Hello everybody! Just for the record, it's my first story and reviews are greatly appreciated. I first posted this on a different website, and oh yes, I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, PLACES, OR BEYBLADES, however I do own any original characters. Happy Reading!
As the sun began to set, an old man sighed as he stared out the window. Turning to the computer screen, he sat down on the chair to think. Where could he have gone? He raised his eyes to a picture of a navy-haired teen with his friends. Tyson, a world-class beyblader. Perhaps even the best. And yet he was missing. Could he have maybe run away? Mr. Dickinson knew that the pressures of being world famous had gotten to him before, but not enough to make him run away. At least I hope not…he thought to himself sadly.
'Ring-ring! Ring-ring!'
The sound of his phone made him jump. He picked it up, startled.
"Hello, Mr. Dickinson? We have some information for you about Tyson. We were able to trace him for a bit, thanks to Kenny's trackers, but it disappeared after a while. We believe that he was kidnapped, because he moved far to fast to be on his own."
Oh crap, he thought, how in the hell am I gonna tell his team? "Well, thank you sir. Please do not tell anyone until the formal announcement." He instructed the man. "Thank you. Good day." He began to search thorough his files. Retrieving a small pocketbook, he flipped thorough it to see their photo, again. He flipped it over, revealing addresses and phone numbers. Picking up the phone to call the first numbers for Tyson, his father and Grandfathers, he realized that his grandfather, or Keahi, as he was also known, was the one that told him. As he gathered up the numbers, he realized that he was missing one-Tyson's mother.