THE CAMERA CLUB: Revised Edition PART ONE: Chapter four, a beyblade fanfic

The Camera Club

Part One

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Chapter four

Nobody wins

Searching for the truth in your eyes,

Found myself so lost don't recognize,

The person now that you, you claim to be,

…Now you're too far high for me to see,

I'd never thought we'd come to this,

Maybe there's beauty in goodbye,

Nobody wins.

I heard claws scratching the floor, my thoughts immediately flew to the werewolves. I felt my heart thud like its going to burst through my chest. I turned around and gasped, color flushing down my cheeks. It was…

...just Rocky. Busted.

"Hey Rocky," I greeted waving to him as I placed the scissors down, "Wazzup?" He stared at me like I'd just grown a tail. I shrugged my shoulders, "Okay you caught me being a snoop. Don't tell Johnny."

"Like I can tell him, Anns." He replied dryly. Slowly he parked his ass beside mine, his stares shifted between me and the big brown box. "It's not like I can talk to humans other than you. I'm not that talented. I don't even think I have a talent. I hate my life. Well, whatever, I can't do anything about it anyway. What are you doing?"

I picked up the scissors again. Here was Rocky being his cute cynical self again, cute. I started tearing the duct tape plastered on the box's opening, "Huh, oh, uhmm, investigating, I guess." I replied, grunting, "Stupid tape.. owww. Fuck.. it's for the school paper."

Rocky scoffed, "Guidelines for snoopers?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, "No. It's about the Camera Club. You know, Johnny's club. You know." I grinned as the scissors finally pulled through the thick tape. I placed the scissors back down and started snooping inside the box. It was full of black and white folders.

How colorful.

I pulled out a couple and started looking through each one.

Rocky's head poked in under my arms. He was looking in the folders too. "Hmmm," he commented, tilting his head to the side "Looks like a house in Spain."

I turned to look at him, "Spain?" I repeated, "Why do you think it's in Spain?"

Shrug. "Just a hunch."

I stared at the sketch then at the photo which was exactly identical to the drawing. "Yeah, I guess." I agreed then placed it down. I turned to look at the other folders. "But why do they need this? Why do they keep this?"

"Duh." Rocky replied, placing his black paw on the picture, "Camera Club. What do they do? Take pictures. Sometimes, I really can't believe you have a human brain."

I frowned at him. "It's not my fault I have memory loss."

He smirked, "That's not what I meant." Then he stood up and walked towards the door. "You better get your own copy of that stuff. You can't sneak inside Johnny's room everyday."

I thought about what he said, hmmm, he's right. I should get my own copy. I started dragging the box to my room just a few feet away. I turned my three-in-one printer on. It's a printer, scanner and a photocopier. Cool huh? After a few minutes, I started photocopying each page.

This is so stressful.

I finished about a half before Rocky ran inside my room. "You're dead! Dead! Dead!" He barked, pushing the scattered folders together with his nose, "Johnny's here! He's here!"

I gasped as I hurried to pick up all the folders and stuffed all of them inside the big box. "Duct tape! Duct tape!" I screamed running around my room, looking for the roll of tape.

I froze when I heard Johnny's horn. I ran to the window and looked through the pink blinds. He was at the gates. "Shit! Shit!" I screamed running out of the room and into Johnny's room.

"The box you idiot!" Rocky reminded, running after me, "The box!"

I slapped my forehead hard as I ran back to my room and dragged the box out. "The tape! Find the tape!" I screamed, kicking the door open, "Distract Johnny! Distract him!!"

"It's under the bed!" he yelled back, rolling his eyes, "The scissors is beside it too!" He hurried to the staircase, "I'll take care of Johnny!!"

"Okay! Thanks!!" I bend down and reached for the tape and scissors.

"Really, how stupid can a person be?"

I stomped my foot on the floor. "I heard that, you cynical dog."

I quickly plastered duct tape on the opening and pushed it back under the bed. I picked up some clothes and threw them back inside the walk-in closet. I kicked some other stuff under the bed and hurried out, slamming the door close as I did.

I heard Hector greet Johnny and the dogs' loud barking. I dashed to my room first and slammed the door closed then ran down to the foyer where everyone seemed to be.

"Johnny!" I yelled, jumping a few steps to the ground. I tightly hugged him, "Where did you run off too?!"

"Let go.. I'm choking.." He said pushing me off him, "Sheesh, I'm tired. Where's dad?"

"He's off to work, sir," Hector replied, "Do you want to eat dinner?"

"Yeah, yeah." He replied, "Call me when it's ready. I'll be at my room."

I flushed, quickly shifting my gaze around the room. Shit. What if he'll know? I'm dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Oh no, I almost sound like Rocky. This is bad. "Wh-where did you go?" I asked again, tugging on the ends of my plain black shirt. "You look a bit.. tan?"

He chuckled heading towards the stairs. I tailed him. "Yeah," he replied, "I went to Greece."

"Wow, Greece." Caramel commented. I briefly glanced at her. She has a crush on Johnny so that's why she's so excited that he's back. It's really weird. A dog and human relationship is just so… now that I think about it. Ugh.

I shook my head trying to shake the horrid image away.

"Greece?" I repeated, "Why didn't you bring me along?"

"I don't want to waste the trip taking care of a crybaby."

"I'm not a crybaby."

He just smirked in reply. He glanced back at me before he turned the door knob on his bedroom door. I felt my heart skip a beat at the action. "I'll call you down for dinner."

"What are you going to do now?" I asked, raising a brow.

"Save the world."

And with that he stepped inside his room and the door clicked close. I waited for a few seconds expecting to hear an angry yell from his room. Then some stomping and some more yelling. But it never came. I started to relax.

After fifteen minutes of waiting, the screaming and stomping never came so I walked back to my room, turning off some lights as I did. I walked past the balcony and noticed Patricia, one of the house helpers, cleaning the pool. I sighed as I continued on my way.

It was time to investigate.

"It's going to be a long night," I muttered stepping inside my room.

I carried the files in my bathroom and locked myself in. This way, Johnny can't see what I'm doing. He has a habit of slamming inside my room as a surprise. I studied the blue print again.

It was a large mansion. Spanish style. Three floors and one basement. A circle foyer and two grand staircases. Are they building houses or something? These things just don't connect. This is so weird.

I glanced at the small window by the shower. It was already late at night so I decided that it's time to rest. I don't want to be late again tomorrow. I stretched as I pushed myself off the floor and out of the bathroom. I jumped on my bed and closed my eyes…

Grumble.. grumble…

I sat up and looked at the wall clock. It was ten in the evening. I spent almost three hours and a half studying the stupid useless blueprints that I forgot dinner.

Why didn't Johnny call me?

He said he'll call me.

Stupid asshole, he forgot me. I'll kill him… someday.

I stomped downstairs. Why did Kenny have to set the investigation in secret? What's wrong with letting the club know they're going to be featured? Really, everything makes no sense.

Wait—Kenny never told me to keep the investigation a secret. Did he? I don't remember words along that thought. Hmmm, must be my memory gap again. Maybe I can interview members of the club.

Then I don't have to sneak into Johnny's room for info.

I walked past the dimly lit dining room. It was about ten so I understand why the lights were set in low. But why didn't Johnny call me? Did he want me to starve to death? I paused.

Maybe he was punishing me? Maybe he already knew? Oh no, I'm gonna die tonight.

"Ms. Anna," I heard someone call. I quickly turned around and smiled. "Are you looking for something?"

"Yes, my dinner." I replied walking to the kitchen. Hector slowly tailed behind me. "Why didn't you call me? I wanted to eat dinner too."

"You were asleep, ms."

I looked at him disbelievingly, "Excuse me?" I exclaimed, dropping the fork I was holding, "Sleeping? I was in the bathroom for three hours."

Hector shook his head, "You must have been dreaming, ms." He replied, reaching for the fallen fork, "Master Johnny opened your door and found you sleeping soundly on your bed. We didn't bother to wake you up. You looked so peaceful.."

I stared at him, he stared back at me. "I'm sorry," I whispered, "I'm not hungry anymore. You may go." He looked unsure but he turned around and headed to his room.

I sat on one of the stools surrounding the counter island. "I'm sure I wasn't sleeping…" I muttered, staring at the fork, "I was in the bathroom…I'm sure of it. I'm not that forgetful."

Then it hit me, "I have a.. doppelganger?!"

I felt a shiver ran through my spine as I looked around me. There was something eerie in the atmosphere. I gulped as I hurried towards Johnny's room. Screw dinner. I was going to sleep in Johnny's room whether he wants me to or not!

I stared up at the red eyes of the wolf as it growled at me. I wanted to run away, to get away from the danger it represented but I couldn't. There were chains holding me in place, a place perfect for the wolf. A place where it can eat me. The place I'm going to die.

"This is just a dream, a dream, a dream." I repeated, trying to calm my heart down, "Just a dream. Just a dream."

"No, sweetheart, this is reality!" the wolf barked before it ran towards me, its jaws ready to devour me. That's when I realized it…

"Papa," I muttered before everything turned black.

"Papa!!" I yelled as I sat up, panting.

My head felt hazy and dizzy at the same time. I glanced around me, looking for any sign of the wolf or my blood. I don't think I have any wounds. I was right it was just a dream. Another awful dream. My head jerked forward as something hit me at the back of my head, "Oww!"

"Shut up, I'm.. trying to sleep here." Johnny mumbled going back to his sleep. He grunted before he turned to the other side. I glanced up at him and rolled my eyes.

I pushed myself up from the cold floor. Yes, I was sleeping in the floor. I threw the pillow back at him which he ignored.

"Johnny, I've been having weird dreams lately," I shared sitting at the end of the bed, "Do you know someone who can interpret them?"

He didn't answer. I narrowed my gaze.

"Hey, do you?" I asked again.

"…"

"Johnny, hey, I know you're awake. You can't go back to sleep anymore once you've woken. I know you."

"…"

"Stop pretending to be asleep when I know you're awake.."

He sat up the bed, his eyes glaring at me. He picked up two pillows and threw them at me. "Eat up," he snapped, "And shut up. Maybe then I won't have to pretend I'm asleep."

He plopped back on the thick pillows, "And don't fucking touch the curtains. I don't need blaring sunlight in my room."

I rolled my eyes as I stood up and headed to the door. "Okay, calm down, hot pants." I said, opening the door, "It's not the end of the world."

"Sorry, but I don't do incest."

"Ewww." I yelled as I slammed the door shut. I walked back to my room, if there's one thing I'm sure about doppelgangers is that they don't seem to like sun. But if there's one thing I'm sure is that seeing a doppelganger means illness or danger.

Good thing I wasn't the one who saw my own doppelganger or it's gonna be death.

But with the dreams and now the doppelganger, could this mean double trouble? Wow, that rhymed.

I grumbled to myself as I thought about what Hilary said after I told her about my mirror image. She just shrugged it off and told me to be a logical person.

"There are no such things as a mirror image," she said, "Germans just created them to scare little children. Please, maybe Johnny was playing with you or something."

"But Johnny allowed me to sleep in his room after I told him," I defended, "He never does that. He doesn't want me near him when I sleep cause I make noise. I sleep talk. And he's a light sleeper. He would have told me that he was just kidding with me.. but he never did so maybe it was real and it was warning me of—"

Hilary placed a finger over my lips, "Shh, believe what you want." She said, "I'm heading to the library to do some research. See you. Oh, we have a meeting this afternoon. Urgent, Kenny said."

And with that she turned to the direction of the library. If I didn't know her I would have believed she was going to the library for research, but in know her so I know she's not.

I turned and hurried to my locker. So that's where I am now, in front of my red locker. Red for juniors. Hep hep hooray! I opened my locker and took out some books I needed for the afternoon classes. I hate afternoon classes. I mean, shouldn't it be a time for sleeping?

Oops, never mind.

After what I dreamt about last night, there's no way I'm closing my eyes again.

"Anna," someone said right behind me. I turned around and dropped my English book. It was Kai, Tala and King. What did they want from me now? My day couldn't have turned for the best, can it?

Always for the worst. Great.

"We need facts about your doppelganger." King said, taking out his notebook. Is he kidding? Wasn't I supposed to be the one interviewing them? Why is he poised like he was the one doing that? Am I a celebrity now?

Scratch that; if these three are gonna be my fans, I'd rather be the ugliest girl in the whole universe.

"Huh?" I answered, tilting my head to the side. King tilted his head too and blinked twice before he repeated, "We need facts about your mirror image."

"Uhh, you should ask Johnny." I bent down and picked up my book and slammed my locker shut. "I didn't see it. Johnny was the one who saw it. I was in the bathroom doing st—" I stopped right there before I blurt everything out.

Tala sighed as he leaned on the locker beside me.

Kai looked utterly bored.

King looked really interested.

Okay.

"Uhh, I should get going." I slowly walked past the three of them who stood frozen at their spot looking at each other. Then I turned to the corner and quickly glanced back again to ask where Johnny was.

But I found no one.

Don't tell me they were doubles too.

I decided to skip algebra late in the afternoon. I wasn't in the mood for imaginary numbers. They are so complicated. I love math, I just don't like imaginary numbers. I decided to waste my time by the tracks.

I brought some of the folders with me so I took them out and checked them out again. Too bad I didn't finish photocopying them all.

I rested my weary back against the large tree root and stared up the blue sky. "Brooklyn!" I heard someone call. Automatically I looked around, Brooklyn was here? I thought he had classes?

I spotted Ming Ming striding elegantly towards him. He was there by the tennis court. Wonder why I haven't noticed him? Hmmm. I gasped as they hugged.

Since when did they start hugging each other?

They don't even talk that much.

They don't interact that much.

They don't--I gasped.

They certainly don't fucking kiss!!

Abruptly I stood up dropping the folding on the dirt. My eyes leaked, I hurried to wipe them away with my sleeves and picked up the folders. I felt something cutting through my chest as I ran towards anywhere.

I just kept walking. Ignoring everyone around me.

I hit something hard and fell back on the ground. The folders scattered so I hurried to pick them up. I reached for the last one when a pale hand reached for it too. I looked up and blinked my tears away.

"T-Thanks. And sorry." I mumbled, standing up.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, as I took the folder. Good thing, the folders didn't open or the president would have punched me then and there.

"Huh, oh, I just… fell on the stairs, over the tracks.." I stupidly lied, "I gotta go, see you around, Kai."

"Hn."

I didn't bother to look back at him as I ran through the still corridors. The classes were still going on. I closed the door and dropped all the folders. Good thing the rooftop was empty. I sat near the door so that the students couldn't see me.

I rocked my head on my folded knees and cried. My eyes are going to be so puffy.

I stood up and walked to the railings and looked out the whole school yard. It was all peaceful. The whole world was peaceful except me. I just can't—get it into my system that..

maybe he doesn't love me anymore.

Maybe he never loved me at all.

Maybe.. I should just end this all. Forget it all…

I stood on top of a silver stool as I attached the ribbon on the second floor railings. Hilary was wailing on the ground, "I can't believe he did that Anna," she said, crying, "What's his problem? What did I ever do to him? I hate him."

"Puh-lease, he just likes bugging you, that's all." I replied, hammering the nail on the wooden wall. We were decorating for the awarding this afternoon. "It is said that when a boy bugs you, he likes you."

Hilary placed her hands on her hips, "We're talking about Tyson here," she reminded.

"So what if it's Tyson?" I retorted, "It's common knowledge that 85 percent of the male population are cheaters, assholes, jerks, yada, yada. But there's still that 15 percent. Don't you think that Tyson could belong wi--Whoa!!"

"Look out!" The warning came too late. The ball had already hit the stool I'm on and I already lost my balance. I fell on the pavement earning gashes on my palms and elbows and knees. Everyone crowded around me! It was so embarrassing.

I spotted the soccer ball. "Who the hell kicked the ball towards me?!" I yelled as Hilary and Emily helped me up.

"I did,"

The crowd became silent. A soccer jock pushed through the crowd and smiled at me. "Sorry 'bout that," he said, walking towards me, "Let me help you to the clinic."

I screamed as he picked me up and carried me all the way to the clinic. I glared at him; he stared back at me.. and that's when my heart started making that thud-thud beat.

Thud-thud. Thud-thud.

My reminiscing halted when the door behind me opened, I turned around and narrowed my gaze. "What are you doing here?" I snapped. He just smiled at me.

"Anna, Kai told me you were crying," he said, walking towards me with his hands inside his pocket, "Can't you be more careful next time? I brought a band aid."

"I don't need a band aid."

Brooklyn still handed the band aid at me. I just stared at it until he dropped his hand to his side. "What's the matter?" he asked, shoving his hands back into his pocket, "You seem edgy. Bad day?"

"Bad afternoon." I replied, turning back to the school yard.

He stood beside me, "Well, you can see me now," he said, smirking, "It should turn out for the better."

I rolled my eyes, "When I saw you, that was when my day turned upside down." I walked away from the railings. "When I saw you at the Tennis court." Narrowing my gaze, I turned back at him.

He stiffened, "A-and what else did you see?"

I turned back around, "Hmmm, that you were kissing Ming Ming." I replied, walking to the door. I picked up my bag and smiled back at him. "But don't worry, cause we are over. You can run to her now.."

"What?" he exclaimed, "I kissed Ming Ming?! And who told you that?!"

"Uhmm, my eyes." I held the door knob and turned it around, "See you, ex."

"Anna, I wasn't at the Tennis court!!" I glanced one last time at him; he had that disturbed unbelieving expression on his face—I hesitated. But.. I know what I saw. I clicked the door close and hurried down.

So, I'm free.

He's free.

I got no one.

He's got Ming Ming.

And that sounds so unfair.

I ran into the house and headed to my room. Hector greeted me by the foot of the staircase, "Hello, ms. Anna. What seems to be the hurry?" I briefly nodded at him and continued on my way to my room.

Just a few more steps.

I met Johnny half-way on the staircase, "What happened to you?" he asked, closing the magazine he was reading, "You look like the world is about to end."

"It is about to, Johnny," I replied hurrying up to my room. I turned the knob and opened the door.

"What's wrong with her?" I heard Johnny ask.

"I have no idea, sir." Hector replied. I clicked the door close. I jumped up on my bed and curled up like a cat. My eyes started to leak again. I closed my eyes trying so hard not to remember the events that have past.

His lips on hers. His hands clasped around hers. I shut my eyes tight. Yesterday was better…

I want to go back to the time when you truly loved me, B.

Hilary nudged my side as we walked through the hallways towards gym. "Lookie who's here," she said, giggling, "It's B-R-O-O-K-L-Y-N!"

I glared at her. "Hooray." I cheered dryly, "And just look who's right behind him, it's T-Y-S-O-N! Go Tyson!" I clapped my hands twice as I spelled each letter. Tyson beamed as he spotted Hilary beside me. Hilary groaned as Tyson ran towards us.

"Ugh. I gotta go." Hilary said turning around the opposite direction.

"Okay. Bye." I said, waving. Tyson ran past me, calling for her. "Hey Ty,"

"Hey Anna!" he yelled turning around the corner.

I turned around and my heart started that stupid thud-thud again. "Hey, Brook." I greeted, walking past him, "What's cooking?"

He kept his pace with mine. "So what's your decision?" he asked, shoving his hands inside his pant pockets. He seemed to have forgotten to fix his hair this morning for it stood out in all directions. But it still suited him. "Saturday?"

"I'll think about it."

"What's there to think about?" he asked, smirking smugly, "Some girls would kill just to trade places with you."

"Riight." I replied, smiling a bit.

"Kidding aside. What is there to think about, Anns?"

"Well," I said stopping, "You did break my foot." I narrowed my gaze at him as I continued, "And you did it in purpose. I don't want to go out with someone who cripples me."

He chuckled. "You were distracting me." He said, pinching my nose, "Who in the world wears a skirt while hanging decorations?"

"Is it my fault that girls are required to wear skirts in this holy institution?"

"It is your fault that you look great in a skirt." He replied, "So tomorrow at eight?" I couldn't say no.

Knock! Knock!

"Not now," I said through my deep sobs, "Go away! I'm not in the mood!!" The door opened anyway, completely ignoring my orders. Johnny stepped inside holding a tray with a cup of hot chocolate and a plate of chocolate cake.

"Don't litter in my room, Johnny." I warned, wiping my tears away. "Go out to the kitchen if you want to eat."

He ignored me and placed the tray on my bedside table. "Easy, Anna. It's just me." He said, patting my head. I quickly whisked it away.

"I'm not a dog—"

"Then stop acting like one."

I groaned as I turned to face the other side and pulled the blanket over my head. "I'm not in the mood, Johnny." I snapped, "Let's bite each other's head off later."

He sat beside me. I felt the bed groan at this newly added weight. "I know what happened. Hilary called asking me if you were okay and that she'll kill Ming Ming." He said, "Don't worry, Anna. I'll hunt for his head too."

"Could you just leave me alone?"

"Can't I be a good brother for once?" He said, taking a long sip on the hot chocolate. He placed it back and started eating the cake. "I came here to comfort my sad heart broken little sister. And you treat me like that? That's so sad."

I turned around and rolled my eyes. "I'm supposed to be the one eating the cake!" I yelled, bonking his head, ""And the hot chocolate too!"

"Oh."

I stared at Johnny then started laughing.

I submerged myself lower on the tub and closed my eyes. I felt a chill shudder through my body. If I'm gonna live without him, it's better if I don't live at all. Death—enternal bliss. I felt my lungs tighten, my hands started to tense but I didn't lift my head to the surface—to where the air was.

Slowly my hands relaxed, they seemed to have lost their will to pull me up to the surface. Here it is—death is so near. Only a few minutes away…

Peace.

There is beauty in goodbye.

kissedbykai: Sorry for the super late update. I finished my thesis and after that it was examination week. Sorry. Sorry. And oh yeah, I know I said in the last that Anna is going to interact with Kai and Johnny is going to be in some fight. But I have rewritten the chapter because it was complicated.

And I just settled for this one. So, tell me what you think?