How Does He Live Like That? 13
Disclaimer- I don't own Beyblade. I just own this fanfic and there's nothing you can do about that. ^_^
*yells until throat is hoarse* YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE BLADEBREAKERS WON THE TOURNAMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RAY KICKED BRIAN'S @$$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE GOT THEIR BIT-BEASTS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BEYBLADE IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, I'm done yelling, for now. I'm glad you guys like this fic!
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Kenny ran through the hall as fast as he can. He didn't stop running until he had gotten into a random room and locked the door. He sighed with relief. 'Whatever that made that noise downstairs probably wouldn't look in here.' He thought to himself. Then he slightly relaxed a bit and looked around. But when he saw his surroundings he immediately tensed up again. He wasn't just in any old random room. He was now in a long dark staircase. He gulped and turned and put a hand on the doorknob and tried to turn it but it wouldn't move.
'Oh god. Now I'm going to get it,' he thought. He glanced down at the stairs. "Well, I might as well check it out." He said bravely, although brave was exactly what he wasn't at the moment.
He cautiously placed one foot on the staircase and shifted his weight slightly over it, as if expecting it to crumble at his feet. Nothing happened so far. He shifted a little more of his weight on it and repeated the process until the weight of his whole foot was on it.
"So far so good." He thought out loud. He hesitated for a while before quickly placing his other foot on the step and immediately closed his eyes fearing for the worst. He waited for a few seconds to see what would happen. When he felt like that it was safe, he bravely took another step down. He would stop once in a while to make sure that he wouldn't step on a booby-trap or something like that.
"Always remember the ABCs of safety," he told himself, just so that he didn't seem scared, "A for acting safely. B for being safe. C for cautiousness..." He started, slowly advancing forward. "...D for danger prone. E for escaping first. F for fleeing. G for getting help. H for hesitation..."
He gingerly took another step forward but then he suddenly heard a loud cracking sound.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!" he shrieked and forgetting all the 'calm-and-collected' stuff', ran down the rest of the stairs and slammed into a door at the end of the staircase. "Ow." He muttered, rubbing his head.
Then he examined the door. It was extremely tall and wide. Kenny slowly ran his fingers across it, brushing away a bit of dust, which revealed a large handprint, indented into the door.
"This thing must have been left alone here for quite a while." He observed, absent-mindedly placing his hand inside the print. Suddenly, the door swung open without any warning, knocking Kenny onto the ground.
"I should really stop doing that." Said Kenny to himself, getting up from the ground. He peered through the doorway and saw rolls and rolls of bookcases. A dim light coming from a small book on one of the shelves. His curiosity getting better of his fear, Kenny reached over and prodded the book.
A gigantic hole opened up in the ground. Kenny yelped and quickly dropped to his knees and rolled out of the way just in time.
"Phew. Close one. I don't think that I can stand to stay here for another minute!" he exclaimed and hurried back to the staircase and not looking back. But if he did, he would have noticed a small black cauldron glowing inside the hole.
When he got to the top of the staircase, he was startled to find the door wide open. 'That's strange.' He thought. 'I could have sworn that it was locked a few minutes ago.' But he didn't have any more time to ponder over this because a loud scream suddenly erupted from the kitchen downstairs.
(A/N Oh my god! I'm making this sound like a horror movie! I'd better not keep this up or I'll have to change the Genre for this fic!)
~Meanwhile~
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"screamed Kai. Ray and Max heard him scream and ran into the kitchen. They quickly turned on the light and saw...
... 'Kai' lying on the floor with a part of his back against the wall of the stove with 'Tyson' lying across his stomach. 'Kai' also had his hands around 'Tyson's' neck. (A/N *suddenly notices you having wrong thoughts and hits you over the head* IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!!)
Ray was looking down at them oddly. Max was looking as though he might faint.
"Um, Kai. What just happened here?" asked Ray, finally, glancing around. Tables and chairs were strewn all over the room and broken dishes littered the ground. Kai got off Tyson slowly, slow enough to show that he wasn't guilty or afraid and fast enough to show that he wasn't comfortable with his position.
"How am I supposed to know? It was like this when I got here." He said, trying not to show that he had been afraid.
"Um, Kai? Why were you lying on top of Tyson?" asked Max.
"I fell." He replied simply, regaining his composure. Suddenly, the Chief burst into the room, panting.
"What's---going---on?" he asked.
"Someone screamed. That's all." Replied Max, turning to Kenny. "Where have you been? You look so stressed out." He noted.
"You guys you wouldn't BELIEVE what I just found---What happened to this place?" he asked, looking around at the scattered chairs and broken dishes. Then he noticed Tyson, lying against the stove as a finishing touch to the scene, looking very unconscious.
"And what happened to him?" he asked, addressing the boy on the floor. Max, Kai and Ray looked at each other (A/N Yes, EVEN Kai.) and shrugged. Kenny walked over to him and started to shake him.
"Tyson! Wake up!" he shouted but got not the slightest reaction. "C'mon! You'll catch a cold!" he yelled again, this time slightly louder. Not happened at all. Kenny took a deep breath.
"WAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he shrieked but received no response. Then he started shaking Tyson as hard as he could but for all his efforts, he might as well be shaking a footstool. "Hey, Max, you give it a try!" exclaimed Kenny, totally exhausted.
"I know how to wake him up." Said Max, bending over. "Hey Tyson, the pancakes are ready!" he exclaimed. Pause. Silence. "I said that the pancakes are ready!" said Max, slight louder than before. Still no reaction. Then Max took a deep breath.
"PAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AKKKKKKKEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!" he shrieked but also received no response. "Darn, that usually works all the time." He said sadly. "Hey Kai, you give it a try!"
Kai walked over and kicked Tyson in the gut. "Get up." He said monotonously and not surprised when he received no answer. "There. I tried." He said, walking away again.
"That was a try?!" asked Max incredulously.
"Well, I didn't see you do any better." Shot Kai. Max just sighed and turned to Ray. "Hey Ray, do you got any ideas?" he asked hopefully. Ray was crouching beside the stove looking at something.
"Hey guys, what do you think this is?" he asked. Everyone rushed over except Kai, who just walked calmly over. Ray was holding a small bottle/jar with a colored label that read: Mac's Instant Reaction Painkillers and half a pill. Kenny, who recognized the jar gave a loud shriek.
"Guys, I think that we may have a problem here."
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*monotone* Hehehe. I'm so evil. I would write more but I'm too tired. I'm so tired that I might fall asleep any min--- *suddenly falls over and starts snoring* Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... I'M SO COLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzz... GO RAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Thanks so much for reviewing! *yawns* Well, me go sleepy now. Bye.
Disclaimer- I don't own Beyblade. I just own this fanfic and there's nothing you can do about that. ^_^
*yells until throat is hoarse* YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE BLADEBREAKERS WON THE TOURNAMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RAY KICKED BRIAN'S @$$!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYONE GOT THEIR BIT-BEASTS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BEYBLADE IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, I'm done yelling, for now. I'm glad you guys like this fic!
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Kenny ran through the hall as fast as he can. He didn't stop running until he had gotten into a random room and locked the door. He sighed with relief. 'Whatever that made that noise downstairs probably wouldn't look in here.' He thought to himself. Then he slightly relaxed a bit and looked around. But when he saw his surroundings he immediately tensed up again. He wasn't just in any old random room. He was now in a long dark staircase. He gulped and turned and put a hand on the doorknob and tried to turn it but it wouldn't move.
'Oh god. Now I'm going to get it,' he thought. He glanced down at the stairs. "Well, I might as well check it out." He said bravely, although brave was exactly what he wasn't at the moment.
He cautiously placed one foot on the staircase and shifted his weight slightly over it, as if expecting it to crumble at his feet. Nothing happened so far. He shifted a little more of his weight on it and repeated the process until the weight of his whole foot was on it.
"So far so good." He thought out loud. He hesitated for a while before quickly placing his other foot on the step and immediately closed his eyes fearing for the worst. He waited for a few seconds to see what would happen. When he felt like that it was safe, he bravely took another step down. He would stop once in a while to make sure that he wouldn't step on a booby-trap or something like that.
"Always remember the ABCs of safety," he told himself, just so that he didn't seem scared, "A for acting safely. B for being safe. C for cautiousness..." He started, slowly advancing forward. "...D for danger prone. E for escaping first. F for fleeing. G for getting help. H for hesitation..."
He gingerly took another step forward but then he suddenly heard a loud cracking sound.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!" he shrieked and forgetting all the 'calm-and-collected' stuff', ran down the rest of the stairs and slammed into a door at the end of the staircase. "Ow." He muttered, rubbing his head.
Then he examined the door. It was extremely tall and wide. Kenny slowly ran his fingers across it, brushing away a bit of dust, which revealed a large handprint, indented into the door.
"This thing must have been left alone here for quite a while." He observed, absent-mindedly placing his hand inside the print. Suddenly, the door swung open without any warning, knocking Kenny onto the ground.
"I should really stop doing that." Said Kenny to himself, getting up from the ground. He peered through the doorway and saw rolls and rolls of bookcases. A dim light coming from a small book on one of the shelves. His curiosity getting better of his fear, Kenny reached over and prodded the book.
A gigantic hole opened up in the ground. Kenny yelped and quickly dropped to his knees and rolled out of the way just in time.
"Phew. Close one. I don't think that I can stand to stay here for another minute!" he exclaimed and hurried back to the staircase and not looking back. But if he did, he would have noticed a small black cauldron glowing inside the hole.
When he got to the top of the staircase, he was startled to find the door wide open. 'That's strange.' He thought. 'I could have sworn that it was locked a few minutes ago.' But he didn't have any more time to ponder over this because a loud scream suddenly erupted from the kitchen downstairs.
(A/N Oh my god! I'm making this sound like a horror movie! I'd better not keep this up or I'll have to change the Genre for this fic!)
~Meanwhile~
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"screamed Kai. Ray and Max heard him scream and ran into the kitchen. They quickly turned on the light and saw...
... 'Kai' lying on the floor with a part of his back against the wall of the stove with 'Tyson' lying across his stomach. 'Kai' also had his hands around 'Tyson's' neck. (A/N *suddenly notices you having wrong thoughts and hits you over the head* IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK!!!)
Ray was looking down at them oddly. Max was looking as though he might faint.
"Um, Kai. What just happened here?" asked Ray, finally, glancing around. Tables and chairs were strewn all over the room and broken dishes littered the ground. Kai got off Tyson slowly, slow enough to show that he wasn't guilty or afraid and fast enough to show that he wasn't comfortable with his position.
"How am I supposed to know? It was like this when I got here." He said, trying not to show that he had been afraid.
"Um, Kai? Why were you lying on top of Tyson?" asked Max.
"I fell." He replied simply, regaining his composure. Suddenly, the Chief burst into the room, panting.
"What's---going---on?" he asked.
"Someone screamed. That's all." Replied Max, turning to Kenny. "Where have you been? You look so stressed out." He noted.
"You guys you wouldn't BELIEVE what I just found---What happened to this place?" he asked, looking around at the scattered chairs and broken dishes. Then he noticed Tyson, lying against the stove as a finishing touch to the scene, looking very unconscious.
"And what happened to him?" he asked, addressing the boy on the floor. Max, Kai and Ray looked at each other (A/N Yes, EVEN Kai.) and shrugged. Kenny walked over to him and started to shake him.
"Tyson! Wake up!" he shouted but got not the slightest reaction. "C'mon! You'll catch a cold!" he yelled again, this time slightly louder. Not happened at all. Kenny took a deep breath.
"WAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he shrieked but received no response. Then he started shaking Tyson as hard as he could but for all his efforts, he might as well be shaking a footstool. "Hey, Max, you give it a try!" exclaimed Kenny, totally exhausted.
"I know how to wake him up." Said Max, bending over. "Hey Tyson, the pancakes are ready!" he exclaimed. Pause. Silence. "I said that the pancakes are ready!" said Max, slight louder than before. Still no reaction. Then Max took a deep breath.
"PAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AKKKKKKKEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!" he shrieked but also received no response. "Darn, that usually works all the time." He said sadly. "Hey Kai, you give it a try!"
Kai walked over and kicked Tyson in the gut. "Get up." He said monotonously and not surprised when he received no answer. "There. I tried." He said, walking away again.
"That was a try?!" asked Max incredulously.
"Well, I didn't see you do any better." Shot Kai. Max just sighed and turned to Ray. "Hey Ray, do you got any ideas?" he asked hopefully. Ray was crouching beside the stove looking at something.
"Hey guys, what do you think this is?" he asked. Everyone rushed over except Kai, who just walked calmly over. Ray was holding a small bottle/jar with a colored label that read: Mac's Instant Reaction Painkillers and half a pill. Kenny, who recognized the jar gave a loud shriek.
"Guys, I think that we may have a problem here."
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*monotone* Hehehe. I'm so evil. I would write more but I'm too tired. I'm so tired that I might fall asleep any min--- *suddenly falls over and starts snoring* Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... I'M SO COLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzz... GO RAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Thanks so much for reviewing! *yawns* Well, me go sleepy now. Bye.