Hello Everyone! I found that you all are really curious like me. I will like to thank Cutetyhil, Ezabella, The next to you know who, Rock the Road , Ma Chun Xia, Annie JD, Saira's world, Makoto, Kuntervati, Neha amd Bladefan for all those reviews. When I read reviews of my story, I find it hard to contain my happiness. I saw which characters have aroused our curiosities. To see the status of Backstories of characters, open my authors note, and scroll down to the end, where you will find that list. For Kai, I will say that as my first fic "The Shocking Truths" will project you his past pretty finely. I will also post his backstory here, but after my fic is complete or my first fic will lose all its mysteries. Though there are many characters about whom we want more knowledge, Brooklyn seems to be the person about whom everyone wants to know. (He is a real Genius)

Fandom Woki tells of Brooklyn as a great admirer of nature, and having a two sided personality. One calm and seemingly harmless side and another is the monstrous one. But made him like that?

It was a really hot and bright day outside, as the sun was at its peak in the right middle of summer season. Even in temperatures above 45, vehicles were on road, but there were only a few pedestrians on the road. No one wanted to even step outside of their homes. This was the true heat of New Delhi( India's capital city ).

But, inside a very large modern architectured building, something was different. The outer walls, paned with glass, were giving off bright reflections one couldn't stare directly at. The building did reflect the purpose it was made for- scientific research.

But in a medium sized room of that particular building, the heat couldn't be felt. In fact, it was a little cold inside. The ACs were working in the whole building, but this particular room had a mystical aura of cold and darkness surrounding it.

In a corner of the room, beside the one and only small window, a figure was crouched, hugging his knees. One could only see three things in those eyes- dejection, depression and confusion.

Why am I here? Was it my mistake I am excellent at everything? Why things always go wrong?...

These thoughts were among the most frequent constant invaders of Brooklyn's mind. And nowadays, analyzing his position in present, recent past and the older past, he would usually arrive at this conclusion, going deeper into the sea of darkness-

It is all my fault. I am... not the kind of person who exists naturally. I am a monster...I am... I... don't deserve the freedom..., I..I don't deserve to live...

Perhaps that was the reason he was chained and was a captive at this place, where he was a research object.

He had attempted suicide, which had increased the number of chains and locks. At first, be had only two chains, but now there were six. Brooklyn couldn't understand why they wanted to save him. No one liked him. They made sure they were at least a metre away from him. Thenwhy was he kept alive?

All this time, he has nothing to do. Sitting beside his window, he would keep on going deeper and deeper in the bottomless pit of thoughts, until some white coats took him for research on him.

His thoughts rode him through his past, the time he began to learn he had no right to be with everyone...

A third person narration

Brooklyn never knew his origins. He didn't know the people who gave him this life, the life in which he was used, loathed and discarded. As far as he could remember, he was in the orphanage, "The Mansfield Children home" in Mumbai. The orphanage was the place where he had spent most of his life. His loneliness devoured his mind at a very early age. The first incidence he remembered which isolated him was from the orphanage park. He was supposedly six. He was there with the orphanage children, quite happy in the beginning, and perhaps the last time he was a part of the crowd, the normality.

After playing several games, they were finally on Beyblading. In all the games they played before, he had been the clear winner. The orphanage governess was watching everything. She had firm beliefs in Brooklyn. After all, she was the one who found him.

[ She herself had been an orphan in that very orphanage. Once, while she was taken out on a stroll with others, those extremely occasional ones, she was twelve or she remembered so. That day, in a park she had gone in the first time, she found Brooklyn, a baby soundly asleep. The baby seemed to have a peculiarly peaceful aura around him. And he looked quite different from other people she had ever seen. She had got separated from the group and was searching her way through the park. She saw no one about. She gently picked up the basket and when she found her group she showed that time governess the baby. The 'that time governess' was surprised to see such a different looking baby in a park only rich could afford to go. It was the mercy of a trustee that they got an evening stroll there. She tried hard to find the baby's parents and even tried getting the help of the police, but no one claimed the baby and finally, the baby got a place in an orphanage. They decided to name him Brooklyn when they saw the handwritten word "Brooklyn" on the basket.]

By this time other children were already confirmed that Brooklyn was cheating them. But he wasn't. As they started the matches, one by one everyone lost to him. It was the daily routine. From morning to night, in everything the orphanages did, Brooklyn always remained way ahead of them. Be it, studies, drawing, beyblading or anything. He would learn it very quickly and come out excellent in it. When the first time he launched his blade, he was just gonna be four, according to his birthday which the orphanage governess had decided. ( She followed the example of her own governess in this matter. She used to decide the birth year of children by looking at their age and the date would be the one she found the children on. She also took the task of naming the children, unless they don't know their names. In Brooklyn's case, the name was found on the Basket in which Brooklyn was.)

Even at that time, he just launched his blade easily, albeit it wasn't a very perfect one. Though everyone was amazed at this, they soon learnt Brooklyn will always win. And this was what led to his social isolation. The day we were talking about, the children shouted at Brooklyn that he cheated and they couldn't enjoy playing with him. They also made the fine declaration that they won't be Brooklyn's siblings anymore. Brooklyn was shocked. He hadn't expected this. He was just a normal child at that time or he used to believe so. It wasn't his mistake he won every time. The children, they were his family. Not the family by blood, but by the circumstances. But that day the governess, explained to the children that Brooklyn doesn't cheat. He was their brother. Instead of deserting him, they should try their best to become better than him. The governess's soft and consoling manner convinced the children that she was right. But, after some months, they reached on the same point once more. The governess did her job again, but the same happened. Slowly, the years passed by and the children began paying less heed to the governess's kind words and paid barely any attention to Brooklyn. The new children would play with him for some time, but after a while, everyone left him.

When he was eight, his first vision came to him. It was a happy one, that the day after tomorrow, they all will get a treat. And the next day when he told everyone, no one believed him. Many months, the Orphanage got short of money just for the basic things like groceries, leave a treat. Even their Birthdays weren't like the one normal people were used to. Though the governess consoled him by saying that she believed him, but Brooklyn knew she didn't. However, everyone was shocked that the next day they got a handsome party, as a kind trustee had decided to bring a smile on those poor children's faces by giving them a smashing Children's day party. And even the trustee was was the same man Brooklyn had seen in his vision. After for some time, Brooklyn got pretty many people around him, but they were selfish. The life in the orphanage had taught the children something that worked quite right there.- "First get the best for self, let others manage themselves, first be helped and then think of giving help"

But he always felt he had there at least one good sister. She was different from his other brothers and sisters. She played with Brooklyn and every day, for the first three or four times she would play with him accepting her defeats gracefully, but then she would get bored and ask Brooklyn if he will come and play with others. Brooklyn knew they would not be ready to play with him, so he told the girl to go and play. As time went by, she became the only light of hope in his life except for the governess till one day.

When Brooklyn was thirteen, the young governess got married and she had to leave her job there as her husband's family lived somewhere far away. There went away another amiable person.

The governess who came after that was middle-aged and turned out to be highly superstitious. When she came to know about Brooklyn's wonders, she got a little afraid. She would hesitate to go near him and look at him with fear and loathe.

The only light of hope left, his sister was also adopted by some rich family.

All that remained with him was Zeus. Zeus had always been with him. The governess told him that the blade was in the basket in which she had found him, in the park. His real family had given him only one good thing in life- Zeus.

The governess' attitude further distanced him from everyone. He went well off in studies, which brought the attention of many trustees around the Mansfield Children's Home. As Brooklyn was so talented, they gave a fairly good amount of donation for getting him admitted to a very expensive boarding school- Angle's International Senior Secondary School. By this time he was fifteen and had gone to the stage of attitude, he had at the time of BEGA tournament. At the Boarding School, the students turned out to be a great deal snobbish. They were the super pampered kids of extravagantly rich households. They had something called a big doting family. At first, they used to talk about him as an orphan, a lower human and whatever came to their mind. Some would talk that way in front of Brooklyn, to tease him. But soon they stopped this business as they never got any reaction from him. There also he became a separate teen.

So, taking advantage of the lush gardens in school, he usually spent most of his time there, balancing butterflies on his fingers, feeding the birds who would at one crowd around him and with the other beauties of nature. The students thought he was an over-snobbish person who thought of himself very highly. But soon they saw Brooklyn was a great deal smarter than they had assumed. With the result of first test series, he came out as the only 100% student. Though the teachers had known of his academic merit, they hadn't expected more than 85% of him. Everyone was in a state of shock. And everyone was too much baffled to say anything when in that year's annual he scored an eye-popping 100% too. Soon there was a painting exhibition, a Brooklyn made the finest paintings in the school. So he got some special attention at the exhibition too, which although increased the jealousy of some, but also made some people at least began on the track of thinking he was superior to them. The principal got a special award for him, as a student with such merit was rare.

In vacations, everyone went to their homes, but Brooklyn always remained at school. He had no excitement for going to his so-called home. All the vacations passed away, with Brooklyn spending majority of his time in gardens. The teachers who remained at school were surprised with some incidents that took place during those times. For example, he solved an equation where the respectable maths teacher of 12th grade was having a little confusion which left the teacher in the thought that how could an 11th grader succeed in a problem he failed, and he accurately predicted that a few children would return to school in mid-vacation due to their houses getting renovated.

After the winter vacations of 11th grade ended, an incident took place which made everyone finally go through their ego and believe that he wasn't among them, neither was he lower than them, he was something far above them.

It was the day when he met Garland for the first time face to face or rather when they talked to each other straight. That day, then students were having beybattles, on the school's big beystadium. Towards the end, Garland was battling with the most snobbish yet the prettiest girl in the school.

The students were in such a great variety of dresses that one couldn't possibly tell that they were in the school. Someone was in a short dress, someone was still in uniform, someone was in that typical street fashion and some were in the tank top with trousers. The school allowed the students to their own dresses in the evenings after five, and on Sundays, the students weren't students at all.

Garland was in his BEGA outfit and the girl played in her yellow frock, with a yellow legging. The 'audience' around them were cheering for their favourite player. Finally, Garland won and caught his blade in a victorious pose.

"Anyone left?" he questioned from the crowd. The teens looked at each other to see if anyone wanted to challenge him. But there was no one in the surrounding crowd. Out of nearly those 100 blades, no one was left. Suddenly, someone's eyes spotted Brooklyn, like a white light in between the colourful flowers.

"That guy is still left" shouted a person from the crowd.

"You mean that nerd?" commented a girl in her short dress.

" Is he even having a blade?" asked another.

" Maybe." answered the one who had spotted him.

"Yes, he has one. I have seen a black coloured Beyblade with him" announced another.

" So let's ask him" decided Garland as he walked down from the Beydish platform towards Brooklyn.

The crowd followed him and they stopped in front of Brooklyn, who was lying down on the grass. Brooklyn gently opened his eyes to see the faces of people around him.

He sat up lazily and looked at Garland with a questioning look.

"I want to challenge you for a Beybattle" announced Garland showing his Blade.

"Really?" asked Brooklyn stifling a yawn," You would lose, so I don't fancy wasting my time"

Garland and others were startled by this reply.

"You seem to be overconfident"

"You can't defeat him. He is our champion."

"I think he is afraid of losing to Garland"

"Maybe he doesn't know how to spin a blade"

While the different people were popping in different comments, Brooklyn was quietly hearing with his eyes closed, dusting off some grass from his white attire.

He stood up from his position and very calmly said," It seems like I have to clear some confusion"

" So you are finally ready"

In two minutes, Brooklyn and Garland were at the Beydish, and others were crowding around to see what would happen.

"3;2;1; Let it rip!" the audience shouted and the Blades went spinning in the dish.

First everyone, including Garland, waited for Brooklyn to do something.

But Brooklyn stood before the Beydish like a statute.

"Why isn't he doing anything?"

" He was talking quite big"

" All words no action?"

"Hey, Brooklyn! Why aren't you doing anything?" asked Garland, losing patience.

"Why don't you try first?" replied Brooklyn in that irritatingly calm tone.

"Looks like I have got no other option..." and Garland sent his blade for attack.

Brooklyn merely dodged it.

Two or three times the sequence was repeated and Garland gritted his teeth in frustration. What is he doing?

" I am just dodging your moves Garland" Brooklyn answered like he had heard his thoughts.

" Why don't you do something?" asked a few members of the audience interrogated.

"Do you really want me to do something?" asked Brooklyn nonchantly.

"Of course"

"All right then" and before anyone could see what happened, the black blade clashed straight with Garlands and just as they saw Garland has lost! Garland was on the ground, as he had fallen from the force of Brooklyn's attack, which consumed no apparent effort.

Garland was jaw dropped. In all his experience, he had visited so many countries to learn more about Beyblading - England, Japan, Russia, France, Germany, America, China, Australia, Spain, Italy, Brazil, Mexico, Spain and some he doesn't even remember, but no one had defeated him. Only his coach and his little friend circle had defeated him in the beginning, but that too back in childhood and he had finally won from everyone. But, now when he thought no one could defeat him, this Brooklyn had defeated him with such an ease, he had doubted his own power.

Garland asked Brooklyn for one more rematch, and Brooklyn agreed, but it also ended in a similar way.

After that, there was a third rematch but in vain. Garland had got a few cuts and scratches, but they weren't hurting, his broken pride and confidence were hurting.

Seeing their champion lose, everyone was shocked. The person who was given no value except for academics had done something they valued too much. Everyone was highly motivated to try their lucks. One by one everyone went to battle once or twice or thrice but lost and descended from the platform in a condition similar to Garland. By the time stars had just started sparkling, everyone was half lying on one side of the platform, with their broken confidence.

" Seems like I had some fun today " Brooklyn caught his Blade and just as turned to walk away, there were some gesticulations between others and that snobbish beautiful girl called Aakriti in yellow frock called out, "Wait a minute!"

Brooklyn turned around and saw Aakriti. The snobbishness had disappeared from her pretty face and in a serious stature she spoke," We all want to battle you, together"

As she finished her sentence, others came to their feet, and everyone was ready with launchers.

"As you wish..."

And a hundred beys went spinning on the tiled floor, causing several cracks on it. Many blades crashed with each other before touching the ground. And many crashed as bladers got confused about the position of their blades. Before the match even began, the opposition had lost a quarter of its players. They all decided to attack Brooklyn in one go, so that he may not get the chance to escape. They attacked from all sides, but just as they reached Brooklyn's blade, Zeus took a jump in the air, and the innermost circle of blades bumped with each other, and the force had a considerable effect. The innermost circle stopped spinning, and many others too halted, and as Zeus descended, it landed hard on some blade, which nearly cracked. And as expected, As the blades had stopped, the Bladers had experienced a knocking force, which even knocked some on the ground.

Garland and Aakriti were among the small percentage that still spun.

"How long you want the match to go on?" asked Brooklyn, so lazily that he was apparently not affected by the ongoing match. It felt like he was not all interested.

"We will finish it off soon.." and an army of blades screamed," Special Move..."

All those blades with their different special moves attacked a single target, forgetting the target must have something like that too.

Halfway through their special moves, Brooklyn gave an easy command to Zeus," King of Darkness" and a dark storm coming from behind Brooklyn hurled all those blades in the air, which fell in a heap after the ending of the wind gust.

Brooklyn took Zeus and walked off. But he had left pretty many broken things behind. The bell for dinner went off and everyone slowly walked to the dining hall.

From that day, everyone started behaving differently towards him. No one would give him that snobbish glare or ignored him. A sense of respect would surround him every time. And shortly after the finish of the finals, he met Boris. Brooklyn offered him the chance of earning fame, respect and money. Brooklyn was astounded by the offer. No one had ever shown such genuine interest in him. He and Garland met at BEGA again. Garland had left school immediately after his last exam. Boris came to know about his powers through Garland and through his orphanage. At that time Brooklyn saw no harm in accepting the generous offer. At least the world would have accepted him then. But he was used. Very Brutally. He did what only a demon could have... He was a destroyer...

And the chapter is complete. Please review so that I get to know how it was. And if you can suggest me any idea, don't waste a second sharing it with me. Bye for sometime;)