Hiya! This is my first Beyblade fic so I'm not really sure how good it is but I don't think it's too bad.
Disclaimer: As much as I would like to, I don't own Beyblade or any of its characters T.T
Copyright: Although I do not own the Beyblade characters, any and all original characters and the plot line are mine so please don't take them without permission.
Prologue - Dreams
It was dark. Darkness so thick the brightest light could not pierce it. He was running, hard and fast. He did not know where or from what he was running. His heart was pounding in his chest, the blood throbbing in his ears, and his legs aching painfully; but he could not stop. He did not know why, he just knew he could not stop. He heard a blood-curdling scream somewhere behind him. He pushed himself harder; he had to get away, he had to get away at all costs lest he be caught and – what? What would happen to him if he were caught? He did not know, he did not want to think about it. He ran faster, he couldn't get caught. The thud of heavy footsteps resounded all around him. Thud, thud, thud. He quickened his already frantic pace. The footsteps got louder but retained their slow and steady rhythm. He did not falter. The footsteps got louder and louder still. He at last stopped, not from exhaustion but from slow, painful realization: a plan. Was this it? Was this their plan? To drive him crazy with this sound, the darkness, the scream, with the knowledge that the inevitable – death – was coming. It did not matter, because even it was or was not, it was working.
He collapsed, falling to his knees. He covered his ears with his hands desperately trying to block out the sound; but silence never came for him. He still heard the dull thud of footsteps echoing mindlessly in his head like the solemn beat of a drum. He tried to ignore the pounding, tried to think through it. He tried to think of a way out, a way to escape, a way to save himself, and maybe, possibly, a way to defeat the monster that obviously wanted him dead. But it was impossible to think, for reason was quickly giving way to fear and sanity gradually slipping into oblivion. He felt hot tears slide down his cheeks as he started to lose hope. He did not understand why he was crying, why he was afraid in the first place. He had no idea who was following him, why he had ran away from them, or why he was folding himself into a tight trembling ball. He was so unused to this fear that it was almost scary but the fact that it felt so familiar was even scarier; scarier even than the monster – man – reaching for his throat.
A cold hand closed around his neck and roughly lifted him from the ground to leave him suspended in the air. The hand tightened its grip on him. He felt the fear rise inside of him, felt it grow by ten-fold. He closed his eyes tight and opened his mouth: "NOOOOOOOO!" he screamed as more frightened tears made themselves known. Blackness started to claim him, started to drag him down into the darkest, deepest pits of nothingness.
Then, finally, he woke up.
TBC
So what do you think? Good, bad, in the middle, what? Please review and let me know if I should continue; I already have the next chapter written and am working on the chapter after that. Only you, the readers, can decide whether I post them or not. Like I said this is my first Beyblade story so please be gentle, flames are welcome but only constructive criticism please.