Oh gee, did I really not update for so long? I'm really sorry. I also really hope that not all my readers have abandoned this fic because I swear I am truly going to update more regularly now! I swear! So please keep reading, and I hope you guys like this!

The sun was in the middle of the sky burning down their backs. The toneless droning of the minister hammered at their skulls and the sympathetic faces of people whom didn't understand milled about in front of their faces.

"Now, would anyone like to say a few words about Russia Chishamere?"

Her mother stood, decked out from head to toe in black. " Russia—was my only daughter. -Sob- I loved her very much. She—was a wonderful person. I'm sure her friends will miss her very much." Karmen smirked, noting the fact that she didn't say that her family will miss her as well. A couple extra-exaggerated sobs were pronounced before Mrs.Chishamere very grievously staggered down from the podium amidst many condolences and "aww, the poor woman, losing her daughter like that."

After several more people saying practically the same meaningless things about Russia, Infinity stood up and walked towards the podium.

"They say that a person's funeral is a time when they are celebrated for who they are, that this time is supposed to be all about them and how they would wish to be portrayed. Well, I'll tell you right now, that This is not how Russia would want her funeral to be like. She wouldn't want people who didn't know her pretend that they do. She wouldn't want this to be an attention-grabbing occasion. She would want it to be real, to be filled with people whom really cared and respected her. Maybe it won't be filled like it is now in the amount of people, but there will be a much larger amount of real grieve, and real celebration at her assent to heaven." With that, the silver haired girl walked down the wooding steps, along the middle of the pews and winding stone path and out of the graveyard.

A pregnant silence fell uncomfortably over everyone as the girl walked away. But as if suddenly brought out of their stupor, one by one, each of the teens went over and placed a single rose at the top of the casket, looking at the face of their friend for the last time.

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Karmen scowled at the tall, monstrous looking building before her. The Abbey looked forbidding, shadows flickered through the windows uncertainly despite the rising sun. Tall iron gates loomed above her slight frame. This was going to be home for the next few years.

Sighing, she trudged towards the group gathered outside the gates, waiting for them to open. The next years were sure to be hell. After all, though she knew how to beyblade, she rarely did it. It was a waste of time as far as she was concerned; she had more important things to think about. Stressing on the word had.

Before she had left, everything seemed to be falling apart. Infinity and Myst had just broken up and Russian was still quite heartbroken over the death of his sister Russia. Her leaving to go to somewhere else was an even harder blow to everyone. If only things hadn't turned out this way.

A loud voice shook her out of her stupor. Shaking her head slightly, Karmen refocused into the present. She glanced up to see a black haired girl standing behind the iron gates. Her pale skin contrasted deeply with her hair, surprisingly making it look even lighter. Clearing her throat, the girl stepped a bit a closer towards gates.

" The name is Carrisa Temahy. Please call me that, no funny nicknames like Careesy or Tetamahy, alright?"

A smirk and a wink were followed. " I am, unfortunately, your guide, so to speak. If you have any questions, feel free to ask, 'kay? Like they say there's no such thing as a stupid question. If someone's question is stupid though, please don't laugh. It 's impolite, just snigger."

A few chuckles were heard through the crowd. "This is the 'Abbey'. It's scary, it's weird, if any of you are able to get out of coming here, I suggest you do it now. Once you enter through these gates, you might never be allowed out again." A few faces turned a bit frightened and Carrisa had a hard time keeping herself quiet. It was just too funny. These wimps will last barely a minute in there.

Cocking her head to her left, she grinned brightly at them.

"Well, shall we enter?"

The large iron gates opened slowly, creaking slightly at the movements. "Alright, this year, there are a total of 156 new students here. If you want to be noticed among all these people, you better shine in the tournament tomorrow. This is how the Abbey works."

"There are 4 Generals. Tala, Spencer, Bryan and Ian. All four who had been members of the Demolition boys. After them are the Commanders, of which there are 8. Next comes the 20 Lieutenants, followed by the 40 Captains. Below that is the rest of the student body. The soldiers, the ones whom are on the lowest step of the ladder. If you don't want to be one of the soldiers, you better shape up. You only get One chance to show the commanders and generals your blading skills. You mess up tomorrow, kiss your chance at a life here, goodbye!"

"So that's pretty much what goes on here. You train, you gloat about your status, you train, you beyblade in tournaments and you train. Life is pretty boring here, but if you know how to, live, per say, it might prove to be quite hilarious." Carrisa stopped in the middle of her silent laughter as a hand rose from amidst the sea of people. She frowned slightly; no one has actually asked a question before.

"Okay, you with the hand up, what's your question? And state your name and age."

"What? No please?" Came a slightly mocking tone. "Name is Derrick. Derrick Vlachos. I'm 19 and hopefully too old for you." He grinned cockily as several people laughed at his jest towards her. " Now I'm wondering, how many openings are there for each of the leaders?"

Carrisa sneered at the male. "For you? None. For someone with at least half a brain and the ability to hold a beyblade though, there are a few." Derrick remained in his arrogant stature despite the laughter among the crowd.

He countered her, quit amused with her response. " Like you would be in any place to make a judgment about that. What position are you anyways? No more than a Captain I'd say. I heard that they only sent the lowest of the lows to do this guide business."

Carrisa smirked, as if! "Shows what you know Vlachos. But before I continue this truly interesting conversation, I will answer your question." Her remark came out in a low drawl, sarcasm oozing from it.

"There are 11 positions open for Captain, and 3 for lieutenant. All commander positions are taken. Moving on now, let's continue with this wonderful tour! It's such an amazing one isn't it?" She smiled in a sickeningly fake way and batted her lashes a few times for some extra. A smirk broke out across her face. This was too fun.

"Now, we reach the horrendous building in which you will spend the better part of your life. It is a very historic building, full of history, history of child abuse and blood and murder, which might have yet to stop." Seeing some thoroughly scared faces amongst the crowd, Carrisa felt a bit bad. "Oh, don't worry, it's not that bad anymore. No one's dying at least."

Stopping before the large mahogany doors leading into the Abbey, she stopped once more. "When you're inside, don't talk until someone talks to you. No funny business or sarcasm either, or it'll be your head. Understand? Remember when I said no question is stupid? Well, in the Abbey, all questions are stupid, so think four times before you ask any. Now, you may proceed to your doom. Shall we?"

And there you all have it, the foruth chapter, finished and done. Hope you guys liked it.