A/N: Don't own Beyblade, or the title based on asong by Evanescence, or Nightmare Academy by Frank Peretti. This fic is based on that book. Non-yaoi of course.

Prologue: Insanity

Only one thing pulsated with his heart beat over and over again: run!

He stumbled over thick roots and rocks on the forest floor. It was inevitable; he tripped and landed on his knees. Picking himself up, barely noticing his scraped knees, he continued on, breathless. Never before had he run so hard. Never before had he been so desperate.

It had sounded perfect. It had sounded relaxing. A place to stay for awhile and indulge in his favorite thing: Beyblading.

Of course, learning how to deal with things peacefully was nice too.

But it had quickly turned into a nightmare. Jim had gone missing and they had played mind games with him. He was lucky to have escaped, able to pick out the flaw in their cruel plans. He hoped if Jim was in the same predicament, that he too would find the flaw. It was the only way to get out, with a shred of sanity intact.

He was glad that Salima and Goki were elsewhere, teaching others how to Beyblade. They were very fortunate to have been able to elude being tricked into going to this Academy. Very fortunate.

All of a sudden he heard an inhuman growl, like that of a predator. It sounded very close to him.

He froze in terror. Could it be…? He had been warned about this…

Fearing for his life now, instead of his sanity, he took off running once more.

He never heard the growl again. He burst through a couple of thick bushes into a ditch, falling again to his knees. Gasping for breath, he glanced around wildly, hoping it or they hadn't followed him…

An old road was present before him, a gravel road. He had no idea where he was so he was taking a risk in going either way. He didn't want to be found by them. They would take him back, or maybe even kill him to cover up their little plan.

Suddenly he heard another strange sound. There was a bit of familiarity to it but he couldn't remember the name. That's what happens to your mind when you're taken. That's what happens when you can't distinguish reality from make-believe.

The sound came closer and flashing lights were seen. Blue and red…at least that's what he thought they were? For all he knew they could've been green, white, yellow, black, pink, purple, or brown. They were simply colors and they reminded him of the swirling mass of colors he had encountered in the Room; a pink flower, green grass, the basic stuff. He had reached out to touch them but they weren't there. They were never there. It wasn't a flower; it had been a book. There had been no green grass; there was blue carpeting.

All of this, this psychological torture—it was unending! He had to get out of there, but fast!

And he had found a way! The flaw in their perfect little plan.

The flashing lights came to a stop in front of him. He sighed in relief, the strange lights bringing comfort to him. "What is with you kids, wandering around in the middle of the night?"a voice said to him. It was a man, dressed in a uniform. Or so he thought. Maybe the man wasn't there at all. Maybe it was another illusion, designed to mess with his mind.

He shook his head and felt tears well up in his eyes. They had taken him and completely driven him insane…well, almost completely.

"Second kid tonight. Hey, you, what's your name?"

'My name?' he thought, confused. "What's a name?" he asked out loud, almost crazily. "I have no name!" he repeated hysterically in a state of panic.

"What? C'mon kid, we're taking you down to the station, or better yet a mental institution…" the man muttered, obviously not a very friendly man. He grabbed the teenager by the arms and helped into the back of his police vehicle.

The teenager frowned when the man set him down on the seat. 'Anytime now…' he thought, patting the cold leather-like material. 'It's not there! It's not!' He winced and cowered when the man slammed his front door shut. As the vehicle moved forward, he glanced to the other side where another teenager with blonde hair and freckles with closed eyes sat. "Jim…" he murmured fearfully.

But wait! That wasn't Jim. Or maybe it was. He didn't know. He didn't know anything anymore. He cried out in emotional anguish, causing the driver to almost swerve off of the road and into the ditch. "Confound it! Are you injured, kid?"

"Yes," he answered mournfully. He was, he really was.

"Where?" The man had forgotten to check for injuries.

The teen did not respond.

"I had better take you to the hospital then as well," the man said and increased his speed, and then said under his breath, "And definitely the mental institution…"

The teen sighed again, feeling something warm in his eyes. They had nearly broken him.

It had been a nightmare.

He could see the fullness of the moon, reflecting the light of the sun, in the rearview mirror but shook his head. There was no moon. There was no sun. They had never been there. They didn't exist, or did they?

Kane was confused. There had never been a reason for the sun and the moon to exist. There had only been he, lying in the snow under his purple sky.

A/N: I know, it sounds confusing. Don't worry. Kai, Tyson, and the whole gang appear in the first chapter. I'm sure you recognized Kane and his friends from V-Force. Let me know of any OOCness in a mature manner. Not a pointless flame. Updates depend on where I am at personally in writing since I've got several other stories that need updating…