Hey it's Kick-flare again with the second of If Only, back due to popular demand, disappearance of a writer's block and the amount of time given to me. Please do read and review and I hope you will read my other stories, which I have put my blood and sweat into. Luna belongs to Luna-Chan, please read her stories, as they are fanatic. Thanks again. Kick-flare
If OnlyChapter 2 – R.I.P. Tyson
A young female gave a weary sigh, for nearly three years she had fought against BEGA and its evil doings. We had all fought so hard and many of our number had died in action.
But each time we killed one; ten more took their places with even more strength and training. Rumour has it that Boris is working on a new plan; we've called it 'project death score'. Only our top and most trusted members know.
We are all pretty low from the recent blow we've sustained. Tyson Granger, world beyblading champion is dying. We can't figure out why, he was fighting fit three weeks ago then it all deteriorated so rapidly. He probably won't last the night now, I have a hunch that its poison, his skin is no longer tanned but it's blanched with a sickly yellow tinge. The whites of his eyes are going yellow as well, he's even stopped eating and taking fluids. He has stomach pains but doesn't even have the strength to complain.
We tried to get him to a hospital but some bastard informed BEGA and all the hospital within a hundred mile radius were swarming with BEGA's people.
Tyson gave another weak cough; he was slowly wasting away as the hours and days passed with a brutality that not even we would wish on Boris and BEGA.
Kylie bit her bottom lip to stop the tears, Tyson had become like a brother to her, and he was all she had left now. Her expressive grey eyes widen at sight of Tyson coughing up blood. Putting a bowl under Tyson's chin she held it in place while her friend coughed and threw up blood.
"Come on Tys, you can beat this… you're world champ…you're unstoppable!" Kylie pleaded, as tears escaped her eyes and rolled off her cheeks landing on semi-dirty blankets that covered Tyson.
"Kylie…" Tyson managed to rasp. "I'm done for… I... don't know how long… I can last…" He coughed again; Kylie sniffled and gripped his hand.
"I don't know what I'd do without you Tys…" Kylie choked, as the tears tightened her throat in an attempt to stop all speech.
"You'll manage… just stay strong…for me…" Tyson gave her his last smile, before he collapsed back onto the soft yet semi dirty pillows behind him. Kylie gave a silent cry and continued to tend to Tyson as she had done for entire three weeks since his illness.
Xanthia strode into the lobby, swearing and ranting, blood dripping down her arm from a recent gunshot wound in her shoulder.
"FUCKING LYING BASTARD!" She screamed, throwing her now useless gun across the room, her temper only subdued momentarily as the gun made a satisfying crunch against the wall.
"What's wrong?" Kai sighed, being the only one other than Tala, Bryan and Spencer, to talk to her while she was in this mood.
"Don't worry… I will sort it." Xanthia snapped at the blue haired captain and stomped downstairs to where 'Romero' the gun's expert was.
"TRAITOR!" Xanthia's voice rang out, which was soon followed by yelps and squeals for help. Ray, Max, Kai and Rick had shot down to help Romero and found evidence of Romero's treachery. Romero was tried and convicted of the crime. No one knew how to punish him, but were less than impressed with Xanthia's punishment, which was death, as Romero still claimed to be innocent.
"Xanny…what if Romero is innocent… then we would have killed an innocent man…" Luna spoke softly, placing her pale, delicate hand on Xanthia's heavily scarred arm.
"He isn't innocent. I found what he had been doing… he should die… He's the reason why Tyson is on his last few days!" Xanthia snapped at her older friend, causing Luna to wince.
Luna sighed, and hugged Xanthia to give her some comfort.
"My dear Xanny-Chan… you can't change what is happening…please don't be so angry…" Luna said softly, gently rocking Xanthia as she burst into tears.
"Why… must they do this… we did nothing wrong…" Xanthia sobbed into her friend. A knock on the door broke through silence that had been caused by Xanthia's plea.
"Door's open." Luna called; the door creaked open to revel Kai.
"Xan, Luna… its time." Kai had said and left the room. Luna looked to Xanthia before following Kai. Xanthia gave a shaky sigh and headed to Tyson's ward.
Kylie was crying to Max, who was also crying but comforting Kylie at the same time.
Ray was kneeling at Tyson's bedside, keeping track of Tyson's slowing heartbeat.
Luna walked over to Kai who was at the foot of Tyson's bed. Xanthia stayed back, watching from the doorway as the room was filled with Tyson's friends, teammates and the last of G-revolution's freedom fighters.
"He's gone…" Ray said hoarsely as he stood up and gently covered Tyson's face with the blanket.
"NOOOOO!" Kylie screamed, her anguished voice echoed down the corridors. "Noo…" She began to sob uncontrollably into Max, whose tears became a steady stream. A low heart-wrenching wail escaped Kylie before she subdued into loud, hurting sobs.
Everyone fell silent as honorary moment to the great things Tyson had achieved during his life, it lasted for 15 minutes before the room emptied and everyone returned to their jobs, heavy hearted and depressed.
Xanthia walked over to Tyson's body, standing beside it with Kai, Luna, Kylie and Max she said a quick prayer in Arabic. Kai remained as always, steadfast and silent, yet by those who knew him well enough it was easy to see that Tyson's death had affected him deeply. Luna's lilac eyes glittered sadly as the tears slipped down her face.
"Rest in peace Tyson… you will be missed."