Title: Resurfacing
Authoress: Ladya C. Maxine
Rating: R
Summary: see chapter one.
Warnings: see chapter one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters. All unrecognizable characters belong solely to me and are not to be touched. I am not making any money off of this and I write with the sole intention to entertain.
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"No!!"
Looking up at the rapidly descending jaws, she raised her arm to defend her vulnerable neck. The gnashing teeth caught the fabric of her coat and ripped it open, just barely missing her skin.
But not for long.
The glowing irises of the huge canine rolled madly in its head, thick saliva dripping and spraying as the immense head thrashed about wildly. It was as if the bit beast was rabid.
Whatever the cause, the outcome would be that none of them in here would make it out alive unless the beast was somehow stopped.
"Look out, ma'am!" the standing guard shouted, kneeling next to his partner who, by some miracle, was still alive, though badly injured. Taking aim, the man lined the barrel of his gun at Wolborg's back and prepared to fire.
For some reason, she wanted to tell the man not to fire. Of course, she would most likely be killed, but at the same time she doubted it. Being this close to the creature she could see something that the others didn't; fear. The creature looked to be frightened. She could plainly see it burning beneath the initial rage.
Before she could say anything, though, and before the guard could even fire, Wolborg's ears perked, flitting towards the large door at the end of the hall.
No sooner had he done that when they burst open, the lumbering body of a mutant turtle charging at surprising speed towards where the wolf had the woman pinned.
Lowering her* head, the purple glowing bit beast slammed into the wolf's flank, just barely avoiding the jagged crystals that were sharper than ever in the wolf's rage. Not giving the snow bit beast time to recover, Draciel continued pushing until she had the wolf crushed against the wall with her mass bulk, effectively pinning him.
With the weight off her chest, Judy gasped for air, slowly rising to her knees. Mr. Dickenson handed her a handkerchief with which she dabbed at the shallow scrapes she had gotten during the 'scuffle'.
"Mom!"
"I'm okay, Max," she assured the blond as he ran up to her, blue eyes finally showing an emotion other than grief for the first time in a week.
"Oh man, what happened here?" Tyson asked, also coming out of his dark mood, if only for the moment, as he took in the site: the twisted door frame; the lone thick metal door lying on the ground, the bloody guard who had managed to sit up, holding his hand to his chest which had deep tear marks in it; Draciel struggling to keep a wild Wolborg in check.
Just then the rest of the guards came in, carrying bigger and more powerful weapons. Two carried the injured guard away while the others formed a protective barrier between the bit beasts and the people, immediately training their weapons on the two struggling bit beasts.
"Don't shoot the purple one!" the first guard ordered. "That one's on our side! Hey kid, call your own back!" he said, referring to Draciel.
Hesitating at first but then nodding, Max held out his blade.
"Draciel, return!"
Wolborg jumped to alert the moment his 'foe' returned to her blade. Not yet attacking, he lowered his head in warning and growled at the men, hunching muscular shoulders, prepared to take them all on.
"Steady, take careful aim. Aim between the eyes!" the head guard ordered.
"What are they thinking?! Nothing can kill a sacred spirit!" Kenny informed the rest, clutching Dizzy to his chest. "Their power is too great!"
"The weapons the guards are carrying aren't normal guns either," Mr. Dickenson explained as he, along with the other adults, stood before the teens, shielding them. "We use them at the BBA to keep savage bit beasts under control. The laser beams these guns emit momentarily scramble the cells in the bit beasts' bodies, forcing them to return to their blades. However, those are the ancient, true-blooded spirits. Wolborg is man-made; we don't know how he will react to this. It could quite possibly kill him," he said, turning to the doctor. "Is there no other way?"
"That creature is a threat to all those in this hospital. I understand you unwillingness but the lives of several hundred patients and personnel are at stake here. I'm sorry, Mr. Dickenson, but if bringing it down is the only way to stop it I must."
He raised his hand, signalling them to prepare to fire.
The rest of the adults, including Judy, were still hesitating and the Bladebreakers loudly protested. Ray, however, paid no attention to anything except the targeted creature.
'Something's not right here...'
Bit beasts didn't attack people, at least not without a reason. Amphilyon had been caught up in battle when it had tried to attack Tyson; and Falborg had been ordered by Bryan to attack him. But nothing here could have triggered Wolborg to attack.
Stepping away from the others, Ray studied the wolf's movements. Its body was rigged and fur bristled. Claws scraped the tiles floors and teeth snapped wetly. Ears flat against its head and bushy tail whipping madly back and forth. All signs of aggression yet something else was at work here.
As if sensing his stare, the wolf turned its eyes onto him and their gaze locked for a moment. Its eyes; they still glowed but something in them spoke of another emotion.
Something that wasn't anger. Almost like concern...
'Of course! Why hadn't anyone notice this already!'
"Fire on my count! 3...2...1..Fi--"
"NO!!"
"Hold your fire! Hold your fire!" the captain shouted, pushing down the weapons near to him, taking their aim off the wolf and the Chinese blader who now stood before it, arms stretched out as in to shield the animal.
"Ray! What are you doing?!" Tyson tried to get to his friend but Bruce held him back. "Ray!"
"Kid, get out of the way!"
"No! Don't hurt it!"
"Ray, come back here this instant!" Mr. Dickenson gasped, his heart beating rapidly at the blader's more than uncomfortable closeness to the bit beast.
"You don't understand! He isn't doing this because he's wild!"
"Kid, I'm ordering you to--"
"He's worried!" Ray shouted at the guard who fell silent. "He only attacked because he can't find Tala! He thinks that you guys have probably done something to him! It's like a parent protecting its child! All he wants is Tala!"
Some of the guards lowered their weapons fully, seeing the logic behind the boy's words. However, they raised them again when the wolf started to move.
Being *somewhat* less intent on attacking, Wolborg tilted his pointed snout into the air and sniffed when he detected a very familiar scent. Making a sound that could only be identified as a 'yip', he turned and inhaled again, his head slowly turning in different directions. Fixing on the hall before him, he started to follow the scent, his cautious steps escalating to a speedy trot when he became more and more convinced that he was going in the right direction. When there was no doubt left in his mind he began to run.
The guards followed, not about ready to trust the wolf on its own.
"Alright then, the four of you stay here--" Mr. Dickenson said to the bladers but Ray was already running, even passing the guards and disappearing down the hall. Left with no other choice, the rest followed.
The wolf turned a corner up ahead and a few seconds later Ray heard the scraping of claws against a door. Picking up speed, knowing that the wolf would easily break down the door, he skidded to a halt around the corner. Sure enough, Wolborg was scratching at a door, whimpering as it did so. When simple nudges and scratches didn't look like they could do the job he started to growl and Ray quickly walked over and turned to handle, opening the door before it could be blasted to pieces.
Wolborg pushed his way through impatiently and entered the room. Ray started to follow but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"That was the most reckless thing you've ever done, Ray," Mr. Dickenson scolded. "Your motive was pure and I applaud your insights but never risk yourself so openly again, alright?"
"Yes, sir."
"Man, talk about a heart-stopper. I thought you'd be wolf meat for sure."
Ray smiled apologetically to Tyson, then turned as Bruce now cautiously pushed the door fully open, two guards behind him and ready to fire should Wolborg attack again. What they found was the exact opposite of the raging beast of a few minutes ago.
The wolf stood completely still a few feet into the silent room, its back turned to them. Nothing on its body moved and it barely even blinked. Ears perked and head straight up, it remained motionless as it took in the sight before him. Finally, a small whimper was made and the ears drooped as the wolf approached the bed in which the red-head laid deep in sleep once more.
Everyone entered, keeping to the walls and silent as they watched. Most of them couldn't believe that this was the same beast that had almost killed two people.
Wolborg came to stand next to his blader's bed and whimpered louder but Tala didn't stir. With a worried whine, the wolf nudged the hand that lay close to him, licking as if trying to remove whatever it was that was making his master ill. It didn't work and with a puppy-like whimper, the large wolf rested its head on the mattress, eyes trained on the serene face, nose touching the pale hand just for the sake of contact.
From where she stood, Judy's heart went out the ice wolf. He had attacked her, yes, but only because he had been concerned for his master. The bit beast must have heard everything that had happened to Tala and the frustration of helplessness must have kept on building in him until the mere whispering of his name by his master had been enough to call him out of his blade.
"What are we going to do with it?" the doctor asked softly, erasing his first impression from the wolf as he watched the solemn creature. "Should we let it stay here?"
"Do you think that it could affect Tala's health?"
Wolborg raised itself on its hind legs, resting its large forepaws gently on the mattress. Using its nose, it nuzzled Tala's face, trying to rouse the silent blader. Giving a pale cheek a small lick, he rested his head on the barely rising chest, eyes watching the calm face intent for any changes.
Signalling the guards to return to their posts, the doctor sighed and shook his head.
"Affect him in a negative way? I don't think so."
"But a bit beast can't stay outside of their blade for too long. How are we going to get Wolborg back in his blade once his energy starts to run out?" Kenny asked, his knowledge on beyblades and bit beasts always at the ready to be shared.
"One problem at a time, Kenny," Bruce said. "For now Wolborg can stay with Tala. Hopefully it will realize that it must return when it feels itself weakening."
Watching the wolf as it continued to try and wake it blader, Ray truly doubted that but remained quiet. From what he had seen the wolf was ready to lay down its life for its master.
tbc...........
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*Not only do I make Dranzer a female, but Draciel too?! Why?
#1: I just find 'Draciel' to be a girl's name. Don't ask.
#2: If Draciel *is* male then he is the most effeminate one I've ever seen. I mean, listen to that "roar" it makes. Pretty lady-like if you ask me.
Read & Review, please.
Authoress: Ladya C. Maxine
Rating: R
Summary: see chapter one.
Warnings: see chapter one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters. All unrecognizable characters belong solely to me and are not to be touched. I am not making any money off of this and I write with the sole intention to entertain.
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"No!!"
Looking up at the rapidly descending jaws, she raised her arm to defend her vulnerable neck. The gnashing teeth caught the fabric of her coat and ripped it open, just barely missing her skin.
But not for long.
The glowing irises of the huge canine rolled madly in its head, thick saliva dripping and spraying as the immense head thrashed about wildly. It was as if the bit beast was rabid.
Whatever the cause, the outcome would be that none of them in here would make it out alive unless the beast was somehow stopped.
"Look out, ma'am!" the standing guard shouted, kneeling next to his partner who, by some miracle, was still alive, though badly injured. Taking aim, the man lined the barrel of his gun at Wolborg's back and prepared to fire.
For some reason, she wanted to tell the man not to fire. Of course, she would most likely be killed, but at the same time she doubted it. Being this close to the creature she could see something that the others didn't; fear. The creature looked to be frightened. She could plainly see it burning beneath the initial rage.
Before she could say anything, though, and before the guard could even fire, Wolborg's ears perked, flitting towards the large door at the end of the hall.
No sooner had he done that when they burst open, the lumbering body of a mutant turtle charging at surprising speed towards where the wolf had the woman pinned.
Lowering her* head, the purple glowing bit beast slammed into the wolf's flank, just barely avoiding the jagged crystals that were sharper than ever in the wolf's rage. Not giving the snow bit beast time to recover, Draciel continued pushing until she had the wolf crushed against the wall with her mass bulk, effectively pinning him.
With the weight off her chest, Judy gasped for air, slowly rising to her knees. Mr. Dickenson handed her a handkerchief with which she dabbed at the shallow scrapes she had gotten during the 'scuffle'.
"Mom!"
"I'm okay, Max," she assured the blond as he ran up to her, blue eyes finally showing an emotion other than grief for the first time in a week.
"Oh man, what happened here?" Tyson asked, also coming out of his dark mood, if only for the moment, as he took in the site: the twisted door frame; the lone thick metal door lying on the ground, the bloody guard who had managed to sit up, holding his hand to his chest which had deep tear marks in it; Draciel struggling to keep a wild Wolborg in check.
Just then the rest of the guards came in, carrying bigger and more powerful weapons. Two carried the injured guard away while the others formed a protective barrier between the bit beasts and the people, immediately training their weapons on the two struggling bit beasts.
"Don't shoot the purple one!" the first guard ordered. "That one's on our side! Hey kid, call your own back!" he said, referring to Draciel.
Hesitating at first but then nodding, Max held out his blade.
"Draciel, return!"
Wolborg jumped to alert the moment his 'foe' returned to her blade. Not yet attacking, he lowered his head in warning and growled at the men, hunching muscular shoulders, prepared to take them all on.
"Steady, take careful aim. Aim between the eyes!" the head guard ordered.
"What are they thinking?! Nothing can kill a sacred spirit!" Kenny informed the rest, clutching Dizzy to his chest. "Their power is too great!"
"The weapons the guards are carrying aren't normal guns either," Mr. Dickenson explained as he, along with the other adults, stood before the teens, shielding them. "We use them at the BBA to keep savage bit beasts under control. The laser beams these guns emit momentarily scramble the cells in the bit beasts' bodies, forcing them to return to their blades. However, those are the ancient, true-blooded spirits. Wolborg is man-made; we don't know how he will react to this. It could quite possibly kill him," he said, turning to the doctor. "Is there no other way?"
"That creature is a threat to all those in this hospital. I understand you unwillingness but the lives of several hundred patients and personnel are at stake here. I'm sorry, Mr. Dickenson, but if bringing it down is the only way to stop it I must."
He raised his hand, signalling them to prepare to fire.
The rest of the adults, including Judy, were still hesitating and the Bladebreakers loudly protested. Ray, however, paid no attention to anything except the targeted creature.
'Something's not right here...'
Bit beasts didn't attack people, at least not without a reason. Amphilyon had been caught up in battle when it had tried to attack Tyson; and Falborg had been ordered by Bryan to attack him. But nothing here could have triggered Wolborg to attack.
Stepping away from the others, Ray studied the wolf's movements. Its body was rigged and fur bristled. Claws scraped the tiles floors and teeth snapped wetly. Ears flat against its head and bushy tail whipping madly back and forth. All signs of aggression yet something else was at work here.
As if sensing his stare, the wolf turned its eyes onto him and their gaze locked for a moment. Its eyes; they still glowed but something in them spoke of another emotion.
Something that wasn't anger. Almost like concern...
'Of course! Why hadn't anyone notice this already!'
"Fire on my count! 3...2...1..Fi--"
"NO!!"
"Hold your fire! Hold your fire!" the captain shouted, pushing down the weapons near to him, taking their aim off the wolf and the Chinese blader who now stood before it, arms stretched out as in to shield the animal.
"Ray! What are you doing?!" Tyson tried to get to his friend but Bruce held him back. "Ray!"
"Kid, get out of the way!"
"No! Don't hurt it!"
"Ray, come back here this instant!" Mr. Dickenson gasped, his heart beating rapidly at the blader's more than uncomfortable closeness to the bit beast.
"You don't understand! He isn't doing this because he's wild!"
"Kid, I'm ordering you to--"
"He's worried!" Ray shouted at the guard who fell silent. "He only attacked because he can't find Tala! He thinks that you guys have probably done something to him! It's like a parent protecting its child! All he wants is Tala!"
Some of the guards lowered their weapons fully, seeing the logic behind the boy's words. However, they raised them again when the wolf started to move.
Being *somewhat* less intent on attacking, Wolborg tilted his pointed snout into the air and sniffed when he detected a very familiar scent. Making a sound that could only be identified as a 'yip', he turned and inhaled again, his head slowly turning in different directions. Fixing on the hall before him, he started to follow the scent, his cautious steps escalating to a speedy trot when he became more and more convinced that he was going in the right direction. When there was no doubt left in his mind he began to run.
The guards followed, not about ready to trust the wolf on its own.
"Alright then, the four of you stay here--" Mr. Dickenson said to the bladers but Ray was already running, even passing the guards and disappearing down the hall. Left with no other choice, the rest followed.
The wolf turned a corner up ahead and a few seconds later Ray heard the scraping of claws against a door. Picking up speed, knowing that the wolf would easily break down the door, he skidded to a halt around the corner. Sure enough, Wolborg was scratching at a door, whimpering as it did so. When simple nudges and scratches didn't look like they could do the job he started to growl and Ray quickly walked over and turned to handle, opening the door before it could be blasted to pieces.
Wolborg pushed his way through impatiently and entered the room. Ray started to follow but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"That was the most reckless thing you've ever done, Ray," Mr. Dickenson scolded. "Your motive was pure and I applaud your insights but never risk yourself so openly again, alright?"
"Yes, sir."
"Man, talk about a heart-stopper. I thought you'd be wolf meat for sure."
Ray smiled apologetically to Tyson, then turned as Bruce now cautiously pushed the door fully open, two guards behind him and ready to fire should Wolborg attack again. What they found was the exact opposite of the raging beast of a few minutes ago.
The wolf stood completely still a few feet into the silent room, its back turned to them. Nothing on its body moved and it barely even blinked. Ears perked and head straight up, it remained motionless as it took in the sight before him. Finally, a small whimper was made and the ears drooped as the wolf approached the bed in which the red-head laid deep in sleep once more.
Everyone entered, keeping to the walls and silent as they watched. Most of them couldn't believe that this was the same beast that had almost killed two people.
Wolborg came to stand next to his blader's bed and whimpered louder but Tala didn't stir. With a worried whine, the wolf nudged the hand that lay close to him, licking as if trying to remove whatever it was that was making his master ill. It didn't work and with a puppy-like whimper, the large wolf rested its head on the mattress, eyes trained on the serene face, nose touching the pale hand just for the sake of contact.
From where she stood, Judy's heart went out the ice wolf. He had attacked her, yes, but only because he had been concerned for his master. The bit beast must have heard everything that had happened to Tala and the frustration of helplessness must have kept on building in him until the mere whispering of his name by his master had been enough to call him out of his blade.
"What are we going to do with it?" the doctor asked softly, erasing his first impression from the wolf as he watched the solemn creature. "Should we let it stay here?"
"Do you think that it could affect Tala's health?"
Wolborg raised itself on its hind legs, resting its large forepaws gently on the mattress. Using its nose, it nuzzled Tala's face, trying to rouse the silent blader. Giving a pale cheek a small lick, he rested his head on the barely rising chest, eyes watching the calm face intent for any changes.
Signalling the guards to return to their posts, the doctor sighed and shook his head.
"Affect him in a negative way? I don't think so."
"But a bit beast can't stay outside of their blade for too long. How are we going to get Wolborg back in his blade once his energy starts to run out?" Kenny asked, his knowledge on beyblades and bit beasts always at the ready to be shared.
"One problem at a time, Kenny," Bruce said. "For now Wolborg can stay with Tala. Hopefully it will realize that it must return when it feels itself weakening."
Watching the wolf as it continued to try and wake it blader, Ray truly doubted that but remained quiet. From what he had seen the wolf was ready to lay down its life for its master.
tbc...........
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*Not only do I make Dranzer a female, but Draciel too?! Why?
#1: I just find 'Draciel' to be a girl's name. Don't ask.
#2: If Draciel *is* male then he is the most effeminate one I've ever seen. I mean, listen to that "roar" it makes. Pretty lady-like if you ask me.
Read & Review, please.