Beyblade Ultima
Side Story 1: Battle Lust
I had always considered myself the best out of the best, even though I was conditioned to believe that I had to be the best and nothing more. It was the way it was supposed to be however the fool, Boris was blind to the fact that Kai would always be a Blade Breaker. Voltaire and Boris, both had their ambitions set upon Kai's shoulders and he… He turned his back on us, we who were his equals if not better! The old men depended too much upon that "perfect specimen", they did not know what power we, no I possessed. And through it all, when it was my moment of glory, when I had all that power… Tyson, an untrained and unskilled commoner defeated me! I became nobody, a phantom, that was not how I wanted my reality, but to BioVolt that was the truth.
To an onlooker passing through the snow-covered park, the boy was just another face in the crowd. To the boy, he was a spectre with stirring passions that were untamed. They curled in his heart and burst like flames in his soul; he felt as if he had been denied his destiny. To any other person he simply did not exist, Russia had taken the defeat of their ruthless yet seemingly invincible Beyblade team badly. The BioVolt Corporation did not exist, and its Beyblading team members vanished. To the boy standing on the snow, his whole life felt like one clumsily crafted lie that just broke at a touch. He looked down to the small object in his hand. In this simple object, there had been the ultimate manifestation of power. And it had been all his, his to control. Now that had been taken away, all that remained where memories of a glorious past and the black nothingness of pain.
Every time I look at it, I can feel it. A feeling so strong it is over whelming. The call of the battle, my lust for the glory of victory and the thrill of power as I crush my opponent. This lust sings through my soul, it cries even more when I see it. My beyblade, this hunk of man-made material, how can it cause my soul to cry out and the need for battle stir in my veins? How, how is this even possible? My life is forfeit now I can no longer battle. That was taken away from me. When I think of it, my vision goes red, blood red. I seek vengeance but how can I pick it up if it has been taken away from me?
"Why?" Tala yelled as he forced some of his anger out to the world, something had to share his pain. The world could, because the world had taken away everything from him. Bitter, Tala cursed and stalked away from this public place of shame. Nothing was the same, everywhere he went he saw shame and lost opportunities. The other Demolition Boys where no help either, Bryan and Ivan had been captured by the BBA and Spencer had forsaken his team mates. It was believed he was the leader of a team of renegade bladers causing trouble for the Russian branch of the BBA. Tala knew any effort to restore his former glory would be futile, the organization known as the BBA would crush his attempts. He knew there was a chance that they, would try to assimilate him into their whole. He did not want that, one company had already turned him into a fighting machine; he could not let another do the same to him. Alone near a lonely lot he stared at his hands, the hands of a Beyblader, no a machine. The scars from his last battle still haunted him, they had long since faded but Tala knew they were there.
I am a ghost, trying to relive the old days from when I was someone. Now look at me, I am a wreck. I am weak!
Angry, he ran to the empty lot and picked up an old branch. The rage inside him intensified, he felt as if thousands of fire were burning him. A red film covered his vision, snarling Tala threw the stick down. It smashed, instead of calming him the rage burst up again and he grabbed another branch, this time bigger. He hurled it as far as he could. A beast of rage, furious at its own weakness had awakened. It moved across the lot towards a derelict car, the beast raised its mighty claw and struck the car with a staff of wood. Another strike, bam, and another, bam! The beast's heart pounded and waves of anger thundered in its ears. Destruction rained down on the car, Tala felt a small part of him was looking at his primal rage with an expression of pity or apprehension. Then it happened, something inside him called. A tiny voice at first, but it gradually overwhelmed the sounds of the pounding hits. Tala felt a familiar feeling it burst into his mind. Red and white colours flashed in his mind, a throbbing, hammering and seductive sensation. It called to him, like an old friend, a lover and an enemy.
Ahhh… what is this? It is… no, it can't be. I… I can't. I am weak! You hear me weak! This is not right, stay away from me! Get out of my soul, out of my head! Go… no, but yes. It calls… I can feel it, the heat of battle. The thrill of the fight, this is…
Yes, this is it! The lust for battle!
A familiar song sang in Tala's soul and veins. It started as a soft whispering, a song that he had heard long ago, to rise into a crescendo and to fall into a wave of more noise. It possessed him like a mad man, the song called to his deepest passions and his innermost self. His primal urge was awakened again; unconsciously he picked up his Beyblade launcher. A legacy of the past, now that past had resurrected from the dead. He aimed at the car, "3… 2… 1…" he whispered to himself, and launched. The blade was true to its owner; it spun chaotic but seemed to be making beautiful patterns in the air. The blade went this way and that, a flash of blade here and there, and then a slice of car fell off. Soon the car was no more than slivers of metal and shaved chunks. Tala caught his beyblade and he peered down at it. Was it possible, the spark he thought was lost was now here? His Bit Beast glimmered in the moonlight. He had been out here for so long, he had been unaware of the changes that occurred to the outside world. Smiling he placed the beyblade and launcher in his pocket. Kicking some of the larger chunks, he laughed out loud. The battle lust, it was here and he, Tala had controlled it. The euphoria of it added energy to his kicks; he had never felt like this before. And Tala enjoyed every minute of it. Collapsing back with laughter, he fell onto the snow and looked at the sky. Somewhere, out there was the world. The world that had turned its back on him, now it was the time for the world to once again see Tala. Only this time, the world will remember him. Tonight the stars painted a different picture. It was Tala, revenge and the sweet longing of battle that sang the rest of the nightlong.
A dark presence had long left Russia however on one cold night, it returned. However it brought with it a greater evil. An evil that hide itself well, Tala did not know of it, however it knew of Tala. Soon it would rear its head and not even Tala would be able to break from its bonds. For victory and battle seduced Tala and the darkness called him, promising him the ultimate victory for one thing. A Beyblader. Perhaps it was an after effect of Tala's mind or the passion of Beyblading. Or maybe even the devil had something to do with it. A cold wind blew, chilling the bones of many people. However to one boy, it felt like a bright light.
I am Tala! The power, it is here. No one will forget me now; past foes are now my new challengers. Tonight I was reborn, not in science but by my own desire. My battle lust, I will make them fear me. The battle cry of Tala will echo throughout the stadiums. Tyson, you will not be so smug from your victory. It feels… Victory, I crave the taste of it again. From now, I am Tala reborn and in my new state of being I will show them no mercy.
You understand? For I am Tala and I crave the lust for battle!
Author's Note: Beyblade belongs to TV Tokyo and other respected people; any original characters belong to me. That's the first side story for Beyblade Ultima; it is the first of many I have planned. I hope I didn't destroy Tala too much for fans out there. It does seem like he is going mad but no, I don't think he is. He's found something that he may have lost… But no, he's not going mad. Sorry for the over use of "lust" but that was all I could really define it as. Also my sincerest apologies for not updating, I'm back at school and completing my final year. I'll get back to the main story as soon as possible. If you have any suggestions for a side story, please email or comment about it. Thank you.