DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BEYBLADE OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. THIS IS JUST A FAN-MADE STORY!
My first punishment started with Brooklyn. It was the following morning, and I was forced to go to him. Although my parents had fled, there were still Susuki and Aoi, and their lives were as much as stake as they had been.
I approached Brooklyn in the corridor, watching him leaning smugly on the door of the room behind him. He smirked rather evilly as he saw me, and said: "Looks like my new toy has arrived."
I said nothing, but stared blankly at him. Silence was the best approach in this situation.
"I'm gonna have so much fun with you, Kai," he drawled in his lazy voice that I once sought comfort in. He stood back and opened the door, and I followed reluctantly. I flinched at the sight of hundreds of sharp knives lining the walls, but tried not to let my fear show.
"What do you think? Neat, huh?" he asked casually, as though he was showing me around his bedroom.
"Yes," I said rather quietly. I think my face might have blanched.
"Now please, I don't want any pathetic screaming, 'kay?" he said.
"Fine," I said.
I watched him walk over to a metal table at the other side of the room. I didn't like this, I was starting to feel really afraid.
"Lie down, now," he ordered. I did as I was told, and silently waited while he strapped me down. I tried to focus my thoughts on mum and dad, imagining them running away from this house of evil, imagining them sighing in relief and seeing the smiles on their faces. That was all I wanted.
"I wonder if you can take this, Kai. After all, you're pretty weak," said Brooklyn, hovering a glinting butcher's knife over my face.
My eyes widened with fear and I stared in horror at the sharp point, just inches away from me.
Suddenly, he moved it over my outstretched arm and began carving slowly into my skin, sinking it into the muscle, and I bit back the overwhelming nausea as I heard the sickening slosh of blood oozing out. The agony was beyond imagination, biting into every inch of me, and I broke into heaving breaths.
"Do you like it...slave?" he asked.
I couldn't answer, I was in too much pain to do that. But suddenly he plunged the knife into my arm and let out a scream.
"Answer me when I talk to you," he said coldly.
"I-I d-do-on't", I gasped, sweat breaking out of the pores of my skin.
"Too bad," he said, and suddenly, I felt a gush of unbearably hot liquid sting the large wound on my arm, scalding the muscle and boiling the blood. I screamed, loudly, too loudly, the sound was deafening. A deep blackness overwhelmed my vision and I lapsed into unconsciousness.
When I finally woke up, Brooklyn was staring at me, and to my shock, I saw that tears were in his eyes.
"I thought I told you not to scream," he said in a choked voice.
Was he feeling sorry for me? Was he shocked at my painful outburst? I chanced a look at my arm, or rather, the sickening bloody mess that decorated it.
"W-what d-did y-you do...earlier?" I asked, the throbbing pain already stealing my breath away.
"I poured boiling acid over it. That's why it hurt so bad," he said. His voice had grown quiet and rather emotionless. He wasn't looking me in the eye.
"Why are...you h-hurting...me...like t-this?" I asked.
He shrugged and I saw a tear escape down his cheek, which he quickly brushed away.
"You don't want...this...do you?" I asked.
"Shut up...just shut up!" he said angrily, but I saw the deep hurt in his eyes, and the shame that coupled it.
"You were my friend...and I know...you don't hate me..." I said, feeling tears fill up my eyes as well.
"Be quiet!" he snapped: "I have power, and that's enough for me!"
"No it's not...nothing can...ever replace...friendship...and love..." I said, coughing up blood.
He said nothing, but wiped his eyes and approached me. I feared he would hurt me again, but instead he opened the restraints and freed me.
"It's over. Go," he said.
I gingerly sat up with my good hand and moaned as my bad arm stung and throbbed insanely. To my surprise, I felt Brooklyn's hands supporting me and helping me to climb down from the table. I leaned on him, my only support, and allowed him to lead me over to the door.
"Where will...y-you t-take...me?" I breathed.
"To your cell," he said.
I painfully trudged along the corridors, groaning with pain as my arm bled profusely. It took a while until we arrived, but when we did, I retched on the ground, vomiting a mixture of bile and blood. Brooklyn held me around the waste, helping me to remain standing. When I was done, he almost carried me to my bench and laid me down on it.
"I'm going...to die...aren't I?" I said.
"As if...people don't die from a wound on their limbs," said Brooklyn.
"Why Brooklyn...? Why did y-you...do th-this...?" I rasped, tears of physical and emotional pain cascading down my cheeks.
"I don't...I don't...know," he answered, cradling my wounded arm. He took out his silk white handkerchief and wrapped it around my wound, squeezing it tight to stop the blood flow, and I screamed and burst into tears, unable to bear the agony. Brooklyn stroked my hair and cried silently, and I knew he wasn't as evil as he tried to be. I knew he wasn't as heartless as Voltaire and Boris. I knew he still felt for me, still wanted me to be his friend.
"I'm...sorry," he said.
"You h-have...a lot...to b-be s-sorry...about," I said.
"I know...I know..." he said: "I ruined your life...in every way...for nothing...I'm sorry. I don't deserve to live," he said.
"No, d-don't s-say...that. You can...still...be my...friend," I said.
"How can you still want to be my friend after all that I've done to you! I destroyed Dranzer before your very eyes, I tortured you, I insulted you, I betrayed you! I made your life worse than hell, Kai! I can't live like this, I can't!" he said through sobs of shame.
"Yes you...can..." I said: "You can...make t-things...right f-for...me...You c-can g-get...us out...of here..." I said.
"No I can't...I can't and I'm sorry! I'm too weak to get you, Susuki and Aoi out of here without being seen. I just can't do it!" said Brooklyn.
"Look...we'll t-think o-of somet-thing...l-later..." I must have fallen asleep at that moment, but I felt glad that at least, Brooklyn had seen the light.
