Survival
By: Eternaldreamer
Disclaimer: No, I don't own beyblade, so there.
Etd.: Yup...so, who dies...what a choice...
Max: I wouldn't mind not dying.
Etd.: Too bad both you and Ray we're closer to the blast.
Max+Ray: O.O
Etd.: No one major is going to be killed off. But things are going to get way OOC, so don't expect many more jokes.
Max + Tyson: No jokes?!
Etd.: Onward!
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The blazing pinprick of light was like a miniscule sun, a giant topaz stone glowing in bright light. The broken glass laying around the stadium glittered, and helped the thunder-stricken stadium glow. However, on the inside, things weren't nearly as pretty. Thousands of burnt people were hobbling out of the stadium, some with their clothes a flame.
On the inside there were still about a hundred people or so. There were four boys helping others get out. Tyson, Mike, Max, and Ray were carrying out injured people one at a time. Kenny was knocked unconscious, and he was one of the first brought out. Mike wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was bleeding profusely, and badly need a hospital. He staggered to a fallen child, picked him up, brought him to the threshold of the entrance to the stadium, and collapsed.
The fire was spreading rapidly, way to fast. The remaining boys were trapped, and were rescued by the incoming firemen five minutes later. Tyson almost didn't make it. Kenny was the worst off.
~ Autumnfield Hospital, Autumnfield, NJ, 13:59 ~
Ray had stirred. Everyone else had already awoken, covered in bandages. Something was covering his nose. Mike had been put into a wheelchair. He wouldn't be able to walk for at least a week, his nerves had been severely shocked. Tyson's head was wrapped up tight, but it didn't matter since he didn't use it much anyway. Max's ear had a lot of needles attached to it. It was helping block the blood. Kenny was lying in bed, needles all over his body, pumping blood. A nurse came in, put him on a stretcher, and whisked him off to Intensive Care. Ray felt his nose, and found that he was breathing in chemicals that would clear his lungs of all the smoke that had poured in.
"Everybody okay?"
"Other than the fact that we're all in bandages, Kenny is in Intensive Care, and that we have no chance of beating that...murderous team, I think we're all pretty okay."
"Yeah. Whatever, Mike. The point is, those Dream Hoppers were only putting on a show. What happens when it's the real thing?"
No one had an answer to that.
~ Mike's private training stadium, Fredon, NJ, Two weeks later, 18:47 ~
They had finally been released. Mike was walking again, with no help. He had a permanent limp, and a right knee that could never be great again. Kenny survived, but barely. He was on crutches, and was some-what deaf. You had to speak loudly to him for him to hear you. Max had finally stopped bleeding, but had a permanent scar down his arm. Ray was now on an inhaler, but was otherwise fine. And Tyson...well, he had been knocked around quite a bit. He was a bit more serious, and a lot more sensitive to emotion.
The Dream Hoppers had contacted them the week before. They were to battle in their facility. The Blade Breakers were to find a way there, and they would be ready. They had said they'd better be ready.
As the team descended the stairs into their training area everyone took out their blades, and stared at them for a while. Tyson even sat down.
"How are our bit beasts going to survive that? I mean, it's insane! No one can beat them...and they know something we don't...which could mean the world."
"Tyson, I don't think it's up to that magnitude-"
"Remember the Demolition Boys? We could barely beat them! And Kai taught us everything we know. He knows what to expect. You know, they have power. People don't go and blow up cities for nothing. They don't steal bit beasts for nothing. So, yeah, this is most definitely a world domination thing."
No one spoke. For once, Tyson was right. Something massive was going down in that facility. It rested on their shoulders to find out what was being planned, they were the ones who needed to stop it.
"Maybe..."
Everyone froze. "What, Max?"
"Maybe if we redesigned our blades...it would throw them off..."
Kenny spoke. "It might work. And this time, we can talk to the bit beasts, so they can let us know how to really optimize them."
Mike jumped up. "Then let's get started! Who here knows the best about repairing and fixing blades?" Everyone looked to Kenny and Max. They shrugged, and got to work on their own blades whilst the others practiced. Dizzi's and Draciel's female voices advised over Kenny's and Max's working hands, using Mike's huge store of spare parts. When they were done, about half an hour later, they brought them over so everyone could see.
Kenny's blade had kept the spring, but it was smaller and tighter, for a higher and stronger bounce. Its weight disk was a lot lighter, but could with stand a lot more. The attack ring, though, was solid steel, with five arrow shaped parts sticking out from the central ring. It bounced much higher. He also made a new launcher, the same as the first new one he made for Tyson. Max's blade wasn't too much different, except the attack ring. It was shaped like Eddy's from the All Stars, except with little circular bumps around the ring, for optimized defense and endurance.
Dragoon's bit was put into the computer next. His strong masculine voice practically commanded Kenny, and if he made a mistake, a soft growl would emanate through the LCD. When finished, Tyson's blade was almost totally different. His blade base had a rubber tip on it, with extra grip. His weight disk was slightly smaller. His attack ring was extra wide, with three huge metal, scythe-like blades coming from the main ring. The thing could kill somebody!
Ray's was next. His was changed only in the blade base, in which it had double the springs it had before, making it last longer. Mike's blade wasn't change at all.
When they had gotten used to their new blades, they had sent the Dream Hoppers a video email. They were coming, and soon.
~ Deep Sea Military Base 032344, Pacific Ocean, 20:11 ~
Aaron was on his way to the training room, his golden hair waving wildly. He was late for practice. When he passed the communications room, however, flashing in big red letters were the words they had all been waiting for: Message from Blade Breakers. Aaron switched on the intercom system from the panel, and announced, "Will Ms. Osa and the Dream Hopper team please report to the communications room, repeat, the communications room. Thank you."
He could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer. When the team came in, they found Aaron sitting at the panel with a smug look on his face. "Sorry I'm late for practice, but we got mail." He jabbed his thumb at the screen. Osa smiled her sinister smile, and opened the message. Each of the Blade Breakers had a serious look, and Dizzi spoke. "We are ready for your little game. We have decided the stakes. If you win, you can do whatever you like with the Bit Beasts." Then Yyivmax's deep voice rumbled through the sound system. "But if we win, we want to know what's going on. We deserve an explanation." Draciel's feminine voice spoke. "You don't go blowing up cities and stadiums for nothing. We'll meet you at your little base." Driger's deep, baritone voice echoed as if he were speaking with his mind. "We have our means of getting there. You injured our humans, and you'll regret it. And Kai, you traitor, you still have a chance to fight for what's right." Finally, Dragoon spoke. "We'll meet you in about 2 days. We don't expect a warm welcome, we expect to win. See you then." The screen flashed, and it was over.
Rhea raised her eyebrow. "You know? I think that was a meager attempt to threaten us."
Savannah laughed. "How pathetic. They saw our power in that stadium. They think they can compare to us now?"
Kai grimaced. He was thinking over something. He knew the Blade Breakers well. And he knew they could and probably would bring friends along. The White Tigers, Majestics, All Stars...Nothing we couldn't handle.... He dismissed the thought.
They went back to training. Hours and hours of it. By the time practice was over, Aaron had been able to update his stat page. However, unbeknownst to the rest of them, Aaron had learned much more than that...he had learned how to realy take over the world. He knew what Osa was planning. While he was in bed, he dreamed himself overpowering her.
With his secret self-training, he knew it was all too possible. As soon as those lousy Blade Breakers are out of the way...then it will be time to show my true power.
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Etd.: Yeah, we're going to have appearances by all three of the teams mentioned. I love playing around with a lot of people at once! ^_^
Max: Friends, if you hear this, MOVE TO GREENLAND, SIBERIA, OR MAYBE SAHARA DESERT! JUST GO!!!
Tyson: Wow, Max, you're acting as if he's going to kill somebody off, or make us do something horrible.
Everybody Else: -_-'
Etd.: Remember, R/R! Please?! This time I have chocolate chip brownies! And I hid them! Watch out for the next chapter 'Friends: A new season?!'
By: Eternaldreamer
Disclaimer: No, I don't own beyblade, so there.
Etd.: Yup...so, who dies...what a choice...
Max: I wouldn't mind not dying.
Etd.: Too bad both you and Ray we're closer to the blast.
Max+Ray: O.O
Etd.: No one major is going to be killed off. But things are going to get way OOC, so don't expect many more jokes.
Max + Tyson: No jokes?!
Etd.: Onward!
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The blazing pinprick of light was like a miniscule sun, a giant topaz stone glowing in bright light. The broken glass laying around the stadium glittered, and helped the thunder-stricken stadium glow. However, on the inside, things weren't nearly as pretty. Thousands of burnt people were hobbling out of the stadium, some with their clothes a flame.
On the inside there were still about a hundred people or so. There were four boys helping others get out. Tyson, Mike, Max, and Ray were carrying out injured people one at a time. Kenny was knocked unconscious, and he was one of the first brought out. Mike wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was bleeding profusely, and badly need a hospital. He staggered to a fallen child, picked him up, brought him to the threshold of the entrance to the stadium, and collapsed.
The fire was spreading rapidly, way to fast. The remaining boys were trapped, and were rescued by the incoming firemen five minutes later. Tyson almost didn't make it. Kenny was the worst off.
~ Autumnfield Hospital, Autumnfield, NJ, 13:59 ~
Ray had stirred. Everyone else had already awoken, covered in bandages. Something was covering his nose. Mike had been put into a wheelchair. He wouldn't be able to walk for at least a week, his nerves had been severely shocked. Tyson's head was wrapped up tight, but it didn't matter since he didn't use it much anyway. Max's ear had a lot of needles attached to it. It was helping block the blood. Kenny was lying in bed, needles all over his body, pumping blood. A nurse came in, put him on a stretcher, and whisked him off to Intensive Care. Ray felt his nose, and found that he was breathing in chemicals that would clear his lungs of all the smoke that had poured in.
"Everybody okay?"
"Other than the fact that we're all in bandages, Kenny is in Intensive Care, and that we have no chance of beating that...murderous team, I think we're all pretty okay."
"Yeah. Whatever, Mike. The point is, those Dream Hoppers were only putting on a show. What happens when it's the real thing?"
No one had an answer to that.
~ Mike's private training stadium, Fredon, NJ, Two weeks later, 18:47 ~
They had finally been released. Mike was walking again, with no help. He had a permanent limp, and a right knee that could never be great again. Kenny survived, but barely. He was on crutches, and was some-what deaf. You had to speak loudly to him for him to hear you. Max had finally stopped bleeding, but had a permanent scar down his arm. Ray was now on an inhaler, but was otherwise fine. And Tyson...well, he had been knocked around quite a bit. He was a bit more serious, and a lot more sensitive to emotion.
The Dream Hoppers had contacted them the week before. They were to battle in their facility. The Blade Breakers were to find a way there, and they would be ready. They had said they'd better be ready.
As the team descended the stairs into their training area everyone took out their blades, and stared at them for a while. Tyson even sat down.
"How are our bit beasts going to survive that? I mean, it's insane! No one can beat them...and they know something we don't...which could mean the world."
"Tyson, I don't think it's up to that magnitude-"
"Remember the Demolition Boys? We could barely beat them! And Kai taught us everything we know. He knows what to expect. You know, they have power. People don't go and blow up cities for nothing. They don't steal bit beasts for nothing. So, yeah, this is most definitely a world domination thing."
No one spoke. For once, Tyson was right. Something massive was going down in that facility. It rested on their shoulders to find out what was being planned, they were the ones who needed to stop it.
"Maybe..."
Everyone froze. "What, Max?"
"Maybe if we redesigned our blades...it would throw them off..."
Kenny spoke. "It might work. And this time, we can talk to the bit beasts, so they can let us know how to really optimize them."
Mike jumped up. "Then let's get started! Who here knows the best about repairing and fixing blades?" Everyone looked to Kenny and Max. They shrugged, and got to work on their own blades whilst the others practiced. Dizzi's and Draciel's female voices advised over Kenny's and Max's working hands, using Mike's huge store of spare parts. When they were done, about half an hour later, they brought them over so everyone could see.
Kenny's blade had kept the spring, but it was smaller and tighter, for a higher and stronger bounce. Its weight disk was a lot lighter, but could with stand a lot more. The attack ring, though, was solid steel, with five arrow shaped parts sticking out from the central ring. It bounced much higher. He also made a new launcher, the same as the first new one he made for Tyson. Max's blade wasn't too much different, except the attack ring. It was shaped like Eddy's from the All Stars, except with little circular bumps around the ring, for optimized defense and endurance.
Dragoon's bit was put into the computer next. His strong masculine voice practically commanded Kenny, and if he made a mistake, a soft growl would emanate through the LCD. When finished, Tyson's blade was almost totally different. His blade base had a rubber tip on it, with extra grip. His weight disk was slightly smaller. His attack ring was extra wide, with three huge metal, scythe-like blades coming from the main ring. The thing could kill somebody!
Ray's was next. His was changed only in the blade base, in which it had double the springs it had before, making it last longer. Mike's blade wasn't change at all.
When they had gotten used to their new blades, they had sent the Dream Hoppers a video email. They were coming, and soon.
~ Deep Sea Military Base 032344, Pacific Ocean, 20:11 ~
Aaron was on his way to the training room, his golden hair waving wildly. He was late for practice. When he passed the communications room, however, flashing in big red letters were the words they had all been waiting for: Message from Blade Breakers. Aaron switched on the intercom system from the panel, and announced, "Will Ms. Osa and the Dream Hopper team please report to the communications room, repeat, the communications room. Thank you."
He could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer. When the team came in, they found Aaron sitting at the panel with a smug look on his face. "Sorry I'm late for practice, but we got mail." He jabbed his thumb at the screen. Osa smiled her sinister smile, and opened the message. Each of the Blade Breakers had a serious look, and Dizzi spoke. "We are ready for your little game. We have decided the stakes. If you win, you can do whatever you like with the Bit Beasts." Then Yyivmax's deep voice rumbled through the sound system. "But if we win, we want to know what's going on. We deserve an explanation." Draciel's feminine voice spoke. "You don't go blowing up cities and stadiums for nothing. We'll meet you at your little base." Driger's deep, baritone voice echoed as if he were speaking with his mind. "We have our means of getting there. You injured our humans, and you'll regret it. And Kai, you traitor, you still have a chance to fight for what's right." Finally, Dragoon spoke. "We'll meet you in about 2 days. We don't expect a warm welcome, we expect to win. See you then." The screen flashed, and it was over.
Rhea raised her eyebrow. "You know? I think that was a meager attempt to threaten us."
Savannah laughed. "How pathetic. They saw our power in that stadium. They think they can compare to us now?"
Kai grimaced. He was thinking over something. He knew the Blade Breakers well. And he knew they could and probably would bring friends along. The White Tigers, Majestics, All Stars...Nothing we couldn't handle.... He dismissed the thought.
They went back to training. Hours and hours of it. By the time practice was over, Aaron had been able to update his stat page. However, unbeknownst to the rest of them, Aaron had learned much more than that...he had learned how to realy take over the world. He knew what Osa was planning. While he was in bed, he dreamed himself overpowering her.
With his secret self-training, he knew it was all too possible. As soon as those lousy Blade Breakers are out of the way...then it will be time to show my true power.
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Etd.: Yeah, we're going to have appearances by all three of the teams mentioned. I love playing around with a lot of people at once! ^_^
Max: Friends, if you hear this, MOVE TO GREENLAND, SIBERIA, OR MAYBE SAHARA DESERT! JUST GO!!!
Tyson: Wow, Max, you're acting as if he's going to kill somebody off, or make us do something horrible.
Everybody Else: -_-'
Etd.: Remember, R/R! Please?! This time I have chocolate chip brownies! And I hid them! Watch out for the next chapter 'Friends: A new season?!'