Taiy-Chan: Yay! Another update! This chapter is going to get gory and stuff. I've upped the rating to PG-13, but if you think I should make it an R rated story, please tell me.

Warning: There is blood and mentioned RAPE in this chapter. Not detailed, but it's still there.

Taiy-Chan: Yeah, I'm sorry to Jo-Chan-ANIME, who the character Morgaine is made after, for making Morgaine get raped. SORRY!

Disclaimer: Taiy-Chan doesn't own Beyblade.

One thought raced through her mind as her hands were chained to the wall.

"Am I strong enough to survive this?"

Chapter # 9 No Regrets

They smiled at her. Sick, cold smiles that made her stomach churn. She refused to look at them and kept her head down. She heard Boris pick up a knife, the sound of metal scraping on stone hurting her ears. Fear was clawing at the pit of her stomach, threatening to take over. Morgaine fought it, she had to keep her cool.

Morgaine felt sick as she watched Boris test the knife on one of the men, cutting his arm deeply. Laughing as the blood dripped to the ground. The man had winced. How well will she fair? Morgaine looked around wildly, panic seeping into her. She had never felt this scared in her life. She could hear her heart pound in her ears as Boris dismissed the two men. Morgaine swallowed and willed herself to stay strong.

Boris knelt in front of her, his smile never leaving his face. He brought one of this rough, dirty hands up to cup her face. Morgaine tired to flinch away from the contact, but Boris's grip was firm. She refused to meet his gaze, disgusted with herself for letting this get so far. If she had just controlled her emotions and did everything that she was told to do like a good girl, this might never have happened. Mind you, she was never the person to let someone push her around.

"Such a fair face." Boris whispered, Morgaine glared at him, but didn't say anything. "So intelligent and proud. It's too bad that I'll have to break such a pure soul."

Morgaine's heart beat faster, but she didn't show her fear. She was stronger than this. She can get through this. She had to.

Morgaine felt the cold, metal blade of the knife on her cheek, but didn't flinch. She stayed still as the sharp edge cut her skin in a long line across the side of her face. She stayed quiet as blood slowly dripped down her face like bloody tears.

"Keep it up, Morgaine." Boris hissed, his hot breath hitting her face. "I love a good fight."

Morgaine closed her eyes. The cut hurt, but she wouldn't make a noise. She wouldn't grant Boris the satisfaction of seeing her pain. She thought of her friends, Sara, Pauline, Kai, Ray, Kenny...Tyson. They'd do the same thing. She had to stay strong. For her friends.

The slap came suddenly, it threw her face sideways with the impact, leaving a stinging, red mark darkened by smeared blood. Her eyes flew open in shock and she glared the man, her eyes cold and angry.

"Don't treat me with such disrespect when your life is in my hands." Boris growled as he ripped her shirt with the knife, exposing skin.

"You are a sick, old basterd." Morgaine hissed in a deadly voice as her eyes seemed to darken.

Boris just smiled.

"I've been called worse." He dragged the knife down the length of her arm, leaving a river of blood from her shoulder to her wrist.

Morgaine bit the inside of her cheek. It hurt, and it wasn't going to end quickly. Boris was slowly torturing her, breaking her.

Boris grabbed the torn skin and twisted it, causing blood to gush out. Morgaine flinched but still kept quiet.

"You're a strong one. But I'd love to hear you scream." Boris whispered into her ear, licking the outside of it.

Morgaine stared blankly ahead, wanting to puke. It was disgusting, it was just wrong. Her whole body felt dirty. She knew that she might never get rid of the feeling.

He cut her, made her bleed. Her shirt was ruined, and only just covered her. Her pants weren't faring any better. The once blue jeans were stained red with blood, rips on the knees and down the thighs, blood leaking from the exposed skin.

But Morgaine never cried out, never made a sound. Even when Boris tore off what remained of her clothes and took away the last shred of innocence left in her. Even when he bit her skin and marked her as he reached his climax. She stayed quiet.

Boris stood up and straightened his clothes, a sick smirk glued onto his face as he stared triumphantly at the silent figure slumped against the wall.

Tala jumped when his pocket started to heat up. He quickly snatched Dream from his pocket and watched with wide eyes as it sparked. Something was bothering the dragon.

"Morgaine's in trouble." Tala muttered as he sat up. He walked briskly out of his bedroom in search of the others. Not everyone could survive the Abby.

They were running out of time.

Boris unchained her, and she slid down to the ground, not having the energy left to stay sitting. Boris smiled wider as he tilted her head up to look at him with blank eyes. Boris sneered.

"How would you like to die, Morgaine? Because once I'm done with you, I will have no reason to keep you. So tell me, how would you like to die?" He said smugly.

Morgaine was silent, and Boris knew that he had indeed broken her. He opened his mouth to continue when she spoke, her eyes dark and filled with anger and hate.

"I would like to die of old age, you bastered. And I'd be damned if I let you change that." she hissed.

Boris growled and stood up abruptly. She was stronger than he had thought. He fumed as he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

A lantern was left in the room, the dim light causing shadows to dance across the walls. Morgaine sat up and fixed her clothes as best as she could.

Morgaine sighed heavily as she leaned against the wall, blood still dripping from her wounds. She didn't move to wipe them, but instead looked around the room.

For the first time since she had been there, she could see the room clearly. It wasn't that interesting. Grey, stone bricks layered on top of one another. Water slowly dripping from the ceiling. But that wasn't what caught Morgaine's attention.

Names, carved into the stone. Words, quotes, tallies of the number of days spent in this cage.

Kevin,

Danielle,

Caitlyn,

Emily,

Sean,

Gabriel.

So many names. So many kids that went through the same thing that she did.

Not guilty.

No faith.

Hopeless.

So many lives ruined by one man.

In Memory of Alex Brampton 1991-2003.

In Memory of Sara Ocorn 1993-2000.

In Memory of Chad Koles 1989-2003

So many kids, forgotten. So many kids that no one knows is dead.

Morgaine slowly got to her feet, using the wall as support. She ignored the pain and dizziness it caused and walked over to the far side of the room.

There, beside many others was a name. But this one she recognized.

Kai

And writtenabove it were two words.

No fear.

Morgaine glanced beside it. Another name she recognized.

Nothing Lasts Forever.

Tala

Words, encouraging the readers to never give up. So many. So many that they rivaled the words of fear and loss.

There's always hope.

Bryan.

Never give up.

Spencer.

Fear. Love. Laugh. Cry. Feel.

Ian.

Morgaine traced the words, her heart going out to those who they had thought to be so heartless just months ago. To survive so much and keep on going is something most people could never do.

"Once I get out of here, I'm writing a book. About everything you guys went through, to let the world know how hard it was." Morgaine whispered, leaning her head against the wall.

Morgaine sighed.

"Here I am. Stuck trying to save the world once again. Only now it's so much more complicated. Last year, we just had to defeat a team, win the world championships... Now, we have to stop an old man from taking over the world. With no help, no cheering fans. Just us." Morgaine snorted. "Last year seems piddly to this."

"No one got hurt last year. But now...It's a whole new ball game."

"We're going up against the most modern technology in the world. Man, how are we going to pull this off?" Morgaine said as she sat back down on the stones.

"Well, I can't say my life is boring. Because it's far from it." Morgaine knew she was babbling, but she didn't care. There was no one here to listen to her, but it was just to quiet.

Morgaine shook her head. She was still in a state of shock. The pain from her wounds had faded into a dull throb, and Morgaine was getting used to it. But she couldn't grasp it. She had been raped. Raped. Screwed. Fucked.

Hot wet tears started falling from her eyes. They came slowly at first, but then she started sobbing. Morgaine knew that she had been avoiding the fact. She didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to, even though she knew it was true. But that didn't change her. Morgaine would not let something like that change the person she is. She wouldn't break. She wouldn't let Boris win. She had to stay strong.

"The least I can do for them is get information. Maybe then we'd be able to figure this whole thing out." Morgaine muttered. She wiped away the last of her tears with a determined look on her face.

"It doesn't matter what happens to me. My friends will never judge me that way. I can't give up, for it won't be me who's effected. It'd be my friends, my family who'd suffer."

Morgaine traced her hands over the stones underneath her feet. Something had been drawn there, carved like the words on the wall. She couldn't tell what it was.

Morgaine traced the pattern, looking at it from different angles, trying to decipher it. She spent many minutes like this, until she was running a figure over the outline of the creature again and again. She knew it was some sort of animal, but what kind?

Then, she saw it. If you looked at it from a certain point, the carving came to life. Morgaine smiled as she looked at the drawing.

It was of an eagle. It's wings spread out, as if it was caught in mid-flight. The detail was so magnificent that it seemed to move as the light flickered over it.

Morgaine's family was from Ireland, and their clan's animal was an eagle. It had been so long since she had ever seen one, real life or just in a picture. For some reason, seeing it now, in a place like this, it seemed to give her courage and strength.

Morgaine got to her feet and walked over to where her chain's lay on the ground. She took a sharp piece that had broken off and walked back over to where the Demolition Boys had carved their names.

Morgaine thought for a moment, contemplating on what to write. Then, she smiled and started hacking the stone away to form letters. After ten minutes, she was finally done. She stood back and looked proudly at her work. Morgaine cocked her head and smiled. It was not as impressive as the eagle, but it was a start.

"Nothing lasts forever, huh? Well, I guess I'll trust you on that one."

No Regrets.

Morgaine.

Taiy-Chan: YAY! I'm finally done. I know, I know, it was short and I apologize. But I really wanted to get this done. And also, I wanted it to just star Morgaine(kinda). I'm also going away again in a couple of days and I wanted to get this up ASAP! I'll try to update again sooner! Hoped you liked! Read and Review!