Considered Good or Evil?
Standing right before them was a spacious natural preservative. Trees were bustling with life; birds fluttered about, and other animals gathered around the small lake, which was preserved near the centre of the hidden area. Further back from the natural environment was a building; it was covered with a greyish black coating, looking more like ash than an actual colour, if it were even possible. It looked abandoned enough; it also looked ready to crumble to the ground at any moment, but something was most defiantly wrong about it. The structure looked so weak like a newly born animal; but looking more closely at the house, it looked strong and sturdy, able to hold up to, possibly, twenty fully grown mortals. Compared to the bustling life in the natural preservative area; the house gave a distant feeling to the rest of the place, as it looked like it had been dead for over five generations.
Hera was visualising the place in flames; burning to the very core, as she would wait it out, seeing it all turn into ash before her very eyes. Brooke; on the other hand, was visualising Angel being probed, as if she were some sort of alien. She shook the visualisation from her mind; not wanting to have thoughts of anything gruesome. Hera took hold of Brooke's hand and squeezed it in a reassurance. Brooke squeezed back; indicating that she got the message, and was reassured by her comfort. During the time they've been together; which was only a couple of hours, they've both connected, thanks to both of their same ambitions. They separated their joined hands; but continued to stare at the lifeless home, destined to be torn away from the earth.
"It's now or never Brooke. Are you ready for this? Because if you're not-"
"I know what you're going to say; you're not going in alone, Hera. I'm ready for this; I have to be, for Angel's sake." Brooke intervened; breaking Hera off.
"Just don't push yourself too much Brooke. I'm sure she'll understand if you can't continue any further. Just go as far as you're capable of." Hera stated to her; earning a nod as a reply.
Not once had they looked to each other; their stares were upon the dead building, already seeming to be looking at them, like it had anticipated their arrival. With it looking and seeming to be dead; it surely gave a feeling it was also alive, since of the feeling that the house was watching them intensely. Brooke gulped at the sensation; already feeling nervous about it, not knowing if she could really do this or not. But the single thought of Angel's perish broke her out of the thought. Hera could sense Brooke's discomfort of the place and the nerves; as if they were weighing down on her shoulders like a burden that she'd have to carry for the rest of her life. Hera didn't want another burden on her shoulders; just like the time when she had lost one thing, she wasn't going to lose one, maybe two this time, so she hoped.
They took courage and proceeded forwards; ignoring the preservative around them, as they walked through, as if the place was trying to knock them off of their goals. However; the natural preservative's goal had failed, as the two girls continued to walk towards the house, which glowered above them, watching them step closer and closer to its domain. It glowered in defiance; not wanting them to be there. If it were possible for a house to have its own mind; it would have done something to get rid of them, it would have done just that, but since this one was a dead cell, merely waking up, it had no chance to do whatever it can to them when they hadn't entered its domain, yet. No matter what was to come at them; they only focused on getting to Angel and getting her out of there, before anything seriously happened.
Hera felt a disturbance the moment she stepped onto the dead grass; which paled the earth below her. The atmosphere shifted drastically; the former atmosphere from the natural preservative area was normal compared to the one that Hera had notified. Dead cell!? Was it really?! It seemed more alive than it actually being dead; feeding off of the negative energy that surrounded it, keeping itself alive, but not yet dead. It was waking up; absorbing in the negative energy, feeding off it to become more alive. The very air seemed deadly in itself; acting as if it had a mind of its own, whereas it could choke you without you even guessing that it was the very wind that had killed you.
Angel opened her eyes; feeling the presence of Brooke and Hera, whom she didn't know, but she felt as if she does know her somehow, a connection that she'd never had experienced before. She was drawn to Hera; already wanting to go to her, but cannot when she was tied down by the chains. Her eyes drifted the emotions away; showing her uncaring features once more. She shifted her gaze on Yami; who was sitting on one of the six chairs, awaiting the arrival of the other five men, for without them, the ritual wouldn't be able to begin. Yami wore his black sleeveless top and faded black jeans; which both clung tight against his body. His black and red hair spiked at the ends; but was flat against his head, as if water had gotten his hair wet.
Yami felt penetrating eyes bore at him. He returns the gaze back at her menacingly; a cocky smirk spread across his features. In truth he was mesmerised by her stunningly goddess like features; both body and beauty wise. The door opened; and in entered five gorgeous males, whom all looked to Yami, not giving Angel a single glance. They greeted each other with warm welcomes; they'd even noticed Yami's change in attitude, it was much calmer and peaceful than when they last seen him. Yes; they were puzzled at first, but when Yami set his eyes on Angel, it caused them to turn around, their eyes landing on hers. Then it all became clear to them; the reason why he was much calmer and peaceful.
"At least no more tracking needs to be done." Kage stated to Yami; whom closed his eyes and smirked.
"She's a pretty one isn't she?" Ty stated with a smirk visible on his features.
Lucifer was already by her side; he had her chin in his right hand, forcing her to stare up at him, but she avoided his gaze, by staring at something else. A smirk found its way on his features; actually amused that she had defiance, rebelliousness, and some ignorance in her. He liked that in a female; actually all six of them liked that in a female, as all of them were smirking because of it. Yami and Kage were being stubborn by hiding the fact that they were interested in her; and not for the reasons that they wanted her existence wiped out. Lucifer; Leon, Marik and Ty were showing that they were far impressed with the girl; much more interested in her than they had deemed to have thought previously. She had attracted attention that she most defiantly didn't approve of.
"Ah; Yami, couldn't we keep her? You know; not destroy her existence?" Lucifer begged his leader.
"So you want to live in pain and agony?" Yami asked of him.
"Well; no..." Lucifer stated but then silenced himself.
Angel was forced to look into Lucifer's eyes by the hand that cupped her chin. The emotionless deep sapphire eyes bore into his; having his smirk raise slightly, liking the female much more. Ty dropped down to her level; earning a gaze from the emotionless eyes, that continued on like an endless pit. He picked up a strand of her hair; feeling its silkiness within his touch, then letting it slowly fall out of his hands, and back to her side. Marik and Leon stood to a side watching the two of them with smirks on their faces. Yami and Kage were also pleased that they were having fun with their 'sacrifice'; but once the ritual was over and done with, they'll never be this happy again, Yami thought.
"Tyson!" Cecil called as she ran over; jumped on Tyson, arms hooked around his neck, but the jump almost knocked him off balance.
"Give it a break for once Cecil." Dia raised her voice; groaning at her.
Cecil gave her puppy eye look and a whimpering lip. Dia rolled her eyes at her for her childish demeanour; but caused Cecil to look like she was about to start crying. Ella knew that it was just an act; just to get Dia to think that she was truly going to cry. Ella let out a soft giggle; one that wasn't too loud to be heard by the others. Faye could tell that Cecil was up to no good again with her acts; but she too knew that it was fake, in so she muffled her laughter by slapping her own hand over her mouth. Dia failed to realise that this was all a part of Cecil's plan; but which wasn't working, because Dia never falls for any acts like the ones that Cecil was giving. Dia wasn't that compassionate to people; it's the reason why she doesn't feel guilty about what she says whenever someone acts like Cecil.
"Morning Ella" Ray spoke with a warm friendly welcome.
"Morning Ray" Ella replied with a tint of red on her cheeks.
Once again; Kenny looked from Ray to Ella, noticing the blush upon Ella's cheeks, and also realising that something else was amidst between the two. The more he rattled his brain about it; the more he got obsessed into finding out what was causing him to find some small hints of... whatever it was, he, himself, didn't have a clue on what it was. His mind was mainly intellectual in beyblading gears; the battles, and how to build one. His knowledge of beyblades was the main aspect in his intellectual mind. He was never an expert when it came to feelings of human beings; or how they act in other aspects.
No attention was paid towards some of the members of BEGA; as they walked up to them, as if it were like a sneak attack. They stood in front of them; finally gaining the attention of the group. Tyson held a serious expression; Cecil still clung to him with her arms still hooked around his neck, all the others stood around them, watching the BEGA group. Garland held a cheeky smile on his features; already looking as if he had won something. Everyone; but the BEGA group, held serious expressions, the atmosphere was tense and heavy around them all. Dia really didn't like the BEGA group as she was glaring right at them; as if saying; 'Wipe those smirks off your faces before I personally force them off for you'.
"Struggling to collect seven people for the big battle; eh Tyson?" Garland replied cheekily to him.
"Watch it Garland; we'll defeat you at the tournament, just you see." Tyson instantly spoke.
"Don't count your luck so soon; Granger. You're in for a big surprise; believe me; we'll wipe the floor with you." Garland cockily replied.
"Listen asshole; I don't know who the hell you are, but you sure are proving to be a major jackass that needs to be taught some manners." Cecil shouted at him.
"Some words from a little girl." Garland spoke; turning his gaze to look at her.
"Don't you 'little girl' me. I can assure you that Tyson and the group we'll be able to kick your ass further than this galaxy. So be prepared; moron." Cecil stated; unhooking her arms from Tyson, then poked Garland's nose, whilst she glared at him.
Garland and Cecil exchanged rival glares at each other; already wanting to take the other on, wanting to beat the other in such a humiliating way. Dia could see that Cecil was burning with excitement; even Ella and Faye could also see this, but the others could not. Neither Garland nor Cecil were backing down; not daring to show weakness to the enemy, just in case they happened to use it for their advantage. Tyson was actually amazed that Cecil actually wanted to go all out on Garland; wanting to take him out of the picture completely. He's never seen her so determined before; determined to kick his ass far into another galaxy.
"Getting worked up over a female; are you, Garland?" Brooklyn questioned with a cheeky smile on his features.
"Brooklyn; that isn't true..."
"I don't need your excuses; Garland. It's way too easy to see it; there's no use in denial, when the evidence is practically in our faces." Brooklyn intervened; closing his eyes, and leaning back on his chair, with his arms behind his head.
"Class settle down; it's time to begin the morning's session." The teacher interrupted the conversation altogether; as she stepped into the classroom to begin her class.
Ms Nickel stood behind her pine wooden desk; eyes closed as she tapped the papers on the desk's surface, keeping them in a neat fashion. All the students positioned themselves sitting at their desks; waiting for the lesson to begin. She opened her eyes; took out the register, and began to call out the names of the students, in alphabetical order. She was very shocked and confused when she fought that Angel wasn't present in her class; the same when she had called out Brooke's name next. She wore a black skirt; reaching to her knees, a black jacket, which was open, revealing the white blouse underneath, which was tucked in her skirt presentably. She had black rimmed glasses; positioned all the way up her nose. Behind those glasses were bright brown eyes; which went well with her dark brown hair, which was tied up into a bun.
The registration was done; only two people were absent, which was completely unexpected. Ms Nickel was completely aware of the two's behaviour and attitude, she knew them both from kindergarten and up, where she was their teacher. She's always known the pair to never miss a single day of school; unless a dire emergency or something terrible has happened. Frantically; her mind began to assume the worst possible outcomes for the two girls, but that spark of hope appeared, hoping and praying that the two were ok. Ms Nickel had grown affectionate to the pair of females; but she was more affectionate for Angel, as she knows that she's alone in this world. Her parents both disappeared when she was only three years old. Ever since; she and Angel had formed a special bond, one that was sure to stay ignited forever.
"I know it might not be possible to know the answer to this type of question I'm about to ask..." She sighed deeply for a short pause before continuing. "...Does anyone know what has happened to Angel or Brooke?"
Brooklyn's eyes opened instantly and widened instantly; he swung forward on his chair, so that all legs were placed on the ground, with a thud. His aqua eyes were searching his teacher's eyes; seeking if this was some sort of joke, but with the serious and worry expression in both eyes and face, he could clearly see that it was no joke. Cecil; Dia, Ella and Faye's depression rose up once more, saddening them entirely, they downcast their eyes to the floor, in utter shame. Tyson gazed over at Cecil; seeing her depressed was the last thing he'd expect to see, but there it was. A sudden gut feeling in his stomach churned over and over inside him; he felt like puking there and then, but his pride kept him from doing so, instead, he sat there, enduring the pain.
'Brooke...!? It isn't possible! There's no way! How could I have no known that she'd returned? How could I have not sensed her presence? My own sister; my little twin sister! How stupid I've become; to not even recognise my sister's presence, and yet we're twins, we're supposed to sense each others' presence, and yet I couldn't. That's the worst of it.' Brooklyn thought with the utmost rage; which burned and coursed through his being. He was angry with himself.