Hey, Freed again, here to give you another story; it's kinda weird how this one came to be actually. This actually originated from a dream I had, so....yeah, well, I hope you enjoy! One more thing, all the characters here are either 18 or 19, and the lines are only temporary. If you can suggest a better alternative, I'll try it out, thank the person who suggested it, and calaborate them in my next working as an OC for one of the following: Ray, Tyson, Max, Kenny, Eddie, Michael, Steven, Robert, Enrique, Oliver, Johnny, Tala, Ian, Brian, Lee, Kevin, Gary, Ozuma, Joseph, Dunga, Gouke, Kane or anyone I've failed to mention. You will need to supply a name you want to be known as, along with a description and other things that you might want known such as if you do beyblade, or other things. Ciao for now! (Ciao is pronounced "chow". It's italian for those who did not know.)

"Hey, Tyson, I--" he began, but was gagged, and pulled away.

"Ray?" Tyson asked as he walked over to where he thought his teammate was standing. In truth, Ray was still there, but there was no way that the others could have known that.

Being held captive in the near by shadows, he felt something jab him in the back, and he lost all conciousness.

When he woke up, he noticed that he wasn't where he thought he should be and where he was was where he shouldn't. He felt something cold on his back and his hads were bound behind him.

"Ah, you're awake, good."

"Who are you?" Ray asked the shadowed figure.

"You will join us."

"Wha--no!"

"You will eventually join us."

"How? You can't make--"

He felt an electric current from the cold something, metal probably, and he blacked out again.

Of course none in that room noticed another pair of deep blue eyes watching silently in the darkness of the room, knowing that what his captors have done was wrong.

Tyson ran back up to the others, yelling, "Ray's missing!!!!"

"What?" Kenny asked. "How?"

"I don't know! First I heard him, then he dissapeared!"

'Great...' Kai thought from the corner of the room, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. 'What sort of mess has he gotten himself into this time?' And he left unnoticed to go and look for him.

"So, what do we do now?" Max asked.

"I wish I knew," Kenny replied, "I wish I knew."

When Ray woke up again, he had a thousand questions on his mind, like: "Where am I?" and "Who brought me here?" But more importantly was the question, "Who am I?"

Then he heard a noise from the coner of the room, and asked, "Who's there?"

"Relax," a Texan accented voice said, and the person slowly crawled out of the shadows to reveal themself as a bushy, carmel blond girl; her hair danced just above her shoulders. "You didn't know me before...." she trailed off.

"Before what?" he asked.

"Before they took you into the room."

"What room?"

"It's awful. When the first capture you, they take you to this room, where you memories are compleatly erased, leaving you to their mercy. That's what happened to me, or so I figured. One time, I followed them with a newly caught person, and...." she closed her deep blue eyes and shuddered, "The uncouncious kid was hooked up to this machine deal, and..... I'm sorry, I can't go any further." She looked as if she were about to cry. "I hate to imagine what it would feel like if you weren't out."

"Hey," Ray said, "Hey, it'll be ok. But I've got a question for you. Did you ever hear my name?"

She shook her head, "No, I'm sorry, but I haven't."

"Why'd they take me? Why'd they take you?"

"Because we're the ones that this company targets. They find some of the best bladers that they can turn. People like us are the perfect targets.....I've been here for a while. And I still don't have any memory of my past life. They call me Trisha." She gave a weak smile, and said, "I'm sorry I don't have any of the answers that you're looking for."

"That's ok, um, do you know your way around this place?"

"Yeah, that I know." And Trisha helped him up and they began to walk through the corridors to the main area allowed to the kidnapped bladers.

As Kai walked, he heard a rustling in the brush behind him. He turned around but saw nothing, so he kept walking. As the rustling resumed, he jumped up into a near by tree, and watched as someone came underneath.....

"Joe, Carlos," Trisha said to two others in the room, "We got a new guy."

"Are you sure he's not one of those spys?" The darker guy, Joe, asked in a New Yorkian accent.

"Yeah, I saw them drag him in, then take him to the room."

"Ah, one of us, huh?" the other guy asked his voice also accented differently, Australian probably.

"Um, yeah," Ray replied, "I guess so."

Trisha looked at them and asked, "So, what should we call him?"

"Huh?" Ray asked.

"Well," Joe answered, "The big guys up there, they call us each by a number, Trisha's # 017, Carlos' #256, I'm #119, and it looks like you're #270."

"But we give each other names," Trisha added, "seeing as we don't exactly remember our first ones. Um, what should we call him?"

"You know he reminds me of that one guy from the magazine Malachai stole from the big guys," Carlos said, "I'm going to see if he still has it," and he ran off in search of the one called Malachai.

Kai was just about to jump the person when he saw him look up.

"Tyson?" he asked, and he lost his guard and fell out of the tree.

And Tyson couldn't help but busting out in laughter. "Oh, wow, you and the falling and the.....HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!"

Kai growled. "Get over it," he said, obviously ticked. "What did you want?"

"I was looking for Ray, but I guess I found you instead. Well, anyways, it's getting late, we probably should be going back." Then he turned and said to the wind, "Where ever you are, Ray, I hope you're safe."

The two searchers went back to Tyson's house to rest up and prepare to search the next day.

The next day, around noon, Ray decided to stay in the room that was designated as his, thinking, trying to remember anything about his past life.

"Hey," a voice said, breaking his concentration. He looked up to see Trisha, her bushy hair pulled back messily with strands that had fallen out framing her face, standing in his doorway. "I got pizza." she held up a plate.

He motioned for her to come in, and she sat down beside him on the cot, and handed him the plate, saying, "I guessed you might be a bit hungry after missing breakfast. You do remember how to eat, don't you?"

He looked up at her, and replied, "Yeah, I remember."

Trisha looked concerned towards him, and asked, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah," he replied, "It's just...."

"You wonder if you should miss your old life? Yeah, it happens to everyone when they first come here."

"No, not really....well, kinda."

"Hey, it'll be okay. And, the day you came, I managed to snag something from the big guys," and she handed him a silver-grey beyblade. "This is why we're here, this is their only pourpose for us. Do you remember how to do this?" She handed him the beyblade. "This was originally yours anyways. I only thought it should stay yours." She smiled at him. "Oh, and one more thing, Malachai did have that magazine and we found your real name, Ray."

He gave her a confused look. "I still don't remember anything."

"I know," she sighed, "Everyone's memories are in the room, bu...."

She was interrupted by a loud speaker saying, "Will the following people please report in Mr. Manchaola's office: #017, #119, #256, and #270."

"Well," Trisha said, "I guess that's us. We'd bettered go before we get recalled, and that's not so good," and the two of them headed to the place that they were directed to go.

"Hey, guys!" Kenny called, "We've been invited to a tournament."

"Yeah?" Tyson asked, "Who's all in it?"

"Well, there's the White Tigers, the Majestics, The All Starz, the Saint Shields, the Demolition Boys, some other teams, and.....oh, boy, Chief, look at this," Dizzi said.

"Ah! It's Team Domination."

"What's so bad about that team?" Max asked.

"That team captures good bladers and brainwashes them into forgetting everything they used to know, and makes them blade for their own team."

"You don't suppose........" Kai suggested.

The others' eyes widened. (Even though you can't really tell for Kenny, his did too!)

"Ray got captured!" Tyson yelled.

"Well it is possible," Kenny said.

"So," Tyson asked, "Are we going to compete or are we just going sit around and let those people keep our friend?"

"So, do you remember how it's done?" Trisha asked Ray once they were told about the tornament, and out of the office.

"Well," he replied, "there's only one way to find out," and he set his blade up and he launched it into a bey match and knocked one blade out, then the other; it did that three other times before returning to its owners hand. It had felt more natural than anything had in the past few days.

"Yeah, I'd say so," Carlos commented.

They all laughed as they were lead to the training area; then Joe said, "They'll supply clothes for the tornament."

Ray nodded, and they entered the training area. Trisha, Joe, and Carlos went over to a holding unit and picked up their blades.

"We're used to this by now," Trisha whispered to him.

He nodded as their supervisor said, "Ok, #017, you'll take on #270, and you other two start practicing."

"Ok," Kenny said, holding up his laptop, "Kai, why don't you battle Tyson first, then we'll work in Max somehow."

"Ok, chief," Tyson said, and he and Kai walked up to the dish and loaded up and launched their blades into it.

"Let it rip!" Tyson yelled as he and Kai launched their blades into the dish.

After their intense training session, Trisha said to Ray, examining her green-blue blade, "Hey, good battle. I would have never suspected that you were once actually on the team that won the world championships 2 years running."

"Was I?" he asked.

She looked at him quizzically. "Nevermind. You're kinda like me when people ask me if I'm Texan or something. I tell them I'm not quite sure..." she giggled a bit, then stopped, looking rather serious, "but I explain saying 'I've got amnesia' or something like that."

He nodded, but he still wondered about what she said.

"Well--" she began, but Ray cut her off.

"Do you ever wonder about your past?"

"Sometimes. Everytime I try to remember something, for some reason, I always pull up tacos in my mind. I guess I either really liked them, or really hated them. And sometimes I even pull up a face from the dark depths of my mind. I can't tell what he looks like exactly, but he's got silver eyes, or so I think. I'm not quite sure. Why? Do you remember anything about your past?"

He shook his head.

She smiled weakly, and said, "You just have to give it time. I couldn't remember all those things when I first got here. It'll come to you eventually." She gave a small giggle, then said, " And I'm probably annoying the shoot outta you."

"What?" he asked getting a look of deep thinking on his face.

"Huh?" Trisha asked; then saw him and hushed up.

"I think you've just tripped a hidden memory, Trish," Joe told her.

"Hush up, boy; he's thinking."

"All I'm getting is the color pink."

"You find the color pink annoying?" Carlos asked curiously.

"No, no, a person who wore pink.....gah! What's the name?"

"Look," Joe said, "We've not met anyone that you know."

"I realize that," Ray told him.

"Look, y'all, maybe we should just give him some time alone. Besides we're all supposed to rest up for the big tournament for tomorrow."

And the make-shift team went to their own rooms, concentrating on how the competition might deffend or attack.

Well, guys, that's all for now; until I post again! Ciao!