Prologue: a new beginning, or the end?

The lights of Biovolt were out, sudden bloodcurdling screams were heard as a young girl came through the corridor, inspecting their needs through the mere scent of blood, followed by the sound of a whip. Eyes watered, the black hair that belonged to her flew back in the wind as a dance entranced them into the courtship of the wind, the young Chinese girl of only ten realized her friends were being punished by pure pain for losing a beyblade battle.

Her small hand reached for the doorknob and she swung the door open, waiting to see what was happening inside, but at the pure sight of it, she fell to her knees and into tears, a red-headed boy held a long whip in his hand, afraid to use it, he threw it away and ran to her weeping form, but instead, he was whipped to be disciplined of showing any feelings.

A man with purple hair smiled evilly, letting the whip crack upon the younger Russian's back, after all, he was only thirteen, and the red-head had a lot to learn if he were to win the Russian Championships and purge the world into bey-cloning forever.