Chapter three is here. I hope its ok, I decided to try and write in first person. So this is going to be in Tala's POV.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I love getting your opinions and any help will be appreciated. And I totally agree, Tala has been very, very stupid.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beblade.
Now, on with the story:
As soon as I stepped out into the snow I immediately began to feel calmer. It was like all of my pent up emotions and frustrations had just been sucked out of me. I guess that's why I like the snow so much. No matter how angry or how sad I feel the snow always has a calming effect on me. Maybe that's why I hate summer so much?
Unfortunately I think my feelings were fuelling my body and now that they were gone I was exhausted. I'm not talking about the 'I'm so tired I need my bed.' I mean the 'I'm so tired I'm going to collapse if I don't sit down right now.'
So that's why after five minute of wondering aimlessly around the house I decided to have a nice little lie down right in the middle of the back garden. I know it's not the best thing to do when the temperature is considerably below zero but like I said before, the cold doesn't bother me. It has the same effects on my body as everybody else's but at a slower rate. Basically thanks to Wolborg I can withstand colder temperatures for longer. Just like Kai and heat I suppose.
Searching through one of my many pockets in my trousers my hand finally rested upon my beyblade.
Wolborg was the only one who understood me. He knew what I needed and why I was feeling the way I was. If something ever happened to him, I don't know what I would do. Actually, to tell the truth, I know perfectly well what I would do but lets not get into that right now.
I just wish somebody else besides from Wolborg could understand me. Maybe my therapist was right, maybe I am lonely. Its not like I've ever been loved by anyone before, except maybe by Boris but who in the right mind would want that kind of love? Still, was that the only love that people were capable of giving me?
I love my team but sometimes, I think they only put up with me because I'm their captain.
If Boris hadn't created the demolition boys, would we even know each other? I strongly doubted it. Why would anyone ever want to hang around with me? I'm not exactly the most interesting person and I have nothing to offer them.
A shiver suddenly wracked through my body and I began to notice that my clothes were completely soaked through. Well I did forget to put a coat on so it was to be expected but why am I feeling the cold so quickly?
Glancing at my bitbeast I couldn't help but be confused. Why was wolborg not helping me? Letting out a sigh I shoved my beyblade back into my pocket. Instead of contemplating the fact that my only true friend had just deserted me, I ended up staring up into the sky, watching as the snowflakes drifted closer and closer towards my unmoving body.
I must have been really deep in thought because suddenly I could hear laughter getting closer and closer to my current position. I turned my head in the direction that the sound was coming from and the next thing I knew, Spencer and Ian were gazing at me, confusion glittering in their eyes.
"Tal, what are you doing on the floor?"
I looked up at Spencer and he looked down at me. When our eyes met I gave him a smile and replied that I was making snow angels. With that comment I suddenly began opening and closing my arms and legs, hiding the fact that they were almost numb with cold before standing up and looking down at my work with forced pride. To my surprise I noticed that I was swaying, my legs felt like jelly, and I couldn't seem to control my movements. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice.
Ian started laughing before running off to make his own snow angels but Spencer's gaze was unwavering.
"Why haven't you got a coat on?" Not giving me a chance to reply he started tittering like a hen and before I knew what was happening he had gathered me in his arms and started giving me a hug.
"God Tal, you're so pale, and you're soaked, why are you so wet?" I wasn't sure whether he wanted me to reply or not, after all it was pretty obvious. He did just find me lying in the snow. He pulled away and held me at arms length. His expression demanded an answer. I was too confused by contemplating why Spencer was hugging me to give a sensible reply so I just said the first thing that I could think of.
"You know me Spencer, I don't feel the cold."
I knew I was lying as soon as the words left my mouth. I didn't usually feel the cold but today seemed to be an exception. I think Spencer knew this too because he unwrapped his scarf and gently placed it around my neck, he then shrugged himself out of his coat and put it around my shoulders. Then he began hugging me, again.
I was completely lost. What was I supposed to do? I'd never really been hugged before and I found myself feeling strangely safe in Spencer's embrace. I didn't want to pull away so instead I just stood there as Spencer held me tightly to his body, my head tucked underneath his chin. He only pulled away when Ian ran up to us and started begging for a snowball fight.
"Maybe later Ian, Tala needs to go inside and warm up." Spencer left no room for protest and I was left wondering who the captain was supposed to be here but one look at Ian's expression left me feeling guilty. The kid looked crushed.
"You know Spence, one snowball fight isn't really going to hurt anyone."
I looked at Spencer who in turn looked at Ian who was shooting me a grateful look for my added support. Spencer shot a disapproving glance in my direction but his steely resolve stayed in place.
"Later Ian."
With that said Spencer began herding us to the front door. I watched as Ian walked ahead but I found it hard to concentrate on his moving figure. It was like he was flickering from side to side. I shook my head and looked at him again but nothing changed. It was almost like I was watching him from under water. I began to notice that I was feeling rather light-headed.
"Are you ok?"
I glanced at Spencer's mouth. I must have looked really out of it but I couldn't bring myself to care. I could have sworn that I had just heard his sentence finish before his mouth stopped moving
Spencer gave me a hard look before he grabbed my arm and began pulling me along, holding me closely to his body, I think I was swaying because he kept giving me these really concerned looks.
What was wrong with me? Maybe the pills were finally having an effect, or maybe I was just cold. No, I was pretty sure it was the pills. Maybe I shouldn't have taken as many as I did.
I felt like I was drunk, and I couldn't help but find the situation hilarious and this was what worried me because lately I hadn't really been finding anything funny.
I hope you liked it. Which do you guys prefer, third person or from the characters POV?
I think if everyone liked this style of writing then the next chapters will be with Tala's POV and chapter four with Kai's POV.
So review and let me know. : )
Thank you.
