Ok guys, thanks a lot for your reviews. And don't worry; I'll try to take it a bit slower from now on, my apologies for that in the last chapter. (I may re-write the first chapter, please tell me if I should).
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Beyblade.
A lone figure sat on a frosty bench in the cold park. His knees were hugged to his chest, his face buried in his arms. His snow-covered form hadn't moved since he had run to the park around sunset. He shakily lifted his head and looked out into the night. The silver moonlight glinted off his pale, tear stained cheeks. 'Kai hates me, Kai hates me!' He thought, burying his head back in his forearms, 'I am not a street rat, and I am not worthless.' As he tried to convince himself of these facts, he burst out into sobs again.
"I am not, I am not." He whispered. He continued to repeat these three words to himself as he slowly drifted off into a restless sleep.
Rei's dream
A young boy ran through the dark, shadowed streets, rain beating down hard on him as he ran for his life. He would've called for help, but his voice was caught in his throat. He would've stopped at someone's door and begged to be let in, but if he stopped for just a second, they would catch him. Whipping his head around, he saw the two men chasing him gain ground; the knives glinting menacingly in their hands. The raven-haired boy urged himself forward. He saw a forest up ahead. He could lose his pursuers in there, if he could just reach its shelter. Suddenly he slipped on the wet road. He let out a yelp of shock as he fell forwards into a muddy puddle, staining his tattered clothes. He turned around to see the men just a few feet from him. He tried to scramble away, but one of the men grabbed his wrist, roughly pulling him from the ground. The boy struggled, but the grip just tightened. He tried to scream in pain as the sharp nails dug into his soft flesh, but a cold hand over his mouth muffled the sound. The boy's cat-like eyes were filled with fear as one of the men held a knife to his throat, threatening him to struggle. The neko instantly froze and the man dragged him into a back alley, the other checking for unfortunate witnesses. The man holding him shoved him against the wall. Both the men loomed over him, glaring at him with cruel eyes.
"Ok street rat," One growled, holding a knife in his terrified face, "We're gonna take you away now, and you're not gonna make trouble. If you struggle, or try to get help, we'll kill ya."
"Please, d-don't, please." The boy begged in a quiet, trembling voice.
"Shut up!" The other snarled, slapping the boy's cheek hard. The man who slapped him grabbed him by his wrist and dragged him up from the floor.
End of dream
Rei gasped and bolted up right, sweat beads visible on his forehead, despite the cold weather. The sky was beginning to turn purple as the winter sun rose and the birds prepared to sing their sweet morning song. The young teen curled up on the bench, quietly sobbing. He could still see the men's faces, their dark eyes that glinted with cruelty, their dry rough hands that gripped his wrists tightly. That night had happened seven years ago, but I still remembered it as if it was yesterday. He had tried on numerous occasions to forget his past, to erase it from his mind, but to no avail. Even when he was with his friends, laughing and having fun, something in the back of his mind reminded him. He still feared the boss of those two men. The man who was the reason for these flashbacks, the reason for him leaving his home, the reason for the scars. The neko began shivering on fear, he wasn't safe anywhere, one day he would be found and the torment would begin again. Rei dreaded that day.
Ok, there's the next chapter. Please review, oh and Tigris, I am working on the next chapter of Revenge.