Zoltar: I hope you're enjoying this as much as me!

Darren: she doesn't own Beyblade

Maybe...

Chapter 10

Michelle awoke to Marisa strumming her guitar. She opened her eyes and yawned sleepily.

"Mornin' sunshine. It's a beautiful December day at 11:25 if you must know." Marisa said.

"Where's theloveofmylife Tala?" Michelle asked. "Up in the computer room. He's working on improving his blade and said he'd be down by..." she looked at her very demented watch which was always about two hours fast. It's an evil little thing, possesed by a demon we all think. "Oh, two-ish."

"Two eh?" Michelle said glancing around the room. "Well, I don't have anything to do today..." she moved her gaze to Marisa, who was at the time, packing up her guitar.

"Don't look at me." Marisa said. "I've got a deadline to make." at seventeen, Marisa was s short story writer. She wrote gruesome little tales that never ended hapily, someone almost always got an eye gouged out. "But Mandy's free. Tracy's helping me with those large words nobody's really ever sure exist. Like oculuses.... maybe oculi?" she trailed off as she walked to the door. "Ian's in his room, mailing out christmas cards, Mandy's just watching and writing addresses, I'm sure you could pull her away. Spencer's out somewhere, like hell I know where. I'm sure that rat Boris doesn't have anything to do." and she left.

Michelle blinked. Marisa said Bryan's Russian name with so much venom in her voice, she thought she'd turn into a giant snake, like Orochimaru. "My scheme's never gonna work." she sighed.

"Scheme?" said a cold voice from the door. "Are you plotting something?" Bryan walked into the room. He was wearing all black of his usual attire, and looked like he hadn't gotten much sleep.

"No, just thinking up one." Michelle answered.

"Right." Bryan said as he closed the door. He locked it and suddenly his expression changed from one of boredom to one of malice. "You have ten minutes to tell me everything you know about that bitch of a captain of yours." he said.

Michelle sweatdropped. "You don't have to be mean, you could have just asked...." she got up and wento to the attached bathroom. "Let me get dressed and cleaned first..." she said as she closed the door. She came out a few minutes later wearing a pair of blue jeans that flare out at the bottom, becoming a harsh navy. And a blue T-shirt with the worsd, 'That's So Stewart!' on it. "So, what do you want to know?" she asked.

"Everything," he answered. 'And a few things I can use for blackmail' he put in as an afterthought. "Starting with the things Ian told me, I don't trust his reliability. Are Marisa, Tracy and Mandy really demons?" he asked.

"Yes." came the answer.

Zoltar: nobody likes me! (sobs)

Darren: finally some people agree that Zoltar sux!

Seth: of course I agree, she's the weaker me!

Zoltar: just review.