Destiny of the Descendants

Disclaimer: Me no own Beyblade.

Sorry for such a late update. I COULD bore you with the story of how I finished the chapter and how it got wiped out by my reboot cd, and how much school work I had because report cards were coming up, and so on. But neither of us has the time/patience for that. So, let's just get on with the chapter.

"Sir, she's coming around!"

"What?! Again?!"

The woman flinched, then nodded. "Yes, sir. The last sedative couldn't hold her long enough..."

"So give her another one," the boss's voice as smooth as ice and just as cold.

"But sir... T-That might damage..." The scientist lowered her voice and muttered something.

The boss cursed loudly. "We don't have a choice. I've waited so long - TOO long - for this! I CANNOT WAIT ANY LONGER," he roared, everyone in the lab jumping back with a wince and shudder.

He walked up to the tube where Sora floated in green liquid and spoke softly, though his volume didn't hide his anger. "Well, Sora Tsuki... you've proved quite a challenge. But get this through your thick head - I win. I have won and will win. And there's nothing you can do about it." His voice suddenly raised, and his twisted mouth emitted a noise from comic books... "MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"


"You okay?"

Max wheeled around. "Dunga! Where did you come from?"

"Fell through a trapdoor," he grunted.

"I didn't hear you," Max said suspiciously. Dunga was a hard guy to miss, especially if he fell.

Dunga jumped, surprising Max. The floor absorbed his every move and landing silently.

Max asked, somewhat unconvinced, "What was that thing back there?" He ran a finger along the fresh cut on his right cheek, which was pouring blood down the side of his face. It mingled with stray strands of blond hair as it dripped off his chin, turning them a nasty brown colour, and staining his overalls.

Dunga shrugged. "Probably another trap... Max, you're going to bleed to death if we don't get something for that cut."

"I'm fine," Max lied insistantly. "We should worry about Sora - who knows what they could do to her!"

Dunga paused. "Max..."

He interrupted firmly, "No."

"Wha?" Dunga asked, dumbstruck.

"I know what you're gonna say." Max said, fire blazing in his eyes. "But my health is less important than the health of the team."

Dunga growled angrily, "What IS it with you Bladebreaker kids?! Stubborn little..."

Max grinned lopsidedly. The blood trickled around his mouth in a jagged stream, flowing away from the dried blood already stroked down his cheek, following the trail down to his chin, and dripping off. "We prefer 'determined.'" He halted. "So, let's go."

Dunga didn't say anything else. There was no arguing with a 'determined' Bladebreaker.

"Hmm... these walls feel funny..." Max thought aloud.

"So?!" snapped Dunga in reply.

"Maybe..."

Dunga asked nonchalantly, "Maybe what?" Then he stopped in mid-stride. There was a mischevious look growing on the blond's face, like when a child is about to play what they think is the most hilarious prank ever. And that made Dunga feel nervous... Something he wasn't very often. He had a feeling he would not like what Max was about to say.

"Maybe...maybe we can use these walls to our advantage."

"H-How?" Dunga felt the feeling of uneasiness grow as Max outlined his plan. His prediction was accurate - he didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.

Kai paused a moment at the intersection, taking a few long breaths. Then he heard a soft crash from the right fork. He ran rage-filled down the short corridor, almost flying into the room at the end. He peered in cautiously. "Mariam?"

She rubbed her forehead and blinked. "I think I'm alright... had a nasty crash back there. Knocked over a few boxes, that's all. So, let's go find your girl."

Kai was too tired and desperate to correct her on "your girl." He was also too distracted to notice 2 important things:

1) Mariam was pulling her blade and launcher out of her pockets slowly.
2) There were no boxes in the room.

"Hey Kenny!!"

The called boy nearly jumped 2 feet in shock. Shuddering, he greeted, "Shh, Ray!"

The Asian boy paused. "What? What's wrong?"

"Quiet!" he hissed uncharacteristically.

"Nice to see you, too," he muttered sarcastically as he stepped up beside him.

"Don't mind him," Dizzi said. "He's just shaking in his boots because we figured out something about this place."

"What?" Ray asked curiously. "What did you find out?"

"Actually, Ray, I was getting to that."

"Oh boy," Dizzi murmured.

"Dizzi!" Ray exclaimed. "Come on, Chief, what did you figure out?!"

"Well, you see..." Kenny started nervously.

Yes, that is the end of the chapter. Why? Because for once, I actually wrote a cliffy. A few, actually. And 'cause I got homework. And 'cause my dad just felt like installing Windows XP on my computer when I was at school, before he left for work. Oh yeah, did I mention it's the Chinese version and nearly wiped out my project that's due in a couple of days? And I'm really crappy at Chinese. I quit Chinese school - I didn't learn anything there anyway. AND I've never used Windows XP before. So right now, I'm using a computer that won't display a language I can read even somewhat, a version of Windows I've never used, AND I don't have an internet connection right now. So by the time you're reading this, I have either decided to blow Windows Xp Professional Chinese Edition to dust and begged my bro to help me re-install my router and stuff, or I have threatened a friend to type it up and not lose it. *glare* So, right now, I really feel pathetic 'cause it's all Chinese except for some filenames. AND Windows XP doesn't come with Staroffice, so I'm stuck using Notepad. And writing using HTML tags was never that easy for me. So right now, I will finish with my classic saying: Damn school. And please R+R! Or you'll never see another update. And I'm NOT joking.