Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade in any way. The only characters I own are my OCs. Anything else is coincidental.
Note: This story is another prequel, more of a spin-off and it details the past of my bad OC Pyro. This chapter has violent content and I don't want to make anyone feel upset. You have been warned so please no flames or hate comments.
Chapter 3: A Glint of Hope
In the house, the young boy still cried over his mother's lifeless body when he heard a noise and some men in army jackets came in and primed their weapons.
"Kid, you alone?" one man asked.
The young dual haired boy stared in surprise, frozen in shock.
"Kid?!" repeated the man a little louder.
He jumped in surprise and then said "No one else home...Dad in heaven and now Mum has...joined him." he then lowered his head as tears formed in his eyes.
The man closed his eyes and sighed. He opened them and was about to speak when an explosion ripped through the house.
"Code Red, the enemy has tracked us!" he shouted.
The soldiers all stayed undercover and kept a close eye out for any enemies and danger. Once settled, the leader turned to the boy.
"You can't stay here, Kid. We are in danger. You have to go." he whispered.
The boy whimpered slightly as he backed away to the door.
"Go, Kid. You have to. Go! Run!" exclaimed the army man.
The boy nodded and ran out of the house. He just kept running, hearing gunshots and screams from his home, getting fainter the more he ran. Tears flowed from his eyes as he ran. He didn't know where he was or where he was going. He just wanted to be away from any and all dangers.
"I feel so alone...I wish my mother was still here." he said to himself as he ran.
He diverted into a turn-off and leant against the wall then slid down so he was sitting on the floor and he hugged his knees and cried more.
He sat and cried for what felt like ages then heard some voices and looked up.
"He was such a wuss." said the voice of a short boy with dark blue hair.
"I'll say. Went running home to Mama." added a taller boy with yellow hair and one black streak in it.
The other three boys sniggered together.
"Hey, look over there!" exclaimed another boy. He was about the same height as the yellow haired boy, but had brown hair with two green streaks in it.
He was pointing in the direction of the young black and red haired boy who gasped a little, scared by the looks of this gang.
"He looks a bit scared. Wouldn't you say so?" asked an average height red haired boy with golden-brown highlights in it. He turned to the tallest boy.
"He does, let's introduce him to street-life." said the tallest boy, who had a long scar across his face, blazing red eyes and his hair was dark brown with white streaks at the fringe.
The five boys all headed over to the young kid. They all looked threatening with chains on their clothes. They couldn't have been much older than the little boy. They barely looked 5 or 6, but were frightening.
"Stay back..." muttered the kid as he tried to get away from the approaching gang.
The leader of the gang nodded to the yellow haired boy with the black streak. He stepped forward and grabbed the young boy by his spiky hair and picked him up.
"Ah, no, put me down!" screamed the kid.
The older boy smirked and his friends chuckled then he dropped the boy hard onto the floor. As the younger kid moved back onto his feet better, he got kicked in the side and gasped out in pain.
"There's more to the street than that, Kid. You won't last a day...well, we doubt you will anyway." said the shortest boy with the dark blue hair.
The red haired boy with the golden-brown highlights stepped forward next and kicked the young child a few times. He coughed up a little blood from the impacts in his stomach.
"Your day is done!" shouted the leader and he picked the child up by his shirt and punched him over and over again.
The child screamed and groaned to the pain when suddenly a blow to his back made him want to close his eyes in unconsciousness as it hurt so much.
"Poor little boy, all alone, no Mummy and Daddy." the member with brown hair and two green streaks taunted.
The leader then dropped the kid onto the floor and he winced, unable to do much more as he was cut and bruised all over.
"You understand the streets of Russia now. If you don't, then we will, for sure, never see you again. I would say good luck, but it's not what I want you to have. See ya around, Kiddo." the leader said then began to leave with his gang. He turned back for a moment and added "Or maybe not." then the group all laughed and left.
He just stayed there, huggled into this corner he had managed to crawl over to, and kept crying. Not just from the pain, which was way more than he had ever felt, but because he was alone and scared. He wanted his mother and was upset he would never see her again. He continued to cry when he heard footsteps.
He looked up slightly in fear as he thought it could be the group come back to beat him some more, but was surprised when a soft, gentle voice reached his ears.
"Kid, what happened to you?" asked the person as he knelt down to the young boy.
"A...a...group found me...beat me up..." answered the child slowly and weakly.
The person growled lowly then tried to help the younger kid sit up.
"What's your name?" he asked as he tried to do what he could to ease the boy's wounds and pain.
"I...um..." stuttered the kid then realised he had no inkling of his name. He remembered his parents perfectly, but his own name was gone from all memory. "I...don't know..." he finished.
"You are a bit young, and that jolt to your head may have made things hard. I understand." said the older person.
The young boy looked up properly at the older boy. He looked about the same age as that gang of boys, so about 6. He had blue-grey eyes and his hair was black, long and silky. The fringe and main part of his hair was slightly messy from being on the street and the back was in a ponytail that reached to his mid-back, slightly scruffy, but suited him well.
"What is...your name?" he asked as his eyes registered that this person could possibly be trusted.
The older boy smiled. "My name is Nicolai. I'll help you, Kid. You will be okay." he said and gently helped the kid up. "Hm, there's no way you can walk, come here." he added and picked the younger boy up. "I'll take you to my place. It's a bit messed up and draughty, but it's indoors and better than out here. Choices are limited on the street, Pal. Don't worry, I'll teach you all you need to know." he finished.
The young boy looked up at Nicolai and nodded then fell asleep. Nicolai smiled back and carried the boy back to his little place. The young kid began to smile in his sleep as he had a friend and now there was some hope he'd last on the street.
