pulled herself back to her feet. Her fists were clenched tightly together, the adrenalin pumping through her veins blocked out the pain.

"NO!"

The other women in the room shrieked.

"Get lost daughter! She deserves to be taught a lesson."

Jarred snapped. Her foster Mum sent Riley a look of sorriness as she fled the room, running out the front door.

Riley hissed, just great now she was by herself with this mad man.

Jarred advanced forward grabbing Riley around the head, belting it into the wall. Blood ran quickly down the left side of her face, stinging her eye.

Riley struggled, punching the guy in the stomach to no avail. He was build solid. But she wouldn't go down easily with out a fight.

He let her go after a couple more blows. Riley just dropped to the floor, the red blood smudged down the wall as she slid.

"Say you're sorry."

He growled through clenched teeth. Picking her up again, punching her in the stomach.

Riley coughed; blood slowly trickled down the side of her mouth as she looked at him.

"Never."

She replied, her voice no more then a whisper.

Jarred growled in frustration and punched Riley in the face, letting her go.

Riley slid back down the wall onto the floor; the fluorescent rings in her eyes dull and fading. A drop of blood that was collected in her eye fell, running down her check like a tear, a blood tear.

"Look at you, no one wants you! Nobody cares about you! Even your worthless family abandoned you! What are you!?! Your nothing!"

Jarred's words seemed to slice Riley up from the inside, every blow invisible, but it was felt.

"Worthless bitch, I told my daughter not to bring you in, but no she just had to. She felt pity for the girl that you used to be and still is. That useless, worthless, SLUT!"

Riley suddenly felt hollow, like the world had just consumed her in total blackness.

She stared up at Jarred, her mind kept screaming that he was right, she was worthless, nobody cared for her. The rings in her eyes died, turning into a brown void of nothingness.

Then an image of her Mum and Dad flashed through her mind.

"I'm not useless, I am cared about, I'm not a SLUT!!"

Riley burst, looking sharply up, cutting Jarred of through mid-sentence, the rings in her eyes flashed back to life. She slowly but surely, to the shock of Jarred, pulled herself to her feet. She stood wobbly but tall, glaring at the man in front of her.

Jarred regained himself and a sneer crossed his face.

"Ha, that's what you think wrench."

"I'M NOT A WRENCH YOU BASTARD!!"

Riley shouted. The look that appeared in Jarred's eyes told her she had just crossed the line. The look of murder, shone bright in his eyes, it was no hidden truth that Jarred was a pimp and he did some pretty dodgy work.

Riley looked at him as he came closer, pulling a knife out of his pocket.

"I think that it's time you begged for your life."

He hissed, switching the knife into a position. She knew she had done it, he had no look of sanity in his steal eyes left.

Riley, before he could lounge forward, moved and dashed out of the kitchen and down the corridor.

She burst through the front door and ran as fast as she could manage down the street. Jarred ran after her, shouting stuff that never reached her ears, as she could only hear her heart beat.

Riley stumbled as she pushed on, even though Jarred had given up and gone back.

But Riley couldn't go back, she couldn't go back now, she could never go back. But she knew she had to some day, she could never keep running, she never ran away, she stood a fought, but she didn't feel like it now, she felt like dieing, she felt like leaving this hate filled world. The world that laughed and liked to cast her down, when it had the chance, when her walls weren't up, when she was weak. She usually was never weak, never had her walls been down, but something was changing all this and she didn't like it, she was confused, hurt, angry, furious, wanting to escaping……..

Riley stumbled as she walked along the footpath, fresh blood was still slowly leaking from her forehead, her bruises were as bright as the day on her pale skin, but the ones over her tattoos couldn't be seen.

Her head was throbbing and she was starting to feel light headed.

"Riley?"

A concerned voice yelled.

Riley turned around, just to catch a glimpse of brown before her eyes seemed to switch off and her head drift. She just remembered falling into someone's arms, before she blacked out.

((((((The sound of small feet running across cement echoed through out the building. Nothing could be seen, just the pitch-blackness, only the silver moon outside in the winter weather gave the fragile and broken light.

The sound of heavy breathing could now be heard, also the sound of a handle that was locked trying to be opened.

The sound of a switch being flicked was quickly followed by blinding white light filling the room, a small girl dressed in brown rags clung to the front door, still fiddling with the handle, her six-year-old brown eyes filled with tears.

She viciously wiped away the tears that ran down her face, as she screamed at the door to let her out.

"What are you doing!?!"

A voice boomed, the Russian fluent and flawless.

The little girl spun around, her jagged short cut black hair fell into her eyes, the two front white bangs shorter then the rest.

"I-I-I…."

She stammered. Her Russian fluent as well.

The girls worried eyes darting around trying to avoid the hard glare from the older and larger women, standing at the room's entrance.

"Why aren't you asleep in your dorm?!?"

The lady boomed.

"I don't want to be here any more!"

The little girl wailed, dropping to the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees and staring up at the lady.

"Where are you going to go!?!"

"I don't know."

The lady laughed, it was shrill and high.

"Nobody wants you, that's why you are here, nobody cares for a runt like you."

The lady spat, stepping closer.

The little girl dropped her head and cried into her knees.

"Someone would want me."

"No they wouldn't, that's why you are here."

The women pulled the girl roughly by the upper arm to her feet. Her body sloped as she sobbed, many pairs of eyes from all ages, very young to teenagers watched from behind the small cracks of the worn, old, corridor doors.

The women pulled the girl by the arm down the corridor, finally reaching one of the many doors she stopped. Flinging it open she tossed the girl in. Her body skidded across the floor into a heap in the middle.

The lady switched the light on, revealing rows of army style beds along the walls, twenty or more. All having the same brown potato sack material blanket and hay stuffed pillowcase, lumps that were other orphans lay under each cover. Their eyes closed, pretending to sleep.

"See my orphan, this is where you belong. Here, with the rest of the outcasts, you will have to face it one day that you're not wanted, needed, you're worthless. So all of you hear this, there is no point in escaping they'll just send you back, they don't want you, neither do I, but this is the only place that will keep you, so live with it."

The lady turned around and switched the light off, slamming the door closed behind her.

The girl curled up into a tiny ball on the floor and wept, her sobs softly heard through out the room.

The bodies in the beds moved and sat up, one closest to the girl got out of their spot, moving over to her side. They layed a soft, comforting hand on the girls shoulder.

"Hey."

The girl didn't respond, ignoring the silver eyes that shone down at her.

"Riley."

The little girl's head lifted slightly to see the kind face of the boy above her.

"Come here."

He said, opening his arms. Riley climbed up, locking her arms around his neck.

The boy stood up, lifting Riley easily off the ground. His ten-year-old body walked with her in his arms over to his bed. Softly he layed her down, she rolled over and buried her head in the pillow weeping away.

He climbed in and layed next to her, cupping her body against his for heat.

"Mikhail."

"Hmm."

The boy replied, opening his eyes to look into Riley's.

"Are we really not wanted?"

"Maybe."

He replied. His voice saddened and the shine dull in his eyes. Riley instantly knew she was right, they weren't wanted.)))))

Blinding white light flooded into her eyes as she slowly opened them, her surroundings blurred and disoriented. All she could hear was a machine slowly beeping away and the sound of liquid dripping. Soon the white light was replaced with objects.

She could see a door where nurses and patients ran hurriedly by. At the end of her bed stood a doctor in a white coat, he held a clipboard in his hands. His eyes were busily running down the page, scribbling notes as he went.

Riley slowly moved her eyes to the left where Eric sat in the only chair in the room, his eyes closed. Tyomi was balled up on his lap fast asleep, behind them stood Robert; his eyes fixed on both of them.

"Ah, Ms. Kale you're finally awake."

Eric's eyes snapped open and Robert turned his head, a relieved smile on both of their faces.

Eric stood up, lifting Tyomi in his arms and placing her back on the chair.

"Ms. Kale, may I ask how you are feeling?"

Riley slowly moved her attention to the doctor. Her body was aching and sore, but inside felt the worst, she felt torn, broken, hollow, something that could not be named.

Riley's faced stayed solemn, her eyes dull and cold. She just looked at him, staring as if she wanted him to leave, or die.

"Ms. Kale please, I need to see if everything is working. You were very lucky not to obtain serious brain damage."

Riley's head seized with pain, it felt like pressure was being pumped into her skull. She cringed and grabbed her head, realising that a thick bandage was wrapped around her forehead.

"You will experience a great deal of pain, you were badly knocked about. The pain killers should take most of the pain away, now that you are awake shall I contact your parents."

"No!"

Riley shot, her eyes darting up to him.

"But…"

"Doctor, I'll contact her parents and tell them, I think it's better if I do it."

Robert spoke up, sending a glance to Riley telling her that he wasn't going to.

"Fine, well rest Ms. Kale, you need to. Don't put to much strain on her now."

The doctor said, sending a serious look to her friends.

They nodded and watched as the doctor left.

"Riley are you ok?"

Eric asked, sitting next to her on the bed.

Riley just looked at him. Oh how she wanted to just die, life wasn't worth it any more.

"Fine."

Riley replied softly, dropping her head and staring at her hands. Her mind going off, flashes of her past passing through her head, horrible, sad memories.

She closed her eyes and layed back, opening them to stare at the white ceiling.

"I've told ya parents that you are staying at Tyomi's for the holidays. Tyomi went and packed a bag with your stuff, it's over at her house, I must say that your parents didn't object, they were like whatever."

Eric stated, his face sad and long from lac of sleep.

Riley just layed there soaking in what he was saying. An image of Jarred flashed through her head, his voice echoed in her head, 'worthless' he repeated over and over again.

Riley just remembered Eric saying 'luckily I saw you walking in town….' before she blacked out again.

(Preview)

There was a thick layer of snow outside, the air was chilly, but the children were out playing. Snow fights lined the street as the orphans ditched snowballs at each other.

"Mikhail, Mikhail!"

The girl yelled playfully, the cold air visualising her breath in front of her. Her tiny nose was red along with her smooth cheeks; the black tattoos standing more because of the cold.

Getting no response, she started to panic, her heartbeat increased.

"Mikhail!!"

so u like?????? well it gets deeper and deeper from now on...well a bit :P well review and i'll update XD koolies

x1nfernal: yeah i noe i will update my stories as soon as i have completed this one....which one do you want me to update first as soon as Unique is finished??? Harder to breathe or Can i ever forgive you??? i'm stuck on that can't decide....I'm nearly finished wrighting this story so it won't be long XD so hold on

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