Mississippi
Chapter1: Beaten
Missi sat there staring at the pillar of ice that stood where the two bladers - Tala and Tyson had once stood-. Each of her hands were clasping a clump of her training pants. "Come on Tyson, win this, I couldn't stand it if Tala won," she whispered ever so quietly.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see Voltaire celebrating what he thought would be a victory. Voltaire, she despised Voltaire, he was the man who had ruined her life. Tears of anger stung at her cold royal blue eyes. 'Tyson has to win,' she thought desperately.
Missi shook her head in frustration, she needed to get some air. She walked into the corridor and sighed when she saw Judy, the All Starz coach talking to the Majestics. "The only ones who still have bitbeasts," she snorted, "a true blader doesn't need a bitbeast, they rely on themselves alone."
She walked outside into the cold, crisp air and breathed it in deep. There were too many people in the stadium and too much air-conditioning. She sat on a bench and waited, but for what she didn't know. A roar from the crowd? A wave of people? Whatever it was it didn't really matter at all. Missi was content; she was away from the tension and could forget unpleasant thoughts. She stared into space shutting out the whole world, suddenly her body tensed and her eyes closed.
When she opened her them her surroundings were very different. There was a cruel icy wind blowing, but it washed over her like a wave of water, not affecting her. Her body felt different too. She felt stronger, tension spread through her powerful legs. She opened her mouth and let out a howl.
"More power Walborg!" came Tala's harsh voice. Her brain went into overdrive, where was she? How did she get here? Why was she in Walborg's body? She didn't have time to ask questions, she had to attack the enemy, the Dragoon. Her savage wolf's instinct told her she had to eliminate both the bitbeast and blader.
She could feel intense power running through her, as well as a severe cold, that now coursed through her veins. Rapidly the energy began to drain out of her; the feeling of intense power turned to intense pain. She let out a scream. She was no longer a strong ice wolf, nor was she Mississippi, the harsh, cold junior champion of the world. She was a scared 12-year-old girl. Her eyes closed tightly and her surroundings went black
Her eyes snapped open and she was back in the courtyard. She held up her hands and examined them. They were shaking madly. She sat there and burst into tears. 'That's what Tala puts Hoarfrost through,' she thought still staring at her hands, which had stopped shaking, 'my beautiful Hoarfrost...'
She sat there oblivious to her surroundings, for how long she did not know. Her horrible ordeal kept running over and over through her mind. She wished that she could save Walborg from that kind of pain. Slowly she came back to reality, there was a huge crowd had assembled.
She got up and craned her neck to see what was going on. Unfortunately Missi was short for her age and had to stand on the bench to get and idea of what was going on. In the center of the crowd was Tyson, he was laughing and talking to the people around him. A deep feeling of hate surfaced, taking Missi aback. 'The warrior who posses the Dragoon,' came a soft growl in her mind.
Missi shook her head and decided to congratulate Tyson. He had beaten her brother. that was what she had wanted. Even though it had caused great pain to Walborg.
Tyson stood in the middle of the crowd of people, the sound of peoples voices all mixed in together that surrounded him softened to whispers and hushes. The crowd parted and even the proud Majestics stood aside for the 12-year-old girl who walked through the crowd. She had hair that reached her mid back that was ice blue...
'Or is it orange?' thought Tyson looking at her. She had four bangs. Two long ones that hung down in the middle of her face all the way to her chin and two that hung around the outside of her face around her eyes, her cold royal blue eyes. She wore a white skive and ice blue track pants that had a thin white stripe down the side of each leg.
Missi approached Tyson, the fear of hatred and resentment in the pit of her stomach grew stronger with each step.
"Congratulations," she said in her usual quiet voice as she extended her hand to shake his.
"Thanks," said Tyson nervously taking her hand. As soon a he took it an intense cold rushed up his arm causing him to shiver. She seemed to hold his hand forever and finally she let go. Then she simply turned walked up the stairs and into the stadium.
As soon as she left the crowd broke it in a loud jabber.
"Do you know who that was?" asked one boy excitedly.
"It was THE Mississippi," said another.
"She's the stand alone champion of the world!"
"Oh my gosh do you know who that was?" asked Kenny running up to Tyson.
"No who was she?" asked Tyson looking confused, why was everybody so excited about an ordinary pre-teen.
"She's Mississippi! The junior world champion!" said Kenny excitedly.
"She's more than just that," came Kai's cold voice, "she's Tala's younger sister."
It was a rare moment, but the harsh, cold Kai flinched as he remembered how Tala would beat her.
'No doubt he still does it,' he thought bitterly (NO! this is not a Kai/Missi fic! It is a Missi/Tyson fic; Kai ends up playing more of a big brother role). "No way!" said Max opened mouthed, "she can't be related to him." "And she doesn't even have a bitbeast" continued Kenny in his own little world of beyblade statistics.
Slowly the crowd cleared away, leaving just the Blade Breakers. A piercing scream sliced through the awkward silence like a butcher's knife. The Blade Breakers ran up do the door to see Tala holding Missi off the ground by her hair.
"YOU TOLD WALBORG NOT TO BATTLE TO ITS FULL POTENTIAL DIDN'T YOU!" he screamed in rage right in Missi's face.
"HIS NAME IS HOARFROST! NOT WALBORG! IF YOU CALLED HIM BY HIS TRUE NAME YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO CREATE YOUR OWN LINK WITH HIM!" she cried in pain.
"SHUTUP! I'LL CALL IT WHAT I WANT!" he replied punching her in the stomach.
"WELL THEN YOU NEVER BE ABLE TO HARNESS HIS TRUE POWER! I KNOW I CAN! I AM THE SPIRIT BLADER OF THE FAMILY! NOT YOU! I'M THE ONE WHO HAS THE CONNECTION TO HOARFROST! NONE OF THE DEMOLITION BOYS ARE SPIRIT BLADERS ANYMORE!" she managed to yell in reply. This retort infuriated Tala more. He began to punch her face, her nose began to bleed, and she couldn't open one eye for all the pain that was there. Despite her pain she proceeded to goad her brother.
"You'll never be a champion blader. You'll always be second best, doomed for mediocrity," she whispered just loud enough for him to hear her. This was the final straw, Tala lifted her up further and then hurled her across the lobby.
Tala spat on the ground and turned around. Consumed in his rage he didn't realize that Tyson had come up behind him. As soon as Tala turned around Tyson punched him in the face so hard that he went flying across the room.
"DON'T JUST STAND THERE RING THE POLICE!" yelled Kai at the others. Normally he wouldn't involve himself but this was serious, "HURRY UP AND MOVE!"
Chapter1: Beaten
Missi sat there staring at the pillar of ice that stood where the two bladers - Tala and Tyson had once stood-. Each of her hands were clasping a clump of her training pants. "Come on Tyson, win this, I couldn't stand it if Tala won," she whispered ever so quietly.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see Voltaire celebrating what he thought would be a victory. Voltaire, she despised Voltaire, he was the man who had ruined her life. Tears of anger stung at her cold royal blue eyes. 'Tyson has to win,' she thought desperately.
Missi shook her head in frustration, she needed to get some air. She walked into the corridor and sighed when she saw Judy, the All Starz coach talking to the Majestics. "The only ones who still have bitbeasts," she snorted, "a true blader doesn't need a bitbeast, they rely on themselves alone."
She walked outside into the cold, crisp air and breathed it in deep. There were too many people in the stadium and too much air-conditioning. She sat on a bench and waited, but for what she didn't know. A roar from the crowd? A wave of people? Whatever it was it didn't really matter at all. Missi was content; she was away from the tension and could forget unpleasant thoughts. She stared into space shutting out the whole world, suddenly her body tensed and her eyes closed.
When she opened her them her surroundings were very different. There was a cruel icy wind blowing, but it washed over her like a wave of water, not affecting her. Her body felt different too. She felt stronger, tension spread through her powerful legs. She opened her mouth and let out a howl.
"More power Walborg!" came Tala's harsh voice. Her brain went into overdrive, where was she? How did she get here? Why was she in Walborg's body? She didn't have time to ask questions, she had to attack the enemy, the Dragoon. Her savage wolf's instinct told her she had to eliminate both the bitbeast and blader.
She could feel intense power running through her, as well as a severe cold, that now coursed through her veins. Rapidly the energy began to drain out of her; the feeling of intense power turned to intense pain. She let out a scream. She was no longer a strong ice wolf, nor was she Mississippi, the harsh, cold junior champion of the world. She was a scared 12-year-old girl. Her eyes closed tightly and her surroundings went black
Her eyes snapped open and she was back in the courtyard. She held up her hands and examined them. They were shaking madly. She sat there and burst into tears. 'That's what Tala puts Hoarfrost through,' she thought still staring at her hands, which had stopped shaking, 'my beautiful Hoarfrost...'
She sat there oblivious to her surroundings, for how long she did not know. Her horrible ordeal kept running over and over through her mind. She wished that she could save Walborg from that kind of pain. Slowly she came back to reality, there was a huge crowd had assembled.
She got up and craned her neck to see what was going on. Unfortunately Missi was short for her age and had to stand on the bench to get and idea of what was going on. In the center of the crowd was Tyson, he was laughing and talking to the people around him. A deep feeling of hate surfaced, taking Missi aback. 'The warrior who posses the Dragoon,' came a soft growl in her mind.
Missi shook her head and decided to congratulate Tyson. He had beaten her brother. that was what she had wanted. Even though it had caused great pain to Walborg.
Tyson stood in the middle of the crowd of people, the sound of peoples voices all mixed in together that surrounded him softened to whispers and hushes. The crowd parted and even the proud Majestics stood aside for the 12-year-old girl who walked through the crowd. She had hair that reached her mid back that was ice blue...
'Or is it orange?' thought Tyson looking at her. She had four bangs. Two long ones that hung down in the middle of her face all the way to her chin and two that hung around the outside of her face around her eyes, her cold royal blue eyes. She wore a white skive and ice blue track pants that had a thin white stripe down the side of each leg.
Missi approached Tyson, the fear of hatred and resentment in the pit of her stomach grew stronger with each step.
"Congratulations," she said in her usual quiet voice as she extended her hand to shake his.
"Thanks," said Tyson nervously taking her hand. As soon a he took it an intense cold rushed up his arm causing him to shiver. She seemed to hold his hand forever and finally she let go. Then she simply turned walked up the stairs and into the stadium.
As soon as she left the crowd broke it in a loud jabber.
"Do you know who that was?" asked one boy excitedly.
"It was THE Mississippi," said another.
"She's the stand alone champion of the world!"
"Oh my gosh do you know who that was?" asked Kenny running up to Tyson.
"No who was she?" asked Tyson looking confused, why was everybody so excited about an ordinary pre-teen.
"She's Mississippi! The junior world champion!" said Kenny excitedly.
"She's more than just that," came Kai's cold voice, "she's Tala's younger sister."
It was a rare moment, but the harsh, cold Kai flinched as he remembered how Tala would beat her.
'No doubt he still does it,' he thought bitterly (NO! this is not a Kai/Missi fic! It is a Missi/Tyson fic; Kai ends up playing more of a big brother role). "No way!" said Max opened mouthed, "she can't be related to him." "And she doesn't even have a bitbeast" continued Kenny in his own little world of beyblade statistics.
Slowly the crowd cleared away, leaving just the Blade Breakers. A piercing scream sliced through the awkward silence like a butcher's knife. The Blade Breakers ran up do the door to see Tala holding Missi off the ground by her hair.
"YOU TOLD WALBORG NOT TO BATTLE TO ITS FULL POTENTIAL DIDN'T YOU!" he screamed in rage right in Missi's face.
"HIS NAME IS HOARFROST! NOT WALBORG! IF YOU CALLED HIM BY HIS TRUE NAME YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO CREATE YOUR OWN LINK WITH HIM!" she cried in pain.
"SHUTUP! I'LL CALL IT WHAT I WANT!" he replied punching her in the stomach.
"WELL THEN YOU NEVER BE ABLE TO HARNESS HIS TRUE POWER! I KNOW I CAN! I AM THE SPIRIT BLADER OF THE FAMILY! NOT YOU! I'M THE ONE WHO HAS THE CONNECTION TO HOARFROST! NONE OF THE DEMOLITION BOYS ARE SPIRIT BLADERS ANYMORE!" she managed to yell in reply. This retort infuriated Tala more. He began to punch her face, her nose began to bleed, and she couldn't open one eye for all the pain that was there. Despite her pain she proceeded to goad her brother.
"You'll never be a champion blader. You'll always be second best, doomed for mediocrity," she whispered just loud enough for him to hear her. This was the final straw, Tala lifted her up further and then hurled her across the lobby.
Tala spat on the ground and turned around. Consumed in his rage he didn't realize that Tyson had come up behind him. As soon as Tala turned around Tyson punched him in the face so hard that he went flying across the room.
"DON'T JUST STAND THERE RING THE POLICE!" yelled Kai at the others. Normally he wouldn't involve himself but this was serious, "HURRY UP AND MOVE!"
