Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade, and will not be making any profit from this story

Darkness Lurking

By

Super_Guy_In_Tights

((Here is the second chapter for those who finished the first without leaving it behind

for others. :), anyway, I tried to add a little action for you. Although it is short,

expect some beyblade battles next chappy))

CHAPTER 2 - The First Victim

"ALRIGHT!!" Cried Peter, just having finished the lettter. "This.....This...This

is ubelievable!"

"Keep it down, BOY!" Screamed Hugh from the top of the stairs.

'The tickets,' Peter thought, he tore the rest of the envelope open to find two

different tickets. They read:

Shearer, Peter

Dickinson Experess

10:00 AM from Centrel Vancouver Train Station

To Florence, Oregon

Shearer, Peter

Dickinson Cruise Line #557

8:00 PM from Florence, Oregon

To Dickinson Island

Peter stuff them into his pocket. He checked his watch. It read '9:30'

"Oh crud!" Peter exclaimed, "I only have 30 minutes to get to the station!"

Peter bounded from his bed to his trunk packing up things as fast as he could. He

muttered what he was putting in as he did it.

"Beyblade, launcher, shirt, shirt, shirt, pants, pants, pants...." Peter paused, then he

reached under his bed and pulled out his only good shirt. This really wasn't wearable as it had

been given to him as a baby, and Peter couldn't wear it now being 14. The picture on the front showed a

great spirit erupting from a great yellow blade. He carefully lowered this little good luck charm into

his trunk.

Peter then lifted his suitcase and ran up the stairs, stepping through the large hole in which Uncle

Hugh had pounded into the door. He ran into the kitchen and found Helen nibbling on a cookie.

"Um, Aunt Helen, could you possibly.." Peter paused, knowing it was no good as soon as the words

were uttered from his mouth, "Could you possibly call me a taxi?"

"Of course not!" She said back, appualed. "If you should like to visit that school then do so on your

own time, don't waste mine."

"Fine!" Peter said in a fit. He stormed out of the kitchen, 'borrowing' some money from his Aunt's purse

for the taxi. He slammed the door behind him. He ran as fast as he could to the busiest street around the neighborhood

which was a ten minute walk normally, but at a run you could probably reach it in five. Peter was counting

on this factor as he ran.

Finally, as he reached the street, he called a taxi, threw his trunk in the back and was off. It

took about fifteen minutes to get to the train station, but he told the driver to hurry, assuring him

that he would be paid extra if he did. That was all the the taxi man needed to know, and he sped off,

swerving left and right through traffic as only a taxi driver could.

Then something happened. The taxi driver lurched forward, a fresh wound was seen bleeding through

the hole in the seat. Peter threw up as he saw straight through the gaping hole in the man's chest and

out the window.

Breathing hard and feeling sicker than ever, just getting over the initial shock of the taxi driver's untimely

death he climbed into the front seat, opened the door, and through the dead taxi driver out.

"What in the world?" He wondered outloud, "Why would someone just kill a taxi driver......unless he

or she was....." Peter paused, thinking that the idea was too crazy, "Unless the person was after me!"

'Well...' Peter thought, 'I guess it's my turn to learn how to drive.'

With that, Peter shoved the accelerator down hard. The car zoomed forward. Peter held his breath

with every swerve and turn. He only had ten minutes to get there and board the train. He could hear

the faint noise of police sirenes in the background.

"Damnit!" Peter yelled, slamming his fist on the dashboard. He knew that he couldn't outrun two cops.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the turn for the train station. He did one

final daring swerve, and proceeded to run straight into one of the cop's Fords. He leapt out and ran as

fast as he could into the train station. The policeman had climbed out of the ruined car and was

chasing after him.

Peter turned a corner and ran straight into a tall man with silvery blue hair. So did the cop.

The tall man gave a small wave of his hand, and the cop opened his mouth stupidly, about to speak.

"Uh, what happened?" He said in a heavy Texan accent.

"You ran into this boy just a minute ago." The tall man replied calmy.

"I did? A shucks, sorry kid." The policeman began to walk off, speaking to himself, " I musta

been doing something...."

"Uh.....what just happened?" Peter said. Then remembering his manners, he added "Sir."

"I was alerted of your troubles with the police force, and promptly did a little trick." He

said. Seeing Peter's puzzled look, he added "You know, played with is mind a little."

"Um, ok. Look, I would like to chat and all, but I gotta be on this train in like two min-" Peter was

interrupted befor he could finish.

"I know about your train." The tall man replied. Held out his hand. "Hello, I'm Kai, the headmaster at

Dickinson's."

Peter took the first proper look at his 'rescuer'. "Hey, aren't you that guy from the Bey-" He was

interrupted by Kai again.

"The Blade Breakers? Yeah, I was." He gave a little smile, "Don't mention that again. Listen, we

better be going now or we'll miss the train. You can ride with me and a couple of other kids. I'll tell

you personally about everything that just happened." Kai finished, adding the last sentence rather

mysteriously as Peter found it hard to understand.

"Don't be shy, come on, let's go."

Peter took Kai's hand and was hauled up. They both started out in the direction of the train.

((Well, there it is. Hope you liked it :). The next chappy will be here soon. Just as soon as I get

another chance to upload. Plz R&R, I NEED feedback))