S-E: hey folks! Here I am with yet another story for your enjoyment. Just so you know this story isn't going to include any of the other teams besides the Demolition Boys, unless I decide to introduce them with bit parts later on.
I came up with the idea for this in the middle of science, it's been bouncing around my head for just over a week now. So I thought better get it down before I forget it. Please give me reviews on this, I really wanna know what you think.
Later!
"Hannah!" Mrs Maximov's voice echoed through the large house. I looked up from the drawing I was working on.
What does she want now? I thought angrily. Me and Mrs Maximov don't get on very well. I put my pencil down on the desk and stomped out of the door.
"Ooh what have you done now Hannah?" Rachel sneered at me as I walk past her open door. This earned her a giggles from her friends who she shared the room with. I merely threw them a scathing glare and continue on my path downstairs. I could see the plump Mrs Maximov stood at the foot of the stairs, rapping her fingers against the banister impatiently. She was a rather round woman with short blonde hair, her fingernails were always perfect, her hair always perfect. But she herself was far from perfect.
She didn't run an orphanage so that she could take care of all the poor relative less kids in the city of Moscow. She was in it for the money only, I don't think she enjoys her job but she's always happy when it's pay day. She doesn't even own this place, she just runs it, it's owned by some rich git in the city who did his part for the city by having it built. We don't even know his name.
"Come on you silly girl, you have a visitor" She pointed out, although she looked at me as though I wasn't worthy enough of having a visitor. "He's waiting in the front room"
Who could possibly want to see me? I walked past the annoying woman and into the front room, to find a man with purple hair and goggles sat on the sofa. He stood up as I entered; he was a tall lanky man who towered over me.
"So you are Hannah Jackson?" he asked, looking me up and down. I nodded warily, I'd never seen him before, how did he know who I was? "Not really what I expected" he said pointedly.
"My name is Boris Balkov. I come to offer you a position on a world class beyblade team Hannah, we have been observing your skills for some time and my superiors seem to think you are good enough to join our team" He said loudly, he sounded rather bored, as though he didn't really want to be there. I stood there in shock for a moment, a team, a real beyblade team! My chance to get out of this place at last! I casually put my hand in my pocket and tightened my fingers around my blade.
"Well are you going to accept our offer or not?" he asked impatiently, "there are other alternatives you know and I am a busy man!" I just nodded at him, still in awe at my luck.
"Good! Now you have an hour to pack your things. Only an hour! Now if you'll excuse me I need to talk to your guardian about this" He swept from the room, as though he was God's gift. Allowing myself a small grin, I ran back upstairs to pack my stuff. My ticket out of here had just presented itself, right in front of my face! And if anyone in this place thought I wasn't going to take it, well, they were dead wrong!
About 45 minutes later I was sat on my bed, a small suitcase next to me, filled with my few precious belongings. I'd been in this room for the past 9 years, every room mate I'd ever had, had asked to be moved to a different room. Mrs Maximov had given up trying to place me with another girl. Mrs Maximov appeared at my door, for once a smile on her chubby face.
"So Hannah, this is goodbye huh?" she asked me softly. I merely nodded. "This means no more rock music thudding down through the ceiling and crying in the night" she wasn't sad I was leaving at all! She was glad about it!
"Although," she began, she looked embarrassed to have to say it, "I guess we will miss you a little bit" she never looked at me throughout this, just looked at her feet.
I guess I was wrong. But then the man's voice called sharply up the stairs. "If you're coming, come now!"
Mrs Maximov ushered me out of the room. "Come now girl! Don't keep Mr Boris waiting!" I was practically shoved down the stairs in her haste to get me out of the house. Once outside, the door was closed behind me and I walked down the snow covered path to the black limousine that was waiting by the gate.
I climbed inside and sank back against the black leather interior. It was nice, I looked out of the window and looked at the dark building that had been my home for the past nine years of my life. The car rolled smoothly past the sign near the huge black gate. Highgale Orphanage. Goodbye Mrs Maximov, and Rachel and her tittering friends Marie and Amy, and all the other kids in there. But through it all I guess I had grown used to it. Goodbye old life and hello to the new I guess.
I felt a bit uncomfortable under the constant stare of Boris. The guy was pretty freaky! "I understand you're mute" he just said it as though it were nothing at all. I looked at him incredulously. It was kinda a touchy subject for me. "I just think you should know that you are not going to get any special treatment at the abbey"
I already knew this, I hadn't ever had any other special treatment and I didn't expect to start getting it now. Honestly when were we going to get there, this creep was seriously freaking me out!
Finally we pulled up outside a huge great building. It had lots of ugly stone gargoyles jutting out of the edges of the towers. We got out of the car and I looked up in awe, this place was massive! Mr Boris's sharp voice broke me out of my reverie.
"Come on! We don't have all day!" he then turned and swept of towards the main doors. We walked quickly through many stone corridors, each one looked exactly the same. It would be easy to get lost in a place like this. After about five minutes Boris came to a halt outside a large wooden door.
"This is your room" he said simply. "You will be expected to rise each morning and be out in the courtyard for 8 o'clock sharp, you will be provided with a map at some point later, as well as a schedule and some clothes more suited to this place. We shall leave you here to settle in and I suggest you get some sleep because you are going to need all of your energy" He handed me a small silver key and turned around and walked back the way he came.
I watched him go before going into the room. It was pretty extravagant. Stone walls and floor, covered mostly by a large deep red thick looking rug, a bed in the corner, surrounded by crimson velvet hangings, a chest of drawers, a desk, a few wall hangings and a door which led off to what I assumed was a bathroom. Yep, pretty nice, much better than my room at Highgale that was for sure.
This room was furnished with stuff from the 19th century, pretty gothic, kinda suited me well. I went through into the bathroom. Bloody hell! My mind registered, it was huge, a bath that could fit at least five people into it. An even bigger shower. There were several bottles stood around the edge of the bath and plenty of soft white towels were stacked in the corner. They treated their bladers pretty well here. There was a laundry chute built into the wall too.
I unpacked my few belongings and sat down on the bed. It was only 6 o'clock, all this excitement had made me kinda tired, so I laid down on the bed. I only intended to close my eyes for a while, but I guess we have no control over something like that.
I was awoken to a sharp knocking at my door, I started awake. I got to my feet quickly and crossed the room and opened the door. There was a boy on the other side of the door, slightly smaller than me but not by much. He had a shock of purple hair, which he had attempted to cram under a green hat. Not succeeding I might add.
He looked slightly taken aback when I opened the door. But he soon regained his composure and looked at me haughtily.
"I've been sent here to give you these" he said coldly, and held out a small bundle of things to me. Must be the things that Boris had sent. I took them from the boy and gave him a small nod.
"Aren't ya gonna say thank you or anything?!" he demanded angrily. Well what the hell am supposed to do in situations like this? I opened my mouth subconsciously, but of course nothing came out. The boy gave me a scathing glance and took off down the corridor. Geez, you'd think Boris would've told him that I can't talk. Little cretin.
I closed my door and emptied the bag onto the bed. A map of this place, a schedule, clothes. Yep its all there. Ack, if he thinks I'm wearing those clothes he's got another thing coming. I have my own warm clothes. I began raving through the few things scattered on my desk. My black blade, Gothica, launcher, my notepad and pen. I needed that notepad for any sort of communication with those who don't know sign language, which is a lot of people.
I curled up under the covers, and promptly fell asleep, moving is a tiring business after all.
"You serious Ian?!" the tall blonde haired boy spluttered at his smaller companion.
"Dead serious Spence" the little purple haired boy known as Ian confirmed. "They have brought a girl into the abbey"
"Why would they do that?" a boy who was sat in the corner of the room asked loudly. His eyes and hair were a pale lilac colour and his skin was equally as pale.
Ian shrugged, "She aint the nicest of people either, I gave her the stuff that Boris told me to and she didn't even say thank you!"
"Hmm" the pale skinned boy called Bryan said. "I still don't see why they bring a girl in to the abbey"
"Well I guess it's a mystery to us all" a new voice sounded. Three heads turned to look at the newcomer in the doorway. He was quite tall and dressed in a white and orange suit. His blood red hair was spiked up on either side of his head and his eyes were a brilliant turquoise.
"Hey Tala" Ian greeted him.
"Hey guys!" the boy said as he walked into the room.
"I guess Boris has his reasons" Spencer said quietly, returning to the conversation.
"Well, we'll find out soon enough" Bryan said with a grin, he stood up and began to walk out of the room. The others got up and followed him, Tala trailing along at the back.
Hmm, he thought to himself, this could be interesting.
I was awoken at 7am the next morning by a shrill alarm shrieking down the hallway. At first I thought there was a fire or something and rushed over to my window. Looking down on the courtyard below I could see several teenage boys trudging over to a large building which I assumed was the dining hall. Must just have been a wake up call.
After a quick hot shower, I quickly dressed in a pair of black jeans and combat boots. Pulling a jumper over my tank top I opened my door to find the same purple haired kid on the other side of it, his arm raised to knock. I froze and looked at him cautiously. He merely glared at me.
"Boris wants to see you" he said gruffly, "follow me" and with that he took off down the corridor, hardly leaving me anytime to lock my door behind me. I hurried along behind him, pulling my long brown hair into a ponytail as I walked. For a little guy he was kinda fast! He stopped outside a large black door and knocked on it loudly.
"What?!" a snappy voice came from inside.
"I've brought her Sir" The boy said coldly.
"Send her in then!"
He pushed the door open and gestured for me to enter. As soon as I had stepped foot through it he closed it behind me, making me jump slightly.
"Come here then!" the command came from the mouth of Boris, who was hunched over a stack of papers on his desk, hurriedly scribbling away at them.
I made my way over and at his command of "Sit!" I sat down in the large soft looking chair opposite him.
"I've been told to pass on a message to you Hannah" he began, not looking up from his work. "We do not tolerate weakness here. If you show any sign that you are failing, you will be punished"
Then why did you bring me here, if you expect me to fail so badly, so suddenly?! My mind was firing questions at him.
"You may be wondering if that's the case why we even brought you here" Whoa mind reader. "You're the first girl to ever have been enrolled at Biovolt. You are what you could call a test run, and if you succeed then we shall consider recruiting more females. Just remember that your every move is being surveyed, so one wrong move and you are out of here. You need to make a big impression on Voltaire"
Voltaire? Who was he? Could this guy be any more vague?!
"Go off now! Go to the courtyard, you need to train!" He commanded me, still not looking at me. I threw him a dry look before striding from the room. I wandered through the corridors for a few moments, still in a foul mood. Then I came to a conclusion.
I was lost.
S-E: So? Liking it? Hating it? Please review!!! I need to know whether I should continue or not.
I came up with the idea for this in the middle of science, it's been bouncing around my head for just over a week now. So I thought better get it down before I forget it. Please give me reviews on this, I really wanna know what you think.
Later!
"Hannah!" Mrs Maximov's voice echoed through the large house. I looked up from the drawing I was working on.
What does she want now? I thought angrily. Me and Mrs Maximov don't get on very well. I put my pencil down on the desk and stomped out of the door.
"Ooh what have you done now Hannah?" Rachel sneered at me as I walk past her open door. This earned her a giggles from her friends who she shared the room with. I merely threw them a scathing glare and continue on my path downstairs. I could see the plump Mrs Maximov stood at the foot of the stairs, rapping her fingers against the banister impatiently. She was a rather round woman with short blonde hair, her fingernails were always perfect, her hair always perfect. But she herself was far from perfect.
She didn't run an orphanage so that she could take care of all the poor relative less kids in the city of Moscow. She was in it for the money only, I don't think she enjoys her job but she's always happy when it's pay day. She doesn't even own this place, she just runs it, it's owned by some rich git in the city who did his part for the city by having it built. We don't even know his name.
"Come on you silly girl, you have a visitor" She pointed out, although she looked at me as though I wasn't worthy enough of having a visitor. "He's waiting in the front room"
Who could possibly want to see me? I walked past the annoying woman and into the front room, to find a man with purple hair and goggles sat on the sofa. He stood up as I entered; he was a tall lanky man who towered over me.
"So you are Hannah Jackson?" he asked, looking me up and down. I nodded warily, I'd never seen him before, how did he know who I was? "Not really what I expected" he said pointedly.
"My name is Boris Balkov. I come to offer you a position on a world class beyblade team Hannah, we have been observing your skills for some time and my superiors seem to think you are good enough to join our team" He said loudly, he sounded rather bored, as though he didn't really want to be there. I stood there in shock for a moment, a team, a real beyblade team! My chance to get out of this place at last! I casually put my hand in my pocket and tightened my fingers around my blade.
"Well are you going to accept our offer or not?" he asked impatiently, "there are other alternatives you know and I am a busy man!" I just nodded at him, still in awe at my luck.
"Good! Now you have an hour to pack your things. Only an hour! Now if you'll excuse me I need to talk to your guardian about this" He swept from the room, as though he was God's gift. Allowing myself a small grin, I ran back upstairs to pack my stuff. My ticket out of here had just presented itself, right in front of my face! And if anyone in this place thought I wasn't going to take it, well, they were dead wrong!
About 45 minutes later I was sat on my bed, a small suitcase next to me, filled with my few precious belongings. I'd been in this room for the past 9 years, every room mate I'd ever had, had asked to be moved to a different room. Mrs Maximov had given up trying to place me with another girl. Mrs Maximov appeared at my door, for once a smile on her chubby face.
"So Hannah, this is goodbye huh?" she asked me softly. I merely nodded. "This means no more rock music thudding down through the ceiling and crying in the night" she wasn't sad I was leaving at all! She was glad about it!
"Although," she began, she looked embarrassed to have to say it, "I guess we will miss you a little bit" she never looked at me throughout this, just looked at her feet.
I guess I was wrong. But then the man's voice called sharply up the stairs. "If you're coming, come now!"
Mrs Maximov ushered me out of the room. "Come now girl! Don't keep Mr Boris waiting!" I was practically shoved down the stairs in her haste to get me out of the house. Once outside, the door was closed behind me and I walked down the snow covered path to the black limousine that was waiting by the gate.
I climbed inside and sank back against the black leather interior. It was nice, I looked out of the window and looked at the dark building that had been my home for the past nine years of my life. The car rolled smoothly past the sign near the huge black gate. Highgale Orphanage. Goodbye Mrs Maximov, and Rachel and her tittering friends Marie and Amy, and all the other kids in there. But through it all I guess I had grown used to it. Goodbye old life and hello to the new I guess.
I felt a bit uncomfortable under the constant stare of Boris. The guy was pretty freaky! "I understand you're mute" he just said it as though it were nothing at all. I looked at him incredulously. It was kinda a touchy subject for me. "I just think you should know that you are not going to get any special treatment at the abbey"
I already knew this, I hadn't ever had any other special treatment and I didn't expect to start getting it now. Honestly when were we going to get there, this creep was seriously freaking me out!
Finally we pulled up outside a huge great building. It had lots of ugly stone gargoyles jutting out of the edges of the towers. We got out of the car and I looked up in awe, this place was massive! Mr Boris's sharp voice broke me out of my reverie.
"Come on! We don't have all day!" he then turned and swept of towards the main doors. We walked quickly through many stone corridors, each one looked exactly the same. It would be easy to get lost in a place like this. After about five minutes Boris came to a halt outside a large wooden door.
"This is your room" he said simply. "You will be expected to rise each morning and be out in the courtyard for 8 o'clock sharp, you will be provided with a map at some point later, as well as a schedule and some clothes more suited to this place. We shall leave you here to settle in and I suggest you get some sleep because you are going to need all of your energy" He handed me a small silver key and turned around and walked back the way he came.
I watched him go before going into the room. It was pretty extravagant. Stone walls and floor, covered mostly by a large deep red thick looking rug, a bed in the corner, surrounded by crimson velvet hangings, a chest of drawers, a desk, a few wall hangings and a door which led off to what I assumed was a bathroom. Yep, pretty nice, much better than my room at Highgale that was for sure.
This room was furnished with stuff from the 19th century, pretty gothic, kinda suited me well. I went through into the bathroom. Bloody hell! My mind registered, it was huge, a bath that could fit at least five people into it. An even bigger shower. There were several bottles stood around the edge of the bath and plenty of soft white towels were stacked in the corner. They treated their bladers pretty well here. There was a laundry chute built into the wall too.
I unpacked my few belongings and sat down on the bed. It was only 6 o'clock, all this excitement had made me kinda tired, so I laid down on the bed. I only intended to close my eyes for a while, but I guess we have no control over something like that.
I was awoken to a sharp knocking at my door, I started awake. I got to my feet quickly and crossed the room and opened the door. There was a boy on the other side of the door, slightly smaller than me but not by much. He had a shock of purple hair, which he had attempted to cram under a green hat. Not succeeding I might add.
He looked slightly taken aback when I opened the door. But he soon regained his composure and looked at me haughtily.
"I've been sent here to give you these" he said coldly, and held out a small bundle of things to me. Must be the things that Boris had sent. I took them from the boy and gave him a small nod.
"Aren't ya gonna say thank you or anything?!" he demanded angrily. Well what the hell am supposed to do in situations like this? I opened my mouth subconsciously, but of course nothing came out. The boy gave me a scathing glance and took off down the corridor. Geez, you'd think Boris would've told him that I can't talk. Little cretin.
I closed my door and emptied the bag onto the bed. A map of this place, a schedule, clothes. Yep its all there. Ack, if he thinks I'm wearing those clothes he's got another thing coming. I have my own warm clothes. I began raving through the few things scattered on my desk. My black blade, Gothica, launcher, my notepad and pen. I needed that notepad for any sort of communication with those who don't know sign language, which is a lot of people.
I curled up under the covers, and promptly fell asleep, moving is a tiring business after all.
"You serious Ian?!" the tall blonde haired boy spluttered at his smaller companion.
"Dead serious Spence" the little purple haired boy known as Ian confirmed. "They have brought a girl into the abbey"
"Why would they do that?" a boy who was sat in the corner of the room asked loudly. His eyes and hair were a pale lilac colour and his skin was equally as pale.
Ian shrugged, "She aint the nicest of people either, I gave her the stuff that Boris told me to and she didn't even say thank you!"
"Hmm" the pale skinned boy called Bryan said. "I still don't see why they bring a girl in to the abbey"
"Well I guess it's a mystery to us all" a new voice sounded. Three heads turned to look at the newcomer in the doorway. He was quite tall and dressed in a white and orange suit. His blood red hair was spiked up on either side of his head and his eyes were a brilliant turquoise.
"Hey Tala" Ian greeted him.
"Hey guys!" the boy said as he walked into the room.
"I guess Boris has his reasons" Spencer said quietly, returning to the conversation.
"Well, we'll find out soon enough" Bryan said with a grin, he stood up and began to walk out of the room. The others got up and followed him, Tala trailing along at the back.
Hmm, he thought to himself, this could be interesting.
I was awoken at 7am the next morning by a shrill alarm shrieking down the hallway. At first I thought there was a fire or something and rushed over to my window. Looking down on the courtyard below I could see several teenage boys trudging over to a large building which I assumed was the dining hall. Must just have been a wake up call.
After a quick hot shower, I quickly dressed in a pair of black jeans and combat boots. Pulling a jumper over my tank top I opened my door to find the same purple haired kid on the other side of it, his arm raised to knock. I froze and looked at him cautiously. He merely glared at me.
"Boris wants to see you" he said gruffly, "follow me" and with that he took off down the corridor, hardly leaving me anytime to lock my door behind me. I hurried along behind him, pulling my long brown hair into a ponytail as I walked. For a little guy he was kinda fast! He stopped outside a large black door and knocked on it loudly.
"What?!" a snappy voice came from inside.
"I've brought her Sir" The boy said coldly.
"Send her in then!"
He pushed the door open and gestured for me to enter. As soon as I had stepped foot through it he closed it behind me, making me jump slightly.
"Come here then!" the command came from the mouth of Boris, who was hunched over a stack of papers on his desk, hurriedly scribbling away at them.
I made my way over and at his command of "Sit!" I sat down in the large soft looking chair opposite him.
"I've been told to pass on a message to you Hannah" he began, not looking up from his work. "We do not tolerate weakness here. If you show any sign that you are failing, you will be punished"
Then why did you bring me here, if you expect me to fail so badly, so suddenly?! My mind was firing questions at him.
"You may be wondering if that's the case why we even brought you here" Whoa mind reader. "You're the first girl to ever have been enrolled at Biovolt. You are what you could call a test run, and if you succeed then we shall consider recruiting more females. Just remember that your every move is being surveyed, so one wrong move and you are out of here. You need to make a big impression on Voltaire"
Voltaire? Who was he? Could this guy be any more vague?!
"Go off now! Go to the courtyard, you need to train!" He commanded me, still not looking at me. I threw him a dry look before striding from the room. I wandered through the corridors for a few moments, still in a foul mood. Then I came to a conclusion.
I was lost.
S-E: So? Liking it? Hating it? Please review!!! I need to know whether I should continue or not.
