Who's the First to Hit the Ground?
Summary: A fic about Garland's family and the effect they have on him. I pretty much invented the whole family, explanation inside. It will boil down to a Garland, Brooklyn and Mystel friendship fic, and I might throw in The Blitzkrieg Boys, just to keep things interesting.
Unfortunately, I don't know half as much as I would like to about these guys. I've only seen Mystel once… I think it was against Max, if they ever bladed? And what I've seen of Garland and Brooklyn? I saw Garland's battle against Tyson, and I saw them right at the beginning, when they were watching Tyson blade against Crusher. And I saw a tiny bit of the Brooklyn vs. Kai battle, where Kai lost. If anyone can somehow send me clips or something, I would be very grateful. Contact me somehow. So enjoy…
Oh yes, one more thing. This takes place pretty much just after Boris was defeated, BEGA are all still under Boris, and Tala is still in his coma. And I made Garland English. I thought it would work better with the storyline.
Apologies for OOCishness… and remember: Don't sue, Complain!
Who's the First to Hit the Ground?
Garland took another sobbing breath, forcing air to his lungs. He had to concentrate on something… He couldn't just let go.
I'm sorry, Brooklyn.
Taylor and Marcus looked at each other and jumped off the stage as one. Adaira wasn't far behind. She couldn't help taking one last look behind her.
The rest of her family were still standing there. Coryn had a smile on his face.
Coryn sat down in the chair Mr Dickinson offered. He couldn't help it. He was relieved that his younger brother had been kidnapped. It wasn't fair. What did Garland have that he didn't? They were twins. Identical. So why did Taylor always favour Garland above him? All he wanted was to have the support of his elder brothers; his idols.
Was that too much to ask?
"Ok, Brooklyn. Tell us what happened." Taylor paced the floor as Marcus looked questioningly at his youngest brother's best friend. Brooklyn stumblingly recounted the whole event, from Tyson insulting Garland to Mystel being shot.
Taylor couldn't believe it. Of all the sports the Seabalt family were involved with, he would have said that Adaira's sport was the most dangerous, with him and Marcus tying for second. But beyblading? He didn't understand. He had followed Garland's progress from the minute Miss Bowden had given him Apollon, but he'd only watched his brother. This… man, Boris Balkov, the name meant nothing to him. Brooklyn endeavoured to explain it to him, but his mind was too excited to stay still.
"Boris?" A low voice interrupted his thoughts. "Boris Balkov?" The speaker was a young boy, who looked about the age of his younger brothers. He had grey hair that was spiked up in a style that looked like he'd never seen a hairbrush, let alone used one. He was wearing a short, biker style jacket and there were four jagged, shark fin style tattoos across his cheeks. There was a bandage over one eye, but the other looked keen and ready, sharp as a hawk's. Behind him, there were three other boys. One had long lavender hair that fell into his eyes and Taylor was sharply reminded of Garland. There was a certain similarity between the two teens, that wasn't only skin deep. Another was very large, and burly with it. Taylor knew he was tall, about six four, but this boy was taller than him, and far stronger. The third was quite different, yet again. With red hair that was sticking out in almost devil like horns from the sides of his head, and pale skin, with large ice blue eyes. This boy was on crutches, and there were several scars on his face. But what struck him the most was the way Brooklyn reacted. The orange haired blader staggered backwards, in what could only be described as fear. His azure eyes were clouded, fear was practically streaming out of them.
"Who are you?" Taylor finally found his voice, while Marcus put a protective arm around Brooklyn. The boy gave a slight bow.
"Kai Hiwatari. My companions, Bryan Kyznetsov," The lavender haired boy inclined his head, "Tala Ivanov," The red head gave a weak smile, "And Spencer Demonov." The blonde refolded his arms.
"Taylor Seabalt. My brother, Marcus and my sister Adaira." Taylor stretched out a hand and, after a minute, Kai took it. "Now will you explain why you're here and why Brooklyn seems to be terrified of you?" Politeness, he decided, could wait till later. Kai's eyes flashed angrily and he spat something in a foreign language before his facial expression returned to normal.
"The reason Brooklyn is terrified of me is because we were on opposing sides. And I defeated him. Like me, he's not used to failure. And like Garland." Taylor growled at the boy who dared to drop his absent brother's name into the conversation. "And I'm here to help. Although we were enemies, Brooklyn and I have the same foe."
"And you're sure about that?" Marcus snarled.
"We have two in common, maybe a third. The aforementioned Boris Balkov and… myself. I'm my own worst enemy. And the third? Possibly, my grandfather." Taylor blinked at the casual way the words seemed to come out of the boy's mouth, yet, every word was weighed, as though it had been thought over a hundred times. To Taylor, a talented linguist, it was painfully obvious that English wasn't his first language.
"Do you really think Voltaire has something to do with this?" Brooklyn mumbled, finding his voice. Kai closed his eyes, and it was Tala that answered.
"It stinks of a Hiwatari – oops, sorry Kai. Personally, I wouldn't put it past him." Kai shoved Tala in the back and the red head staggered before he remembered what crutches were used for. Bryan casually stepped in between the two bladers, preventing any further interaction.
"First step is to check for any sign that they've left behind. There probably won't be, but Boris wouldn't expect us to be helping. Bryan, Spencer, I want you to check the alley. Keep your phones on, if you find anything, call, then follow." The two bladers nodded and set off, determination in every line of their faces.
"And you? What will you do?" Marcus directed the question at Kai, who seemed to be shaking slightly. Kai muttered something in that strange language again, and turned away. Tala stayed for a moment more, an almost pitying glance on his face, before he limped after Kai.
The pain was becoming more bearable now, Garland realised. He wasn't afraid of pain, he didn't loath it, but he didn't exactly relish it.
Staunch Catholic he was, he couldn't help but think it was karma. Maybe he was beginning to feel the pain that he'd inflicted on Tala.
He daren't move, for fear that he'd upset the slow healing scar in his stomach. He was lucky. Yes, lucky. The knife must have missed his liver, though he didn't know enough about biology to figure out how, or what it might have hit instead. As soon as he was fifteen, he'd dropped the subject. And now, he was beginning to wish he hadn't.
"Bring him to me." The old man breathed, motioning slowly at Garland. Garland screwed up his eyes, amidst a stunning headache and tried to force his mind to work. Where had he seen this man before?
"Certainly sir." Boris grabbed at his arm, nearly pulling it out of his socket as he pulled him upwards, to stare into the grey eyes of the old man.
"He is strong." The man murmured in something that seemed like admiration. "Yet again, Boris, you amaze me. Despite the downfall of BEGA, you still managed to pick out a strong blader. It is a pity he is not Russian, but it cannot be helped. Now, Boris. Does he remind you of someone? He wasn't at the abbey, was he?"
"No, Lord Voltaire." Garland's eyes almost popped out of his head. This was Kai's grandfather? This strong man, who couldn't be a day older than sixty five? Whenever he'd heard the name mentioned, he always imagined a very old man, in a wheelchair maybe, his life hanging on a thread… No wonder Kai was scared of him. "The similarity you see… It is possible that he could remind you of Bryan. Aside from the obvious physical similarities, they are both similar in spirit."
"Indeed?" The old man chuckled. "So you've shed blood, young man?"
"Yes," Garland muttered, shamefaced. After a prod from Boris, he added a "sir."
"That will be all." Voltaire walked from the room. As Boris left, Garland cast an eye to the girl that was behind him.
Who was she?
Bryan was the first to get to the alley. He loved running. He loved feeling the power, feeling the wind trying to hold him back. It made him feel free. It made him wonder about Falborg, actually. He looked backwards as Spencer came thundering behind him.
"Anything?" Spencer panted. Bryan shook his head.
"Only just got here." Bryan looked on the floor, at the evidence of a fight. To a boy as experienced in spilling blood as Bryan was, he could pretty much recreate what had happened. In his mind's eye, he could see Boris threatening Garland and Brooklyn. He was so wrapped up in his vision that he flinched when he heard the shot.
"Bryan? Earth to Bryan?" Spencer tapped lightly on his forehead. Bryan blinked suddenly and grabbed Spencer's wrist before he could hit him again. Spencer shrugged, confused, as Bryan grabbed onto a ledge at the top of the alley. With Falborg's eyes, he surveyed the scene. Falcon eyes soon saw tyre tracks.
"Make the call, Spencer!" He sang out, eyes gleaming with blood lust.
"What?"
"I said make the call!" And, with that, Bryan began to sprint after the car.
Taylor began to search through the boot of the family car, looking for his bag. When he eventually found it, he dragged it out, with Marcus' help.
As soon as it was on the floor, he ripped it open and began to search through it. He picked up his bow and weighed the chances of him actually being able to use it in his mind.
"Seriously, you aren't thinking of using that?" Kai and Marcus asked, as one. Taylor shook his head in a resigned manner and continued searching through his bag, throwing out his fencing kit without a second thought. Eventually, he got to his guns.
He had seven in all, ranging from a small Colt Anaconda revolver to a huge Empire Express double rifle. All of them were in perfect condition, with several boxes of ammo for each gun.
"Marcus," Taylor muttered, throwing him a gun. Then he handed Adaira one and, as an afterthought, Brooklyn.
"If you're having guns, we get them too." Kai said, his voice brooking no questions.
"Have you ever shot before?" Taylor questioned angrily.
"Have you ever shot to kill before?" Kai counter-fired.
"What, and you have?" Taylor snorted in disbelief as both Kai and Tala nodded.
"Both the guys we're after." Tala hoarsely. Taylor rolled his eyes and threw the two bladers guns. His disbelief vanished at the way they handled the guns. There was no doubt about it. These guys were experts.
Garland whimpered as Boris' foot collided with the scar on his stomach. As the blankness descended, he saw the girl again, her brown cape hood up, a strand of purple hair slipping out of it. That strand of purple was the last thing he saw before it all went black.
"Hey, come on." The voice floated around Garland's head as he fought tirelessly against his captors. "For darkness' sake! You fight worse than Bryan when he's injured!" Garland opened an eye at the statement. It was the girl he'd seen so often at Boris' side. "That's better." Her face swam into focus. Garland rubbed his eyes in shock.
She was younger than he'd first thought; about fourteen. She had huge orange eyes that were overfilling with emotion, almost tender, as she brushed the hair from his forehead. But, what surprised him the most was what she had done to her face. Along both her eyebrows were little rings, there were several star studs in her nose, a ring on her lip and, as she looked at him, Garland could see a little glimmer which proved the fact that she had her tongue pierced too. As she tucked her hair behind her eyes, he heard a metallic jangle. "You like?" She asked mischievously, motioning to the piercings. "I only got my tongue done a couple of weeks ago. My father nearly killed me, but it was worth it."
"Your father?" When Garland was little, he used to wonder what Flavia would have been like. He had hoped that she was at least half as spunky as the girl in front of him.
"Boris… is my father."
Bryan dropped down into the room silently. Spencer followed, almost as quiet. To Bryan's highly trained ear, it sounded like a herd of elephants.
"He'll have heard that." Bryan noted as they slipped effortlessly through the corridors.
"Not everyone is as sensitive as you and Tala." The blonde grumbled, as Bryan heightened the pace into a run. As Spencer began to run, slower than Bryan, fragments of the conversation with Kai floated through his mind.
"…I mean it, Spence. No heroics. All you do is scope the place for grandfather, scope for Garland and anyone else we know, get the coordinates, then leave."
"But… What about if he's hurt?"
"He already is hurt, idiot! That's what guns are for!"
"I don't want to be the one to tell Bryan…"
"Well, tough luck. No heroicsIf you do, I'll kick you out the team!"
Spencer groaned as Bryan turned another corner. So the falcon didn't tire easily. The whale did.
Kai jammed the Colt Anaconda into his belt loops angrily. Why was it always him? Why was it always him that Boris was after? Ok, that was a rhetorical question, he knew the answer to that one. Beside him, Tala was practicing walking up and down without his crutched. With a sudden curse in Russian, he toppled forward, and would have landed on his face, if Kai hadn't stepped caught him. The blue haired blader resisted the urge to drop Tala again. Tala stood up with a sigh.
"And the use of me going after Boris is….?" Tala muttered in Russian. "He could knock me over with a feather and I'm not particularly bothered about Garland being in there! He can rot in hell as far as I'm concerned!"
"I know you don't mean that. Wasn't it you who said that if you hated Garland, you'd have to hate Bryan, and I have a very good source that says you don't hate Bryan. And anyway, you dropped the case!"
"Yeah, well…" Tala flushed under Kai's smirk. "That was because… He'd probably beat me up again!" Kai shook his head and turned away from his best friend. Friend or foe, Tala felt the same way he did. Nobody should have to suffer what they went through.
And Kai knew that, when push came to shove, the red head would kill for Garland.
Garland whimpered as the whip cracked over his back. Again. And again. And again.
"Would you like the pain to stop, boy?" Voltaire asked, sitting up in his chair. Garland nodded, his eyes glazed and misty. At the minute, he would have done anything to lose the pain. "Would you kill to stop it?" Garland shook his head, although every movement cost him more of his consciousness. Voltaire frowned and motioned to Boris, who gave the silvery-blue haired blader a kick in the ribs, which sent him flying. Garland paled as Boris kicked him again, as he heard a crack.
The pain was agonizing. Whatever had been in that serum that Boris had injected into his blood stream, he didn't know, but it stopped him from falling unconscious. And that was all Garland wanted to do… Close his eyes and drift… feel his body leave… feel the pain go… forever…
But instead, all he was left with was pain. His body was flooded with pain and, as he moved, more came. As his broken rib pierced the surface. Garland screamed in pain. But he wouldn't cry. No matter what Voltaire, or Boris did to him, he would never cry. But this time…
"Would you kill to stop it?" Slowly, he nodded.
Spencer sprinted back along the corridors, an unconscious Bryan slumped across his shoulders. He slipped into a side street, holding his breath as his tormentors ran onwards.
"Come on Bryan!" He muttered, laying the younger boy on the floor. Casting an expert eye over the damage that Bryan had had inflicted on him, he concluded that the lavender haired Russian should live. Should.
"Spence…?" Bryan rasped in confusion. "What happened?"
"Don't you remember?" Spencer pulled off his short jacket and wrapped it around Bryan's shivering frame. "We found Boris and Voltaire, and Garland. And Hester." Bryan shook his head.
"I don't remember anything, Spence. What did he do to me?" Bryan turned away from his friend, tears streaming down his face. "I'm so scared… Why were we looking for them? Why weren't we running?" Spencer wrapped an arm around the younger boy, feeling his whole body shaking with the ragged sobs that were being torn from his body.
He knew he'd never get there to warn the others.
Marcus cast a suspicious eye over the bladers.
"Why isn't anyone but you guys helping?" He asked Kai.
"Because most people hate Garland." He said simply, fiddling unconsciously with his scarf.
"What?"
"It's like Bryan. Most people hate him too."
"But… why?" Marcus was shocked, to say the least.
"Because he worked for Boris."
"Apparently, so did you! People don't hate you!" Marcus and Kai glared at each other.
"That's because I didn't put anyone in a coma." Kai said calmly.
"What? Who? How?" Marcus was shaking. He couldn't stop.
"Garland put Tala in a coma. During a beyblade match. Just… I guess it was exhaustion, but that's why Tala's on crutches." Kai walked away, leaving Marcus Seabalt flabbergasted.
"Shoot him. I've seen you handle a gun launcher before, I know you can handle a real gun. Shoot him, and anyone else who gets in your way." Voltaire handed him the gun casually.
"Yes sir." Garland muttered, shamefaced. Across the room, he saw the girl glaring at him. As soon as Voltaire had left, he walked over to her. "What?"
"Now I've seen it all. Innocent people could be killed by you, Garland."
"Who are you, and how do you know my name? All I know is you're Boris' daughter!"
"My name's Hester. I know your name because you attacked my boyfriend!" The girl snapped back. "I thought you would be different to everyone else! I've spent my life with screwed up guys, but I thought you would be like them. I never realised how similar you all were. But go. Go and kill someone. May you rot in hell" Hester spat on the ground.
Garland left without a word.
Adaira quietened Petrova for the fourth time in as many minutes. Beside her, Marcus leant against the wall. Beside him, Taylor fiddled with the lock of his Empire Express. Then there were Tala and Kai. Both boys were silent, but you could tell how nervous they were, although she wasn't sure if it was because of what Marcus had told her or something else.
She nibbled her lip. Garland, come back to us.
Brooklyn stared at his gun in fascination. It was the closest he'd ever been to a weapon, if a gun launcher didn't count. He almost smiled as he thought of what Garland would say about Pax and a gun… somehow, they didn't seem to go together.
"You ok?" Tala said quietly, shading his eyes in the bright sunlight.
"Yeah… I think so." Brooklyn replied, confused. Why was Tala talking to him? For that matter, why was Tala even helping them to get Garland back?
"Push comes to shove, you probably won't have to shoot anyone… well anyone that matters anyway." Tala smirked, making Brooklyn even more confused. Tala was acting like they were… friends. He'd never had a friend before, save Garland and Mystel, of course.
"So Boris doesn't count then." Brooklyn replied. A real smile appeared on Tala's face, which was a rare occasion in itself. Brooklyn had never seen that happen.
"Hey! You are human after all!" Tala chuckled softly, before Kai barked something in Russian. His eyes were big in his face and he looked extremely agitated.
"What's up?" Tala asked in Russian, trying to calm the younger boy. Kai shuddered and turned away.
"Spencer called, about five minutes ago." Tala raised an eyebrow at his best friend in confusion.
"And…"
"Grandfather's there. Hester too." Tala's eyes widened at the mention of his girlfriend. "Apparently, Bryan's pretty cut up about something."
"How cut up?" Tala didn't think he wanted to know the answer to that question.
"Bad. He was crying." Kai was fiddling with the Anaconda now, his nervousness showing obviously to Tala. Tala reached out and grabbed Kai's hand away from the gun, before he accidentally shot himself. Kai looked up at his best friend and Tala was amazed to see tears threatening to overspill in his eyes. Then Kai blinked and the tears disappeared, as though they'd never been there. Tala put an arm around Kai's shoulders, and it wasn't just to steady himself.
"Come on, mate." He muttered in Russian. "You've never wanted to cry before, so what else has been said?"
"Nothing! Honest. Tal, I'd tell you. It's just… everything seems to be falling around our ears at the moment, I mean; you went into a coma, which wasn't exactly fun for any of us, we lost… again and… well, I guess Boris coming back would be the third…" Kai trailed off as his purple eyes clouded over, lost in thought. Tala ruffled the younger boy's hair playfully and Kai gave him a shove – equally playfully.
Garland checked the load in his gun. He'd shot several times – Taylor had taught him – but he'd never shot to kill, or even hurt someone. It had always been targets, maybe clay pigeons. And now he was about to kill someone. He looked up as the van shuddered to a halt. It had been driven by the one guy Boris and Voltaire trusted most of all – Boris. As Garland clambered out the car, he clapped a hand on his shoulder. Garland winced and flinched away. Hester may have bandaged his scars up well, but no amount of excellent bandaging could prevent the twinges he got every time he moved. And Boris had broken several whip marks when he touched his shoulder.
Garland took one final breath and walked into the midst of bladers.
It was Mystel who saw him first.
"Garland!" He cried, pointing to the silvery-blue haired blader. Taylor started in shock and began to run towards his little brother.
"Don't come any closer!" Garland pulled out the pistol, aiming it with surprisingly steady hands.
"What? Garland, it's me. Taylor." Taylor and Marcus looked at each other.
"I know who you are. Tay, I'm sorry. But I have to do this."
"Do what? I don't understand…" Taylor trailed off as Garland pointed the gun at Kai, who took it calmly. Beside him, Tala tensed. Kai held out a hand to stop his best friend from launching at Garland.
"Going to shoot me?" Kai breathed. "I can't stop you, Garland, but I think I deserve at least one thing. Why?"
Tears filled Garland's eyes as that simple question threatened to do what pain and torture couldn't. The way Kai could face down the barrel of a gun with no regrets; even welcome the thought of dying, whilst he had sold his soul because he couldn't handle a little pain. A single tear tracked down his cheek as he shook his head.
"I'm sorry." Garland whimpered as he cocked the gun. Tala tensed further and prepared to launch at Garland. But with Kai in front of him… Then Garland fired the gun. Even Kai was completely unprepared for what happened next.
Brooklyn jumped in front of him.
Both Kai and Tala were thrown backwards by the force at which the gun was shot and Kai knew instantly that it had gone into his body as well. Just scraped his side though, the elder boy's body had refracted the bullet.
"Brooklyn!" Garland screamed in horror. Kai scrambled up to see Garland place the gun to the bottom of his jaw.
Kai knew he had to act fast to prevent anyone dying. He whipped out the Colt.
"What the hell are you doing?" Marcus screamed as Kai aimed the gun.
"No! It's too risky!" Taylor yelled. Kai ignored them and cocked the Anaconda. Muttering a swift prayer to whoever was up there, he fired the gun.
Garland screamed in rage as he dropped the gun, now completely useless. Kai had shot it through the middle. He fell to his knees, childlike sobs racking his whole body. Taylor and Adaira ran to the boy they had raised so lovingly, Taylor wrapping his arms around his little brother, Adaira stroking his hair.
Mystel and Tala knelt down beside Brooklyn as he struggled to sit up. The bullet had struck his hip and gone straight through into Kai.
"I'm fine." Brooklyn said through gritted teeth. "Where's Garland?" Tala pointed to the three Seabalts silently. Suddenly, there was a sharp intake and a barrage of Russian swearwords. Tala covered his ears playfully.
"What have you done now?" Tala sighed. Kai turned pale and lifted up the edge of his shirt. Then he held up the bullet that, until recently had been lodged in his side.
"I was trying to get it out… when I managed to kinda… pull it through my side…" Kai said, looking at the blood spotted ground. The damage was hard to miss. Tala could poke his finger into Kai's insides.
"You idiot!" Tala muttered, standing up shakily.
"Tala! Kai!" Brooklyn suddenly hissed, pointing to where Garland had just stood up. As one, the three bladers reached for the guns in their belt hoops.
"I should have known… Should have known you'd mess it up." Boris sneered at Garland.
"I shot someone, didn't I?" Garland shot back, reassured by his elder brother's hand on his shoulder.
"So you're Boris Balkov." Taylor growled. Behind him, he could hear Marcus, Kai, Brooklyn, Adaira and Tala cocking their guns.
Suddenly, someone tapped Boris on the shoulder. Boris turned around to be met with a fist in his face.
"That's for what you did to Bryan," Spencer said. Then he kicked out at Boris' unprotected stomach. "That's for what you did to Garland." He grabbed Boris' head between his hands and clapped his palms on either side. "And that was because I felt like it." Spencer smirked as Boris crumpled to the floor.
Behind him, Bryan waved slightly. Kai and Tala collapsed with laughter at the sight of the lavender haired boy wearing Spencer's jacket. It reached down to his knees!
"We couldn't let you have all the fun," Bryan's voice was almost back to normal as he walked into the arena of shocked bladers. "We already took out the goons in the van."
Garland flushed, looking incredibly ashamed of himself. "Don't beat yourself up about it." Bryan said quietly as he passed Garland. "No harm was done. But next time, if you're going to shoot someone, could you please make it Tyson?" Garland looked at the younger boy, a smile beginning to form on his face. Bryan looked pretty beat-up, with his lavender hair barely hiding a deep gash on his forehead.
"I'll try." Garland muttered, equally quietly.
"DUDE!" Tyson ran up to them. "What happened here – Kai?" Kai scowled and swore in Russian.
"Language." Spencer shook his head in mock disapproval. Bryan and Tala just looked at each other.
"You weren't bothered when everything else was going on, so why should I tell you now?" The Russians turned to go.
"Kai! Bryan! TALA!" Garland ran after them, wincing at every step he took. The three boys turned around as one. "Are you idiots? You need to get checked out by the meds, especially you, Kai!" The Russians grinned sheepishly. Tala groaned and leant against Kai, rubbing his knees in agony.
"I think I've shattered my kneecaps." The red head muttered. Kai rolled his eyes and grabbed one of Tala's arms, hoisting it over his shoulder. Bryan just stormed on ahead. Garland paused for a minute, slightly confused, before grabbing his other arm and beginning to help him walk.
"Two fractured kneecaps, a deep flesh wound requiring stitches, a pierced intestine, a broken hip bone, two gun shot wounds, four different sets of whip marks, a broken rib that's pierced the skin, superficial facial injuries which will also require stitching, a broken shoulder bone… good grief, what have you children been doing?" The nurse looked at the six boys, who looked at each other sheepishly.
"It's called Beyblading, miss!"
Brooklyn closed his eyes and wished that his life could remain like that forever. Him and Garland sitting back to back, Mystel lying back on Bryan's knees, Tala leaning over the edge of the table, just so he could poke Kai, who was sitting cross-legged under the table.
Yes, life was good. For once in his life, Brooklyn Kingston had friends. Maybe it was only for the day, maybe it would change when the next tournament came down, but Brooklyn didn't care.
Life was good.
Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed that story, thank you to the two wonderful people who reviewed – Winter-Rae and Milla Kuznetsov (sorry if I spelt your names wrong) it really meant a lot to me!
I might look into writing more about the Seabalt family, and I have a sequel that is planned in my head!
Peace out –
Phoenix
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