Here I am, with another new chapter for you. Many thanks to chineseblossom, Lady of the Damned Land, and Dark Kaiser for your reviews! I'm going to say this once now, reviews make me happy. Seriously, when I see people are actually reading my work it gives me a reason to continue posting chapters because at that point I am no longer writing for myself, I am writing for my reviewers.
But, back to the story, yeah? I warn you now, this chapter is quite short. Not to worry though, I am currently fixing up chapter 4; chapter 5 is taking me forever to write and, trust me, it will be long.
Enough babeling! Read, Enjoy, and Review!
(-- flashback--, this entire chapter is a flashback)
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Of the Eternal and The Undying
By British-Persian Pride
Chapter 3
-- There were probably around fifty teens in an old warehouse they were using as a meeting hall. One of the older, possibly even the oldest person in the room at the age of 19, stood up on a chair so he could be seen by everyone in the room. Everything about the young man stood out: his blood-red hair, emerald green eyes, his tall and slim figure. As he began to speak, every eye in the room rounded onto him, no one wanted to miss a word. "You all have come here in search of hope, and I have confidence that you will find that here. We shall have our rules, but we stand here united, ready to face the horrors of humanity that all of you have seen. That all of you have been through. Whether it was a family torn between addiction and poverty, or the horrors that Biovolt had put you through, you have made it. And now you will help others to get through hard times; help them by showing them the novelties of life. A gift as small as a beyblade could change one person's life in unimaginable ways.
"I believe that we can make a difference. In Ancient Persia, the Emporer Darius created a professional army of Persia. While creating this grand army, he saw fit to create an elite legion of especially gifted Persian swordsmen. A group of fighters with outstanding skill, a group of fighters he could trust above all others. This legion was called "The Ten-Thousand Immortals". We are no where yet near ten thousand; we are not uniformly skilled with swords; nor are we killers. We are, however, each skilled beybladers. We are together in the wish for peace and the end of mass suffering. We are the protectors of humanity; we are Immortals; not fighting in the name of Persia, but, instead, we are fighting in the name of humanity."
The teens chanted after him – "We Are Humanity's Immortals", none of them doubting the crimson-haired teen. They had been through the worst; they knew what he was talking about. They knew what they had to do.
Some time after the teen's speech had ended, there were only a handful of people left, including the speaker himself. One of the teens still there approached the red-head; she was not even 5 feet tall, and had bleached white hair with bright blue streaks. "Great speech Marek!"
"Thanks, Rika. I just hope that none of this work goes to waste." Marek sighed, looking towards the remaining teens.
Rika nodded as one of the teens walked up to them. He was no older than 13, but he had a cold demeanor that could only mean he was one of the Biovolt kids. The front of his hair was a slate-blue, while the back was a much darker, deeper blue. His eyes were a similar red to Marek's hair, but they were cold and dark, as if no emotion was even allowed to pass through them.
"Hi! I'm Rika Dumas! What's your name?" She held out her hand, but the boy didn't take it.
"You are Marek LeRen?"
"Yes, that's me. Is there something you would like to ask?" His voice was calm and patient, he knew these kids would have to get used to an environment of trust and patience before any real progress could be made.
"I would like to help the other kids still trapped at Biovolt."
"We would love your help. That is one of the areas we would like to focus on; our goal concerning Biovolt is simple: Show the world it's horrors and help end the suffering that goes on there behind closed doors. What is your name? So I can remember that I can trust you as my chief adviser concerning Biovolt."
"Kai Hiwatari."
"Kai… I will not forget." Marek gave a reassuring smile; one that would not be soon forgotten. --
A./N.:
Just a note, all of the flashback chapters will be pretty short...
Oh, and just to clear one thing up before you bother me about this – in this story Kai is 18-19 years old, Rei is 16 and Tyson, Max and Kenny are 15.
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