Blitzkreig50889: okay sorry for the long wait. I've been so busy writing out my newest fic Summer Blaze that I almost forgot about my other ones. So, to apologize for the long update wait, here's a long series of updates that hopefully you'll all enjoy. Johnny, that's your cue!
Johnny: (glares) blitzkreig50889 does not own beyblade or any of its characters. She just owns her plot ideas. She would also like you to know this is the last time the disclaimer will be spoken for this fic since you probably already know her disclaimers by heart.
Blitzkreig50889: well, that works for me. Enjoy the chapter everyone!
Chapter 1
"And if you take the hypotenuse of a right triangle and one of the bases of a right triangle, you can use the-"
Johnny tuned out the teacher's attempt to explain the various ways to find the angles of a right triangle. He already heard all of this before, not that it seemed to make any more sense each time he heard it.
Glancing out a nearby window, he reflected back on the camping trip that had been taken two weeks ago. Since hearing the prophecy and finding out what was causing him to have such odd dreams, he'd been restless. The dreams had not disappeared and each time he had them, the music seemed to become even more intense, more sinister.
Shaking his head slightly, he forced himself to focus on the teacher. He'd long learned that if he at least pretended to be interested in what she was saying she would leave him alone. He could only be grateful that this was his last class of the day.
At the ringing of the bell, he almost jumped out of his seat and ran for the door. The music was back and for the second time in his life, it was playing while he was awake. Only strict discipline kept him from running out of the room and to the car waiting outside for him. Only discipline kept him from reaching for the nearest phone and calling his older teammate the moment he got home.
Still hearing the music playing in his ears, he quickly moved through his house to his bedroom and slammed the door closed. Just as quickly, he reached into a nearby desk drawer and pulled out Salamolyon's blade.
"Salamolyon!" he yelled.
"There's no need to yell! I can hear you just fine. And before you say anything, yes I can hear the damn flute!"
Johnny winced at the salamander's tone and nearly broke contact. However, he forced himself to keep the mental contact and ask the next question. "Can you trace it this time?"
"No."
"Oh," Johnny mumbled before breaking contact. It was obvious that Salamolyon was in a rather foul mood and had been for quite some time and wanted nothing more than to be left alone for awhile.
Placing the blade back in the drawer he pulled it out of, Johnny checked the clock. He could easily call all three of his teammates and tell them about the experience, but he figured they'd only give him the same answers as usual.
Sighing, he walked downstairs and headed outside. He could still hear the music playing, something it had never done in the past. Typically, it only lasted for a few minutes, not almost twenty as it was this time around. Before heading out side, he glanced at the calender. As always, it showed nothing special and Johnny muttered a few curse words under his breath in Gaelic before walking out onto his front porch.
No sooner was he on the porch, he felt a sudden urge to walk off into the hills. Bothered by the urge to do something he knew could be dangerous, he hurried back inside and looked at the calender. It clearly showed the date as being September third. Baffled, he walked back outside, and with his typical carelessness, followed the urge that he was almost positive came from the mysterious dragonflute of legend.
"Do not!" Salamolyon yelled before he could go more than a few steps away from the porch. "Do not follow that music!"
"Why not?" Johnny asked the question with an almost annoyed sound to his voice. "We're supposed to find the damn thing aren't we?"
"We, not you," Salamolyon growled. "And on top of that, it's too soon to go looking for it."
"What do you mean by it's too soon?! In just a few more weeks it'll be autumn and then what do you intend to do?"
Salamolyon winced at Johnny's temper. The Scot had never been particularly patient. "We only need to wait a few more days. We'll go look for it this weekend when we're both free of any obligations."
Johnny nearly snarled at Salamolyon in frustration. Slowly, he forced himself to walk back to the porch and inside the house. The music was still playing and it almost sounded as if it was angry that Salamolyon would not allow Johnny to go look for it.
Shuddering, Johnny rushed to the nearest telephone. Now he had no other choice but to tell his teammates what had happened. Thank God he didn't have to worry about them not being home.
Oliver's head snapped up as the phone rang. He did a quick check of his surroundings, and seeing nothing likely to harm him in his path to the phone, he quickly moved and picked it up. It was a good thing his evil-possible-stepfather-to-be was out cold in a drunken stupor.
"Hello?" he queried into the phone.
"Oliver, I need to-"
"Johnny? What the heck are you doing near a phone?" Oliver interrupted as shock set in. His Scottish teammate rarely ever used a phone for anything.
"Don't sound so shocked. Look, I need to tell-"
Again Oliver interrupted him. "I hate to be a pain in the butt, but i really can't talk to long. He's here."
"He? Oh, that he. What the hell is he doing there anyway? Don't answer that! I really need you to listen to me. It'll only take a couple of minutes."
At the almost worried tone in Johnny's voice, Oliver did a quick glance over at the menace of his life. Seeing the drunk was still out cold, he spoke into the receiver. "Okay, talk but make it quick. I don't want to risk getting caught."
"Oliver, are you okay? Maybe you should-"
"Johnny, out with it already! Quit worrying about me and say what you need to say," Oliver snapped while dragging his shirt sleeve over a recently cut left wrist. There was no way he could ever tell Johnny. The Scot wouldn't understand.
"Okay! No need to bite my head off. Anyway, what i called for is that the song came back."
Oliver almost groaned. The song of the dragonflute had been plaguing Johnny almost continually with always the same results. "And?"
"How did I know you were going to say that? The funny thing this time though was that it has lasted more than a few minutes and actually tried to force me outside to find it."
Oliver almost dropped the phone. Now, that was new! "How long-"
"It's been like that for almost the entire afternoon! And before you ask, this has only happened today and is still happening."
This time, Oliver really did drop the phone. The loud clatter caused the drunk sitting in the living room to instantly snap awake. "What the hell are you doing, boy?"
Oliver winced as he saw the man get off the couch and head to the bathroom. He knew he only had a matter of two minutes exactly to hang up the phone, grab his homework off of the table, and rush upstairs to his room and lock the door.
"Johnny I-"
"He's awake isn't he?" Johnny asked quietly.
"Yes, I-"
"Yeah, I know, you have to go. If you get a chance, tell Enrique about this mess for me. And you really should tell your mother about that asshole before something rather disastrous happens again." With those words, Johnny hung up the phone.
Oliver, moving just as quickly, hung up as well and rushed around to pick up his homework. He made it as far as the bottom of the stairs before time ran out.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Shit!" Oliver thought as the man grabbed the back of his shirt and shoved him into the living room. "Here we go again."
Blitzkreig50889: well, there you go everyone. If you were wondering what was going to happen to Oliver, you're just going to have to wait until the next chapter...and eventually, the final fic of the series. And as always, please remember to review and I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I realized I forgot to say this last time.
