The Destiny of the Descendants
Disclaimer: ...OK, that's enough!! If you can't understand that I DO NOT OWN BEYBLADE, you SHOULD NOT be reading in the first place, peoples!!
And by the way, the anonymous reviewer named "Kai" (who makes Kai-chan look SOOOOOOOOOO bad!!) said I was mixing up time periods... This is not exactly true. Let's say, that the descendants go through the same things as their ancestors, or maybe I should just call this fic A/U because the Bladebreakers are from the show, but there was never anything mentioned about their ancestors... except they already knew the Saint Shields, and everything... so there!! Make sense? No? Ah, you'll catch on... hopefully. Sorry about the long time it took to update... I'm trying to get through grade 8... I have no homework tonight, so I paid extra attention to this... good thing not a lot of people were on MSN...
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"So where is she?!?" Tyson demanded.
"I thought you didn't like her," Joseph taunted.
Kai cut off Tyson's reply. "This is no time for jokes."
Ozuma replied, "Kai's right. They're setting up some kind of experiment, and guess who the lab rat is?"
"Sora!" Ray exclaimed in worry.
"Bingo," Mariam said, matter-of-factly.
"What are they going to do to her?" Max asked, distressed.
Silence.
"Where is she?" Kai demanded quietly, dangerously. No one dared to make a joke against him after seeing the expression on his face.
"Follow me," Ozuma ordered, ushering them into a hidden entrance.
The Saint Shields had led the Bladebreakers to an supposedly abandoned warehouse at the edge of town. The Bladebreakers hadn't looked there because it was supposed to be abandoned, they couldn't find an entrance that was usable, and because that was about the place they stopped looking.
"Which way?" Max asked in wonder, staring down each of the 6 hallways.
"Let's split up," Ray suggested.
"Right," Ozuma said. "Mariam, Joseph, Dunga." He gestured to the hallways and the three took off into separate hallways. "You make your own little teams." He went down a fourth hallway.
"Well then," Kai said. "Ray, Tyson. Max, Kenny, with me." The two teams said their goodbyes, and went their separate ways.
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"Well, hurry up!!"
Joseph turned at the sound. Through the darkness, Joseph spotted a heat vent. He pulled off the grating gently. Placing a hand on the metal inside, he found it warm but not unbearable. Being early winter, he found it quite warm outside, but he was from a cold place. He found 20º C boiling. Geez, he thought, only about -15º C. How can anyone find that cold?
He quietly crawled through the heat vent peeking through everytime he got to an opening or some grating. Soon, however, he was faced with a problem. The path split in two. Joseph had heard nothing since he climbed in the vent. What to do?
"You idiot, before she wakes up!!" was heard from Joseph's left path.
Joseph quickly and silently shot through the dark metal space. He peered through the metal grating.
Two grey-haired men in lab suits and a hooded figure were talking.
"She's waking up, sir!" One of the scientists said.
"Again?" The hooded figure snarled.
The other one replied, "Yes, sir. The last one wasn't strong enough to keep her out any longer."
"Then give her another one!"
The second one said nervously, "Sir, that could damage..." He looked around apprehensively, then glanced at a large tube. It was filled with a green liquid, and Sora was floating in it. The scientist bent his head closer to the hooded figure and whispered something.
"Well, do something!! I waited 7 years for this!! I shall not wait any longer!" It was a hiss, the kind that made you shiver and gave you goosebumps.
"Sir," the first one suggested, "we could give her a mild anaesthetic to keep her long enough to..." His voice trailed off. "Well, you know."
"Then do it!" After a brief pause, it added, "And turn up the heat! You know I can't stand cold temperatures..."
"Yes, sir!" The first one answered.
The second one dashed to a console. "Right away, sir!"
Joseph felt sweat dripping down his back as the temperature in the cramped vent rose and the surroundings slowly dissolved to fuzziness...
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Mariam tried not to wince. The room she had come across smelled horrible, as if it carried the very stench of evil... For some reason, there were black pieces of cloth piled inside a containment tube. She tapped a console cautiously. Suddenly, the top of the containment tube opened up.
She took two steps towards it apprehensively. There was a bright light out of nowhere, and Mariam shielded her eyes.
Mariam felt a surge of uneasiness as she staggered back a few steps. She pushed herself and managed to get to the console and close the tube again. Then she felt like she was falling, and fall she did. Mariam fell to the floor, fading out of consciousness and into darkness...
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Dunga frowned. Nothing. He had been walking for at least 15 minutes and had found nothing but hallway. To keep himself occupied, he was running his fingers along the cold wall on his right.
Without warning, the surface disappeared. Dunga stared. In the darkness, he could just make out a small room. He pushed his way into the space, a little painfully.
There was no light in this space, a very small room, either. In fact, there seemed to be... nothing in the room. It was empty. Dunga walked around the small space, searching more thoroughly. Finding nothing, he walked into the middle of the room, expecting something to happen.
And something did. Dunga fell through a trap door, struggling to grab hold of something... but there was nothing to grab on to...
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Oh dear, oh dear. What to become of the great Saint Shields, and what will Ozuma encounter? The Bladebreakers? You'll just have to wait and see, people!! R+R please!