Crimson: Hey everybody. I thought that I would write a second chapter to this because...well...just because I can.

Warnings:...um nothing really. Except for an extremely insane Tyson, if being insane is something bad! (grins)

Dedications: This chapter is dedicated to Mei Lee Mao, just because she is awesome and I have made her (and everyone else for that matter) wait soooo long for my updates! Sorry Mei!

Thank you's: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! Yes, I know that I'm getting lazy by thanking everyone at the same time, but give me a break! I've got a bit of a headache!

-They Made Me Do It-

Chapter 2

-The Aftermath-

At the scene of the crime Mr. Dickinson watched in silence as Tyson was drug away in a straight jacket. The old man sighed when the young bluenette began to struggle. He walked up to the once happy child and shook his head in disappointment.
"Why did you do it, Tyson?" He asked the grief of finding so many people that he had cared for murdered evident in his voice. He felt a fatherly responsibility for them and missed them dearly. Tyson smiled almost like his normal self.
"I didn't do it because I wanted to, Mr. D, they made me do it. I miss them...but they gave me no other choice." He continued to smile as if no wrong had been done, as if his four best friends weren't slain by his own hands, he smiled as if he had no worries in the world. Mr. Dickinson couldn't hold back the tear that ran a path down his weathered face. He didn't blame the child for what he had done, in fact he felt sorry for Tyson the most of all of them. The others were safe and hopefully happy up in heaven, whereas Tyson was stuck here, to forever be haunted by his past...and to never find peace is most definitely a fate worse than death. And the old man never answered as he watched the doors of the truck close and drive away, taking Tyson to the local insane asylum of Bey City. Mr. Dickinson took a minute to think of those who were dead before leaving himself.

'Rei, a very balanced young man. He always had a great sense of right and wrong, and looked out for his fellow teammates. I'm sure that he will be greatly missed by many including his old team, the White Tigers.'

'Max, the bubbly blonde. He was always there to help everyone remain hopeful, he kept the morale of the team up at all times. I hate to have to tell his mother of his death.'

'Kai, he wasn't always the friendliest guy ever but he always came through for them in the end. He was very distant at first but over the years that somehow changed, and I can't help but think that Tyson played a part in that miracle. He will be missed as well.'

'Kenny, the smart one. He was the brain behind the brawn, without him the team would've been lost many a time. It's true that he played an important part of their success, and I'm sorry that he never received the recognition that he deserved.'

And with one last look behind him, his limo drove off into the sunset.

-With the Saint Shields-

Josef and Dunga were in the middle of a staring contest while Miriam watched when Ozuma walked in, a newspaper hanging in his hand. Sighing he threw the paper at Miriam and rested his head in his hands.
"I can't believe this." He muttered to himself receiving odd looks from his team, "Just read the paper." He answered to their unspoken question. Miriam unfolded the crumpled newspaper and read the headline aloud.
"Current BeyBlading champion goes on killing rampage." She read on into the column, "Twice running BeyBlade champion, Tyson Kinomiya, was reported to have allegedly gone insane and attacked his fellow teammates, killing them all. This tragic event has left many fans hysterical and landed the champion, Tyson, in the local insane asylum. A funeral for the deceased Bladebreakers will be held sometime next week. All information on this event is currently being kept from the public." All eyes were wide as they let the article's meaning sink in. Josef shook his head in disbelief.
"I don't believe it. Maybe they faked their own deaths because so many people were after them? This could be an attempt to protect themselves!" The littlest member of their team yelled trying to come up with any answer but the truth.
"Josef, do you really think that Kai would agree to any of that? He's not exactly a person who would hide from danger, neither would Tyson for that matter." Ozuma shot down Josef's ideas. Miriam shook her head.
"I can't believe that this is really happening." Ozuma looked over to her.
"Well believe it, we're going to have to take their bit beasts as soon as possible."

-With the Majestics-

Oliver and Enrique walked into the main living room of Robert's castle to find the purple haired German and the hotheaded Johnny. Both of them stared at the ground not saying a word.
"Hey guys...who died?" Enrique joked taking a step farther into the room. Robert sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose trying to ease his growing headache.
"I wish you hadn't chose those particular words." Oliver raised a brow.
"What are you saying? I don't understand." Johnny finally looked up from his seat.
"He's saying that Enrique hit the nail on the head, the Bladebreakers are dead. All of them except Tyson at least." He spat at them. Oliver's eyes widened.
"Oh God! Is Tyson all right?! He must be feeling terrible that he is the only survivor! I have to go and visit him!" He began rambling until Robert cut him off.
"No Oliver, I don't think that it would be wise to go and see him. The reason that he is the only one left is because he is the one that killed them." The German said placing a hand over his eyes. Oliver gave him an unbelieving look.
"Tyson would never do anything like that! I don't think that he could do anything of the sort! He's not one to hold grudges!" Johnny glared at him stopping him from continuing.
"Don't be so naïve, you only knew him for the short time that he was in Europe! He could've had you believe anything!"
"Johnny stop it! Oliver was only defending his friend!" Enrique stepped in between them.
"You're only sticking up for him because you've got a major crush on him!" Johnny shot back causing them to blush. Robert stood up.
"That's enough!" He yelled at them, "We shouldn't be fighting! We should all take a moment of silence to remember the team as they were." They all got quiet and looked to the ground, all of them wondering how such a great team could have gotten so lost.

- A few weeks later-

Hundreds of people gathered around to hear what Mr. Dickinson had to say. The old man walked up to the microphone and cleared his throat turning all attention to himself. Glancing around he began his speech.
"I've brought you all here today to formally announce the deaths of the former Bladebreakers Rei Kon, Max Mizuhara, Kenny Kyoujiou, and Kai Hiwatari. The world champion Tyson Kinomiya went insane, killed them, and was immediately taken to Bey City's asylum where he is under top surveillance. I ask of you all a moment of complete silence to remember these talented young men." Every reporter, newscaster, and innocent civilian alike went deadly quiet all in remembrance of the boys. After a few minutes Mr. Dickinson began talking again.
"In memory of the deceased members of the team I dedicate all of the money raised in this upcoming tournament to their families. I hope that all of the BladeBreakers can find peace in the afterlife." Mr. Dickinson lowered his head and walked away from the podium. Heading towards his car he looked to the sky. 'I hope that they ALL can find peace.'

-At the Insane Asylum-

Tyson sat huddled in a corner of his secluded room. Surveillance cameras positioned throughout the room watched his every move as he rocked back and forth and muttered to himself.
"They made me do it...it wasn't my fault...I didn't want to do it...it wasn't me...it was them..." He sniggered, "They made me do it..." He laugh grew louder, "It wasn't my fault!" He stood up laughing hysterically, "It was them!! They made me do it!!" He yelled laughing like a maniac. Five men came rushing into the room to restrain him as a nurse hurried in with a syringe to sedate him. When they were done they left the room leaving the world champion ruffled and dazed. Falling back against the wall he continued his murmurs.
"They made me do it...I didn't want to do it...I didn't want to be alone...why did they want to go?...don't leave me...please..." A tear slid down his cheek.

...So much for finding peace.

-Owari-

Crimson: Yeah! I'm glad that's done! That's one less idea plaguing me! Forgive me if it sucks!! Anyways, I don't know why the Saint Shields and the Majestics were the only teams that I wrote in...I guess that it is because they are my favorite teams beside the actual BladeBreakers.

Tyson: Why did you have to make ME go insane?!

Crimson: (hugs Tyson close) Because they were being bastards and needed to be taught a lesson! They left you! Friends shouldn't leave friends!

Tyson: I'm not mad at them anymore so you shouldn't be either!

Rei: Hey Tyson.

Tyson: (pulls out a .45 mil gun and fires it in Rei's direction) DIE BASTARD!!

Rei: (jumps and runs away)

Crimson: (sweat drops) You're not mad anymore, huh?

Tyson: (smiles) Not at all!

Crimson: You know, I'm actually disappointed in myself. I'm a HUGE Tyson/Kai fan...and yet I didn't write any of that in here. Anyways, please R & R! Or I'll sick Tyson after you!

Tyson: I will not be used to threaten people with!!

Crimson: (pulls out big-ass gun from hell and points it at Tyson)

Tyson: Do what she says!!! Do what she says!!!!