Dudes, sup, well thanx for the review ssotd. IT was awesome and considering you seemed to want to know what happens next atleast a little bit(lol) I thought I'd type up the first part of the next chapter which I am currently working on. Thanx a lot…really….A LOT for the review its because of reviews that I keep writing…atleast posting this quickly. Well hey this is a little teaser from the first part of chapter 15 which I havent titled yet but its just going to give you a little peek at how different the darkness Genecite brings out from deep within an individual really is. Well least a little bit. Besides perhaps it'll show you why Angel feared it so…or perhaps just make you want to read chapter 15 a little bit more. Well hey anyways I don't think Ill be able to update tomorrow since it's the 4th of july aka My excuse for having a day full of fire and explosions! Without getting in trouble I might add….well except for that one time when I tried to shoot my parents with a bottle rocket but hey…come on…least I missed.lol but yeah please read and review and I'll post quicker; if you don't well…you may have to wait awhile. Without further ado….the teaser…lol
LightInTheDarkTempest
p.s. Disclaimer: Dotn own Beyblade! Just my Ocs and the plot.
Footsteps echoed hollowly in the now dimly lit corridor. Coach still wore his triumphant grin plastered on his face as another figure followed behind him indifferently. Nearly excited to see his new 'weapon' Coach quickly opened a door to plunge down a narrow winding staircase and with the ginger-haired figure following closely walked through the dungeon doorway. With an excited air he walked commandingly to the last cell and looked in at a figure sitting alone in the darkest corner of the cell.
"Captain" he inquired in cold apprehension.
The figure looked up slowly from where she sat with head bowed,. The light of day shown dimly across her face revealing an evil grin of her own and black eyes of ice, black eyes…of death.
Coachs' grin turned into a broad malicious smile at the sight,
"Brooklyn I think you remember your Captain."
Brooklyn merely nodded as his eyes met the now black icy gaze of Angels.
"Good. Well Captain are you ready for your first test-run?"
Angel sneered evilly, almost maniacally before speaking in an icy tone that sent shivers even up Coach's spine,
"I'm ready…for blood!"
"Excellent" Replied Coach his smile turning even eviler as he tossed her the keys to her chains and watched as she quickly undid them.
"Come, Captain, its time to unleash you."
Angel stood and grinned the darkness in her eyes growing in anticipation.
With that Coach turned on his heal and started down the corridor, Angel and Brooklyn following. As they disappeared through the dungeon doorway, the sunlight shown weakly almost sadly on a stained and ripped piece of white fabric which lay discarded and forgotten in the darkest part of the cell. Its pure white color tainted forever by the still fresh discoloring of blood.