Hello! It's me again. I'm so, so sorry I HAVEN'T been updating. But I have been very busy. You see I been writing a comic for the Rising Stars of Manga Contest. It's taking all my computer time, so I don't get a chance to type up my fics. And I also have been busy working on my web site, too. Check it out. It's not finished yet but I still have some things on it. I'm working on it!

Does anyone remember me telling you guys about the Arc the Lad game I couldn't stop playing. Well I finally got to the final level about a month ago. You have to beat 3 monsters in a row, without saving! So it takes like 4 hours to beat! And my mom won't let me play that long. One day my sis was playing the game and wouldn't turn off the game so my mom took it away and said we could have it back when school ends. Guess what! She lost it! She can't find my game! It's lost!

Well anyway here's the next chapter. Thanks for all your reviews!

Since I forgot how Max was going to escape I had to change it. Heh heh…yeah…

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade

Chapter eight: Escape!

In Max's mind the boy went over and over his big plan of escape. Perfecting it, making sure there were no flaws. But there was. It was no minor flaw, either. One mistake, one slip up, and he was as good as dead. There would be no turning back once he sent his plan into action.

"I have to make it!" Max thought, "This has to work. I got to warn Tyson and the others or…or…something awful is going to happen to them!"

"This has to work!" Max said out loud. "Oh no!" he thought. But it was too late.

'Hey, kid! What are you muttering about back there?" questioned a man standing in front of the door of Max's cell. He was the guard and a very evil man.

"…I…I…I didn't…say…a thing…" Max managed to say through shakes. His whole body was shaking. He was scared, no, terrified of the man. The boy was shaking in his boots. For he know what the man was capable of doing. He had seen it. The person in the cell next to his had smarted off to the guard and had received a beating. Max hadn't heard any movement in the cell since.

The man glared at him. His eyes only showed hatred and anger. He was truly evil. He slapped a long, thin whip against his rough hand. Over and over in a rhyme tic beat. He snickered softly, smiling, an eerie smile, allowing a view of his golden tooth.

"You want a beating?" he asked through gritted teeth. Then was no answer. "Do you?!"

"No…no sir!" Max answered, squeezing his eyes tightly shut.

"I think you do. Since you won't tell me what you said," the wicked guard replied. He began to unlock the door. He put an old rusty key into the cell's keyhole and turned the key, unlocking the door. He continued to hit his whip against his hand. He stepped under the prison door's frame; and began to walk slowly over to Max. With every step, his boots made a "tap, tap" sound. Almost simultaneous to Max's beating heart. But the pace of the young boy's heart quicken as the evil man drew closer to him.

"Oh no…" Max thought, "What's he going to do to me?" Max stood up and stepped back against the cold brick wall. His heart felt as if it would fall out of his chest. The man neared the boy, with each "tap, tap" of his boots.

"What am I going to do?" the young boy thought, "He's going to whip me with that thing! Wait!" His eyes rested upon the whip. "That's it!" I can use that against him. A wicked smile spread across his little face.

The man was directly in front of Max now. He glared down at the boy. His eyes shined red, blood red, as if he was a murdered. The guard began to laugh. He snickered as he spoke, "So, what do you have to say now? You'll think twice before opening that rotten month of yours again!"

"UHH!" Max cried out as the man violently grabbed him by the neck.

"Maybe there won't be a next time…? Maybe I'll just kill you, now!" Max bought his hands up to his neck. He clasped his hands over his enemy's, trying to break free from the man's grip.

"Oh no...My plan isn't going to work now," Max thought.

"Wha ha ha! Look at you, you're pathetic! I think I'll end your suffering right now, but…" A wicked smile spread across his lips as a thought came to him. "But…I'll make it a slow and painful death!"

He tightened his grip around the boy's small neck. His cold, icy hands pressed against the fragile bones of Max's throat, making it difficult for him to breathe. Darkness began to call to him. His eyes became heavy; his chest felt like it was going to explode. "I can't breathe! I-I can't escape!" he thought. "Uh…" His grip on the man's hands began to loosen as he faded into the blackness of unconsciousness. "I'm beginning to fade…I must escape…or else it will be too late for Tyson and the others!"

The bones of Max's neck made a popping sound as the man's strength crushed them. "Heh heh heh!" laughed the prison guard, "I guess I'll end your life soon. With one hand he shoved Max against the wall of the cell. The boy continued to choke from the lack of oxygen.

"…I can't breathe…what I'm I going to do…?"

The prison guard stared at the boy on the verge of death. "The boss said if you gave me a hard time, I could do as I wish with you. I'll just tell him you have been a very bad boy, heh heh heh, and had to be taught a hard lesson…by the means of beating you! He'll just think you died from being too weak. And as he says there's no room for weaklings in this world!" The man raised his whip and sharply bought it down on Max.

"AAH!" Max cried as the pain surged through him.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Does that hurt? Next time I'll make sure is does even MORE!!" He bought the whip down again, with greater force than before. Then again and again.

"What can I do now? I'm trapped!…Tyson…Ray…Kai…please…help me!"

The man bought his whip down again but stopped. Because just then, right at that very moment a powerful strange aura had surrounded the two. It struck fear into the heart of the evil prison guard.

"What the hell is that!?" asked the man.

A strange glow came from the aura. The glow was coming from Max's pocket, from his Beyblade. It was Draciel! The glow grow bright. It become brighter and brighter until it was blinding. The man dropped Max to shield his eyes from the bright light. "AAAH! What the HELL!" Max fell to the floor with a thud.

"Now's my chance!" Max thought. "Draciel, thank you. You gave me another chance!"

"Damn! I can't see a god damn thing!" The guard cried.

Max got up from the cement floor of where he had landed on and dashed pass the blind man. He ran out the prison door, but stopped dead in his tracks when he passed them. "The door! I got to lock it or he'll be coming after me soon." Max pulled the door into a shut position. The boy was very pleased when he sow that the fool had left the key in the key hole. Max turned the key, securely locking the door. The prison guard had heard the click of the door locking. He turned franticly to come eye to eye with a grinning Max. The man swung his whip at him but the only thing it collided with was the rusty metal of the bars of the cell's door.

"I'm out of here," Max said as he turned tail and ran out of the dark camber. He ran up several flights of stairs then down a big hall. He could hear the prison guard screaming for help and yelling things like, "Get that kid, before he escapes back to his friends!"

Max came to a halt at the end of the hall. A scary looking man had been awaiting his arrival. The man bought his hand to his chest and pulled something out from underneath his shirt. It was a silver object. Light gleamed on its metal surface. Max knew instantly what it was. It was a gun!

"Have a nice life, kid…in HELL!" cried the man as he pulled the trigger of the pistol. Smoke surrounded the pistol, as the bullet shot out, aimed at Max. Max jumped to his right, trying to dodge the path of the bullet. Blood squirted out of his shoulder as the bullet skidded across his shoulder. The boy fell to the ground, pain surged through him.

"AAAIII!!" Max shakily brought his hands to his wound. He touched it softly to meet a world of pain. The pain shot through his arm. "Errr…" he glared up at the man. Max pushed himself back on his feet and started to walk toward the man. He staggered pasted him.

"Where do you think your going?" the man asked as he shot at the boy.

"I guess I failed. I let anyone down…" Max whispered shutting his eyes.

The bullet never reached Max. The boy opened his eyes slowly and glazed up at the man, but couldn't see him; someone else was blocking his view. It was a boy, but he appeared to be much older then Max, or even Kai. The boy had taken the blow. Blood leaked down his fingers and palm where the bullet had hit.

"What the HELL!" cried the man.

"WH-who are you?" Max questioned.

The boy looked at Max, and then replied, "That's not important at the moment. Get out of here, warn your friends. I'll take care of him!"

"How did you know about Tyson and the others?" the young boy asked suspiciously.

"No time! Get out of here!" The older boy cried.

The man prepared to shoot again. The older boy kicked the gun out of his hand, making it land on the floor, causing it to fire. The bullet landed in Max's savor's leg. The boy screamed in pain but continued to fight. He throw a back fist at the man's face. Then sent an axe kick at him, putting all his weight on his injured leg, striking the man fiercely, killing him instantly.

"Run!" the older boy cried.

Max nodded and ran. He ran and ran. He ran out the hall door and into the front room, then opened the door and continued to run into the forest. He ran pasted tall trees, and bushes. He dashed away until he couldn't any longer.

"Ok guys," Max thought, "I'm on my way to find you. And I will make it!"

To be continued…

Finally done with that chapter. The first one just about a certain character. YAY! I'm so sorry it took me forever to update. I'll try to be faster but I'm so busy!!

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