Unique
Disclaimer: I do not own the ideas for the character from the Beyblade series, or the characters themselves. But I own my own characters and the plot
Talk "…"
Thought {…..}
Flash back ()()()……()()()
Dream (((((……..)))))
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((((((There was a thick layer of snow outside, the air was chilly, but the children were out playing. Snow fights lined the street as the orphans ditched snowballs at each other.
"Mikhail, Mikhail!"
The girl yelled playfully, the cold air visualising her breath in front of her. Her tiny nose was red along with her smooth cheeks; the black tattoos standing more because of the cold.
Getting no response, she started to panic, her heartbeat increased.
"Mikhail!!"
She screamed, running forward but falling, sinking deep into the snow.
A laugh made the girl smile and a blush crept over her cheeks.
"Not funny!"
She snapped, sitting up in the snow staring up at the Russian boy in front of her.
His silver eyes stared happily down at her, those eyes that held such emotion. His royal blue hair falling into messy clumps in front of his eyes.
"I find it funny."
He laughed, picking her up out of the snow. Rubbing the snow out of her hair.
Little Riley pouted and crossed her arms, turning and marching off. But she fell over again, landing face first in the snow.
Mikhail laughed again and picked her up.
"You're so clumsy."
He stated, shaking his head for effect.
Riley frowned and glared playfully at him.
"Least you will always be there to pick me back up."
Riley beamed, running forward and jumping at him.
They both toppled over in the snow, Riley landing on top of him, her eyes staring happily down into his. Mikhail laughed, suddenly his brow creased in confusion, as Riley just looked at him.
"What?"
"Will you always be there for me?"
Riley asked, looking down at his top, avoiding his eyes.
"Yeah of cause I will."
Riley smiled. She quickly wrapped her arms the best she could around his neck and giggled.
"I love you Mikhail."
Mikhail just smiled and sat up, lifting her with him.
"Riley get here now!"
Riley looked up to see the housekeeper glaring at her.
"Mikhail!"
Riley cried, holding tighter onto him.
"I'm not going to let her do anything to you."
He said, standing up and carrying her over to the house.
They reached the door and the lady walked in, telling them to follow.
Mikhail let Riley slowly down, before taking her hand. They walked along the corridor towards the ladies office.
They followed her in, the warm fire crackled away in the corner, also giving the room it's eerie glow.
The lady sat down on the worn, dated chair, behind her desk, giving her a feeling of power.
"Sit!"
She commanded.
Riley looked at Mikhail who smiled supportively. They moved and sat on the two-wooden stools in front of her desk.
The lady peered down at Mikhail.
"I didn't call for you."
She snapped.
"Riley wanted me to come to."
He replied briskly.
"Whatever."
The lady shuffled through some piles of paper before finding what she wanted.
She layed the file out and grabbed a piece of paper. Reading quickly over it.
"Riley, there is an orphanage in America requesting an six-year-old Russian to be shipped off to them and as you are a nuisance I am sending you. So pack your bags, you leave tomorrow."
Riley stared blankly at the lady, she didn't understand.
She looked over to Mikhail, he looked upset, his silver eyes were a dark grey and his lips were pressed tightly together, like he was holding something in.
"What do you mean? I don't understand."
Riley asked, worry filled her eyes as she turned back to the lady.
"Just pack your bags! You don't need to know why."
The lady snapped.
"Now go!"
She shouted, pointing to the door.
Riley looked over to Mikhail; he just extended his hand. Riley took it lightly and they both stood up, walking silently out of the room.
"What is it? Why do I need to pack?"
Riley asked, looking up at Mikhail, she got no reply, he just looked straight ahead. They walked into their dorm room.
Mikhail let go of Riley's hand and walked quickly over to his bed, sitting with his back to her.
"Mikhail why do I have to pack? Is something going on?"
Riley walked over and climbed over Mikhail's bed, cocking her head to one side so she could see his face. What she saw made her cry.
His eyes were dull, silent tears ran down his face and a sad frown darkened his graceful lips.
"What's wrong!?!"
Riley cried, shoving Mikhail.
Mikhail turned to her slowly.
"You're are being sent to America."
He stated.
"But you're coming to, aren't you!"
He shook his head sadly.
"Nooo! You have to come with me! You have to!"
Riley belted her fists hard into his chest, before collapsing, looping her arms around his neck and cried, burying her head into his chest.
Mikhail hugged her back, staring off ahead in thought. Slowly he leaned over, lying on the bed, Riley close to him, crying softly, her back against his chest.
"You have to promise me something Riley."
He said softly, his breath tickling her ear.
"Anything."
"You won't let anyone in, you won't let anyone hurt you. You have to stay strong and show no one that you are weak. Cause you aren't, can you do that for me?"
Riley turned over and looked at Mikhail, she nodded lightly.
"I pro-promise."
She sobbed.)))))
Riley slowly opened her eyes, this time the room immediately appeared to her.
Eric was staring at her, while Robert was sitting with Tyomi, who was sitting on his lap.
Instantly Tyomi squealed and jumped off Robert's lap, coming to sit by Riley.
"Riley, hey."
Riley rolled her eyes. Seeing her friends again seemed to lighten her load for a second.
"Least you're awake now. You've been out for 2 days."
Tyomi stated. Trust Tyomi to tell everything.
"Come on Tyomi, don't cram it down her throat now."
Robert said lightly.
Riley felt a bit better, her head didn't hurt as much and the wounds on her body had healed perfectly.
Groaning Riley slowly sat up, looking silently around the room. Eric smiled and advanced closer, sitting on the opposite side to Tyomi on the bed.
"The doctor said that you should be able to go home now, you just have to stay one more night."
Tyomi smiled.
"You'll be staying with me for the holidays."
Riley groaned and held her head.
"Great."
She muttered.
"Least she hasn't changed."
Eric smiled.
Riley sent him a glare.
Just then the doctor walked into the room.
"Ah perfect timing."
He smiled and pulled the file of the end of the bed, skimming over the writing.
"Well it seems that you are fine. Just need to leave the bandages on for another day or so, but you need to come back to get the stiches out. I'm impressed, you are a rapid healer, some of these wounds should have taken a couple of more days to heal."
Robert, Tyomi and Eric exchanged worried glances.
"But you're a fighter."
Smiling the doctor put the file back.
"Dinner will be served in just a couple of minutes."
He then left without a word; everyone sighed a sigh of relief. But Riley groaned.
"I want my food now."
She snapped, putting all her attention onto her stomach.
Everyone laughed.
(Tyomi's house) Lyrics belong to Linkin Park, One Step Closer
Riley slowly walked up the front steps that lead to Tyomi's mansion. Her bag being carried by Tyomi's Dad who was waiting by the door, a happy, pleasant smile across his face.
"Come on Riley, can't stand out in the cold all day."
Riley looked up, sending the older man a sort of displeased look. She couldn't feel the cold, for some reason it felt warm.
Quickly she walked through the front door, followed by the chuckling man.
"Tyomi! We're home."
There was a sound of pounding feet as Tyomi appeared at the top of the stairs, a beaming smile across her face.
"Hey Riley, you feel better?"
"Maybe."
Riley grunted in reply, touching her head. The bandages had been removed and the stiches had been taken out, leaving a nasty looking cut across her forehead.
"Well follow me."
Riley walked up the stairs, keeping her eyes briefly on Tyomi.
Tyomi guided Riley down a passage, coming to a stop out the front of two white doors. Happily Tyomi flung the doors open, revealing an impressive chamber, with expensive decor.
A large king size bed was layed across one wall, a walk in wardrobe and door which lead into a large bathroom, that was decorated in black marble, occupied an other wall.
Riley noticed a black bag on the sofa at the end of the bed, quickly with out hesitation she stood over to it. Quickly unzipping it, revealing clothes, CD's, magazines, objects and some useless junk that she didn't know why Tyomi had packed.
"Well I'm just down the end of the corridor, so if you need anything just ask"
Tyomi turned to leave but she stopped, remembering something.
"When I was packing I noticed your punching bag, well the gym is just the door right across from this one, feel free to use it. Just one request, sharpen the swords when you're done with them."
With that Tyomi turned and walked out of the room, sparing a happy smile.
Very interested in what Tyomi had just said Riley walked out of her room and across the corridor. Flinging open the doors and walking in.
The room was in complete darkness, apart from a slit of white light that was sneaking through the curtains.
Riley walked over, grabbing hold of the heavily clad curtains and pulled them apart. Instantly flooding the room with the bright light, revealing it's many hidden treasures.
Slowly turning around, Riley's eyes widened. The room was huge; a wooden floor stretched for ages, with a full-length mirror running across a whole wall, mirroring the objects in the room.
There was a row of different kinds of punching bags, with weight machines and treadmills near by. Over a big area, from the roof hung small bags, with various sizes of puncture marks.
Something glinted catching her eye, turning her mouth curved into a smirk. Along the wall were rows on rows of swords, different sizes, weight, style and age.
She ran her finger along a sword, noticing as dust collected on her fingertip. It looked like it had been ages since any of them had been used.
Two daggers due her attention in close, they had gold handles with elegant flames engraved up their jagged edges and foreign writing was carved into the handles.
Riley removed them from the wall, moving them around, staring as they glinted brightly in the light. They seemed to fit perfectly in her hands, not to heavy but not to light. The blades were sharp and looked ready for action.
Wanting to waste no time, Riley moved to the space of floor where the bags hung. Instantly she moved into her fighting stance. With the low kick she swung out, stabbing one of the bags, swiftly turning around she jabbed another.
A cough at the door brought her to a stop, she looked up. Jabbing the daggers into a bag she turned fully around, facing the door.
"I see you have introduced yourself to our sword collection. I quite fancied them myself, the twins of fire, lovely weapons. They glide in and out, not dragging when embedded."
A mysterious smirk crossed the ladies lips as she entered the room. Her raven black hair was pulled back into a stylish lose bun, her violet eyes shimmering.
"It brings happiness to me to see that my room is being used again, but nothing makes this room better them some music."
Riley watched as the lady walked over to a wall and pressed something, the wall opened up and revealed a CD player, suddenly speakers came down from the ceiling and hung around the place.
The lady lifted a round shinny object up on her slender finger.
"Hope you don't mind, I snatched one of your CD's."
Riley just shook her head, watching the lady impatiently. Wanting to hold the daggers again.
Suddenly music blared throughout the room. Least the lady had made a good chose. Riley watched as the lady smiled and left the room, quietly closing the door.
Riley walked back over to the daggers, drawing them back out of the bag.
"Hmm, she was right, they don't drag.'
Riley smirked, moving around and jabbing the dagger in her right hand, into a bag. Easily pulling it out again.
I cannot take this any more, I'm saying everything I've said before, All these words they make no sense, I find bliss in ignorance, Less I hear the less you'll say, But you'll find that out anyway, Just like before...
'Riley jabbed both daggers into one bag, it swung backwards, the daggers gliding out. Flash backs from her past consumed her mind.'
()()() The car pulled out in front of the orphanage, American children ran around the front yard, laughing loudly and enjoying themselves. The bright sun belted down on them, giving no mercy to the Russian's pale skin. She looked sadly out the window; an image of Mikhail's sad faced pasted in front of her, instantly causing tears to run down her face.
"Out you get!"
The driver said, opening the door for her, dropping her packed bags by the gate.
Riley stared at him. He was speaking weirdly. She couldn't understand him.
"Out."
He said in bad Russian.
Riley looked at him and slowly slid out of her seat, walking slowly over to the gate. Staring up at the building in front of her. Not noticing that everyone else had stoped and was looking at her, unhappy looks now plastered on their faces. ()()()
Everything you say to me, Takes me one step closer to the edge, And I'm about to break, I need a little room to breathe, Cause I'm one step closer to the edge, And I'm about to break
'She squatted, pushing up, back flipping before swinging around digging the dagger into another bag and twisting it. Rupturing the sack, causing the contents to spill out onto the floor.'
()()() The sound of her bare feet quickly hitting the floor was heard. Her sobs loud and uneven, running away from the tormentor behind her.
"What? Don't run away, I ain't gonna do anything."
The voice teased, getting closer.
Riley flicked her long hair behind an ear, before running into a room. Slamming the door closed and locking it.
She pressed her back up against it, listening as the footsteps got closer. Suddenly they stopped a light knock on the door caused her eyes to widen and push up harder on the door.
"Let me in, we can have some fun."
Instantly the door shock as the person or persons on the other side banged at it.
Riley didn't understand what this person was saying, but she knew what all this was going to lead to.
She wrapped her bruised arms around her legs and held them tightly, just as the door behind her was pushed open.
She skidded across the floor, quickly looking up, just as two guys; about two years older then her walked through, an evil look on their faces.
"Here you are."
The guy on the left laughed, like normal he lifted his fist and brought it hard down onto her tear stained face.
"Stupid Russian brat!"
Riley screamed in pain as the other guy kicked her.()()()
I find the answers aren't so clear, Wish I could find a way to disappear, All these thoughts they make no sense, I find bliss in ignorance, Nothing seems to go away, Over and over again, Just like before...
'The green rings in her eyes blazed as she jumped up high into the air, crossing the daggers over her chest, she flipped back in the air. Gliding both weapons into separate bags.'
()()() A large group had gathered to see the normal occurrence, of tormenting the new Russian orphan.
"Come here and steal our chances of getting picked."
A girl screamed at her.
Riley looked up from her spot on the floor, her eyes filled with fear. She couldn't understand why she was being beaten on. What had she done?
"Leave me alone!"
She yelled back, but no one understood her Russian.
"What are you kids doing?!?"
An older voice yelled.
Suddenly everyone parted, moving away from Riley. An old lady in a nice brown summer dress approached, her eyes settling sadly on Riley.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!"
She screamed, turning furiously around, glaring at all the children in the eye. Their heads dropped, but anger danced violently through their eyes.
"Come child."
She whispered in bad Russian. Riley looked slowly up and nodded, getting to her feet.
"To your rooms!"
The lady yelled, while taking Riley swiftly down the hall.
"If they do it again, please speak me."
The lady smiled, speaking Riley's tongue.
Riley raised an eyebrow but she got it. Nodding her head sadly she followed after the lady into her room.
A small bed in a corner with other six beds around the room. Toys were scattered across the floor.
"I think you should get some rest, English speech tomorrow."
The lady tucked Riley lightly into bed, smiling she gave her a light kiss on the forehead.
"You have to stay strong, don't let them hurt you."
She smiled before leaving, Riley's eyes widened as she remembered what Mikhail had said. He was right, she couldn't show she was weak, no more small Russian that gets pushed around. A pair of fluorescent green rings stood out in the darkness. ()()()
Everything you say to me, Takes me one step closer to the edge, And I'm about to break, I need a little room to breathe, Cause I'm one step closer to the edge, And I'm about to break, Everything you say to me, Takes me one step closer to the edge, And I'm about to break, I need a little room to breathe, Cause I'm one step closer to the edge, And I'm about to break, Break, break, break, break, break!
'She whipped around. Gliding a dagger along the side of the bag, Riley waited a second before the bag slid open, spilling the foam balls all over the floor."'
()()() A small boy flew into a wall, choking as pressure was placed onto his neck. A pair of brown eyes with blazing fluorescent green rings glared up at him, her arm pressing harder onto his neck.
"Don't touch me."
She snapped in Russian.
The boy's eyes filled with fear as he looked back down at her. Regretting that he kicked her.
"Crazy Russian FREAK!"
He shouted at her, both of them not understanding a word that the other was saying.
Riley looked oddly at the boy before letting him go. He slid down the wall, gulping down the precious air around him.
"Don't let anyone hurt you"
Mikhail's words rang clearly through Riley's head.
"I won't."
She replied more to herself, now noticing the large group of orphans that had gathered around them. ()()()
Shut up when I'm talking to you, shut up shut up shut up, shut up when I'm talking to you, shut up shut up shut up shut up, I'm about to break
'Riley crouched close to the ground, one knee bend underneath her, the other straight out on the side. Her breathing heavy, as she glared up at another bag, its small sways inviting her. Jumping up Riley trust the dagger through the bag, spitting it.'
()()() A cry of pain passed by her mouth as a fist connected with her jaw.
"Don't you pick on me!"
Riley yelled at the girl in English.
Her ten-year-old body, tall and built. Her hair was now long, hanging around her shoulders, her face was hard and cold, no emotion apparent in her eyes.
"It's your fault."
The girl hissed, her green eyes glaring at Riley.
Riley punched her in the mouth again before stalking off. The other orphans moving out of her way. ()()()
Everything you say to me, Takes me one step closer to the edge, And I'm about to break, I need a little room to breathe, Cause I'm one step closer to the edge, And I'm about to break, Everything you say to me, Takes me one step closer to the edge, And I'm about to break, I need a little room to breathe, Cause I'm one step closer to the edge, And I'm about to break, break, I need a little room to breathe, Cause I'm one step closer to the edge, And I'm about to break, Break, break, break, break, break, break!
'Riley twisted sharply, slicing two more bags open, side stepping before swirling she burst three more.'
()()() The girl sat quietly on the wall. It was only two months till her 13th birthday but it didn't matter to her. She never celebrated it. Her face was set hard, her emotionless eyes glaring as the other orphans as they walked by her, on their way to school.
Her brown eyes shifted onto a small girl, that reminded her of herself when she was six. Her fearful eyes looking up to her.
"Um….M-Mrs…wo-would l-like to s-see you."
Riley grunted, jumping down from the wall, her long, shoulder length, black hair that was in a ponytail swung out before landing neatly on her back again. Her two long front bangs swayed around her face as she stalked back into the large house, which she had grown, accustom to calling home.
The door swung open as she entered the Head Ladies office. Mrs Trudge as they called her.
"Riley take a seat, I have some exciting news."
"What is it!?!"
Riley snapped, taking a seat.
"Do you remember that man and his wife that visited yesterday, seeking an older child."
"Yes."
"Well they have asked to have you."
Riley just looked at Mrs Trudge, she didn't really care.
"Whatever, cool."
She said, no expression at all.
"Well they are going to pick you up tomorrow so pack your bags."
Riley stood up and walked silently out of the room. Her mind not even thinking, so what she was going to another house, it was just a house not a home.
Her past was pressed back in her mind, Mikhail never appeared again, she acted this way but she had forgotten why. She doesn't remember Russia or her sorry past. Just that she lives in this orphanage and everyone was scared of her and it was going to stay that way. ()()()
Shut up when I'm talking to you, shut up shut up shut up, shut up when I'm talking to you, shut up shut, up shut up shut up, I'm about to break
'Riley stood still, staring at the last bag remaining as it swung slowly from side to side. She flipped the daggers in her hands, so the points faced against her wrists. The rhythm of the bag moving and the music beat combined in her head.'
()()() Her eyes stared at the orphanage as it slowly grew smaller, the children had been forced to wave good bye to her. So they were out the front waving their hands off their wrists.
The women turned and smiled nicely to her.
"Welcome to you new home."
Riley lifted her gaze to see a small house, packed was packed tightly in between other houses. It's front was worn and old.
The car stopped and the adults got out. Riley sat in her seat before slowly opening the door, casting one more glance at the sky she shut the car door. ()()()
Everything you say to me, Takes me one step closer to the edge, And I'm about to break, I need a little room to breathe, Cause I'm one step closer to the edge, And I'm about to break, Everything you say to me, Takes me one step closer to the edge, And I'm about to break, I need a little room to breathe, Cause I'm one step closer to the edge, And I'm about to break.
Riley cried out and chucked the daggers. They glided through the air before striking the last moving bag right in the middle. It swung two more slow times, before releasing its load and splitting.
She stood there in silence, her chest raising and falling quickly. Sweat mixed with tears as they ran down her cheeks.
OMG i finished writing this story XsquealsX the ending is so good XP you'll probally ditch books at me when you read it cause i leave you Xshuts upX i can tell......MOOHAHAHAHA well here is another chapter........quite a few more to go XD
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