AN: thank you for those you have reviewed thus far, I love it tho, every time I look and see its gone up I dunno I fear it's a flame x.x Anyways thank you
just a random question anyone who reads/looks at this do you know where to find season one or three hell even two HK subbed? or even if Pioneer /Fanamation are putting out subbed? I saw the first two dvds of the first season subbed so..ya
For some strange reason I read a Tala and Kenny fic, it was really good and I was glue to the screen for hours straight and lately a fic has yet to do that to me.
Sadly even tho I can feel it there I do not really like Tala and Kai, tho Tala is a sezy beast I just got this weird Seme Uke thing going in my head.snuggles Kenny
One last thing this might be a dark fic, death, pain suffering major inter torment. or at lest I will try.
AN- just a note, I may or may not have the chapters done and choose not to update them for awhile. oh yes and rants are accepted, of course rants would just make my review count go up n.n snickers of those who enjoy to rant on others
-Wanted-
Chapter two
When you are down on your luck
never give up
never give in
because if you do
you will go crashing down
down where no one can save you
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Tyson clenches his side tightly; he didn't really make it past the muggers without a little problem ya know.
He could feel the warm blood oozing through his soaking clothes, his whole body was crying out to him in pain.
New York was a scary place, which it was. You have the muggers, the swindlers, robbers, and all sorts of trash here in this big city. Tyson could feel a smirk twitching at his lips, so some one wanted more of him. Oh that's just fine with me, bring it on.
Yes bring it on, see what it gets you.
Cold blue eyes stare at the shadows; maybe it was a homeless dude. Who knows? "Come out if you want a piece of me," The owners voice was almost deafen by the pounding rain.
Slowly the chilling sound of boots hitting cold wet cement is echoing against the wall, which is when crimson met blue.
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A blonde darts out of a hotel door and to the stairs. That was Tyson, it has to be, and his mind was running on hyper drive at this moment. Why was he out there, in this weather? at this time? it didn't make sense none at all!
Taking a quick turn, he pushes through the glass doors out into the rain. His fearful eyes dart from left to right and then right to left hoping to catch a sign of an x-team mate.
Yes that's right, x-team mate. He left, but his mother was right they all should have a chance to win the title.
However, it just wasn't the same without everyone, and even when Kai said he would quiet Bey- Blading after Russia... They were all thrown back together, as a team. Maybe there is still hope ya know? a quiet voice tries to comfort Max.
Sometimes, just sometimes this just isn't a game, it has a dark side like all things, is this the final end of the Blade Breakers?
Now damp, cold, and no sign of the x-team mate, a soft sigh escapes his lips. The blonde's shoulders slump slightly as he went to enter the hotel again when a crashing noise rang in his ears.
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Stained blood fingers clenches a white knuckled fist, both figures growls can be heard inside the alleyway.
Each figure pushes on each other to see who would fall first in this war, sadly the wounded one fell first crashing into a set of trashcans.
A string of vivid curses flows from the mouth of the black hair boy lying among trash and spoiled foods.
"I said fuck off ass whole." A signal blue eye met the blood reds, "You aren't my brother you can't tell me what to do. Last time I check you ditched the team, you aren't captain anymore. "
A snarl was on the plump face, "Ya know, I didn't know you cared either way tight ass." Tyson lifts up his head diffidently, one thing he never got bored of, pissing off people.
"Tyson."
"What?" The boy snaps, pulling himself out of the trash, "you're the Traitor Kai, its going to be a pleasure to knock you all down. Trust me the mistake I made will not be repeated again. I will take both you and Tala down, Again. Cya later tight ass." With that he storms out and back onto the streets, he will not show weakness.
He will win, he will show them all.
That's right, right now even to them winning is all that matters, Winning.
I must win.
As he walks on into the darkness of this rainy night he did not hear the yelling of a friend. Nor did he hear the honk of the horn, the blaring of the lights, all that he would notice is the sound of rubber on water, and the feeling of his bones breaking.
Lastly the sweet taste of darkness where he could no longer run from.