Hilary stood in her bedroom, a jet-black beyblade in her hand with no bit beast, an empty space. She was facing away from the window. It was dark outside, and she tried to block out the screams from outside that occurred every so often.
She opened her eyes quickly and they were dark green, the same as Creeper's skin. A second later they returned to normal.
What was that? She asked herself. That felt weird. Her head suddenly pounded and she collapsed onto her bed clutching it. Her eyes, once again, turned green.
What's happening? She asked herself weakly.
Listen to me said a faint voice said from inside her head but it seemed like the one who had said it was standing beside her. But she knew that she was alone. Her eyes turned back to normal but her head was still pounding.
"Who are you?" she asked out loud.
"I'm your bit beast," the voice replied. "Since your brother is gone, I am now yours."
"Creeper," was all she said. She tried to track the voice but had no luck so she gave up.
"Well done," he replied, snickering.
"Why are you doing these things?" she asked, she sounded scared.
"What else can I do to survive?" he asked her. "We all need to eat."
"But why people?" she asked desperately.
"Again, what else?" he asked. "Nothing else to eat."
"But if you're my bit beast or whatever, why won't you listen to me?" she asked, her voice a mixture of fear and anger.
"Because I am your bit beast," he began, "and you are my puppet."
"What?" she asked. She was scared now and she could feel her had starting to pound again. She collapsed onto her bed again. "Get out of my head!" she screeched.
"I can't do that," was all he told her. "I need a master. But you don't seem willing to help." And with that, everything went black.
Day 2. 7:30AM"What time is it?" Hilary asked out loud. It was now morning because it was light. It suddenly hit her what happened last night. She gasped and sat up, looking for the beyblade. She saw it on the floor and picked it up. Creeper's picture was now back in the centre of it. "But how? Oh no." She stood up and ran downstairs. "Dad?" she asked. He wasn't anywhere to be seen. The TV was switched off. She became slightly scared. "Dad, where are you?" She wandered around the rooms and there was no sign of him.
Oh no, oh please no she thought to herself.
"Don't worry, your father is safe," she heard a voice say which was the same as last night.
"What did you do with him?" she asked angrily.
"You will see," Creeper began, "in time. Now come, we have battles to win."
"What?" she asked. "No."
"Oh well," Creeper began mysteriously.
Hilary felt something overcome her and she was forced to walk out of the door and onto the street.
"What are you going to make me do?" she whispered, scared.
"You'll see," was the reply. "Now let go, and don't fight it."
"What?" she asked herself. She felt like her control over her body was gone. Her eyes were dark green like before.
Don't! she yelled but instead it was only a voice in the back of her head. She couldn't even talk. Why me? Why not anyone?
"Because you're your brother's sister," he replied. But this voice was not his. It was her own voice she was hearing.
I should have destroyed you when I was four she told him angrily.
"Well you didn't," he replied. All Hilary could do was watch, and she knew exactly where she was being made to go.
So soz about the wait but I'm having trouble with this fanfiction (AGAIN!) and I could really do with some help on this one. So plz R&R and plz help me