Considered Good or Evil?
"The head of an illegal business was fount dead late last night. The weapon was a small handgun fount on his body. The police gave a statement that the man had committed suicide; so no further action to finding the truth behind the case was necessary. However; inside the building, it was filled with bodies of men, all who had been shot at. This has given the police to think over the case; whether it was a suicide or not. Some police believe that the head of the business murdered them and then taken his own life. But some police are set to believe there was more to it than it appears. So as we speak; a few of the bodies, including the head of the business, were taken in to get an autopsy. So any new information has yet to be fount out. So we might need to take care with what we do; because it seems that we might have a murderer around town, so be careful everyone." The female reporter stated on national television.
The room was completely empty; so in this house, the reporter was speaking to herself. The floor and walls were made out of wood; which had been varnished. There were a few pocket doors; one that led to another part of the Japanese type house, and another to the outside, which was doubled.
"Yo Tyson; do I really have to spell this out for ya? Cause you're losing really badly here" a voice of a child; possibly the age of 12 years, spoke out to a 15 year old blue haired male.
"Yeah Tyson; you're worrying me here. What seems to be the problem?" a male with blonde hair and blue eyes asked him.
Tyson; the 15 year old dark blue haired male, looked to the ground just in front of his feet. The emotion that was in his eyes was... sadness? It seemed something more than that; maybe worry; concern and some sadness as well. However; something was bugging him, causing him to be depressed, and a depressed Tyson isn't normal. Maybe the world might end if Tyson had become depressed for the first time ever.
"Tyson; what's wrong?" a short brown haired female asked.
"I'm having doubts that Tyson would want to talk about it. It could just be a family problem or something guys. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Right; Tyson?" a brown haired male asked.
Tyson only shifted his gaze to look at his beyblade; Dragoon. The white blade was continuously spinning in one spot; not moving any where else. With Tyson not responding to his friends; they began to worry that something was wrong; they were beginning to think that it wasn't a family problem, but something much bigger than that.
"Tyson" the red haired boy; the child of the group, said with worry.
Tyson lifted his head and looked at all his friends around him. They all had worry written on their faces; something that they normally wouldn't do for Tyson, since he was an always-happy-person, yeah, a happy person that spends almost all his time stuffing his face with food, junk food in that. His brown eyes were showing that he had something on his mind; but that soon disappeared as it was overtaken by his happy side again.
"It's just I'm starving my head off. I've not eaten for a long while" he said as he held his stomach with his left hand.
Everyone dropped to the floor. There was nothing wrong with him at all; this was what was going through their minds, but their obliviousness kept them from guessing that Tyson was actually hiding what had sent his mind adrift, and what had caught him to become depressed. He laughed nervously; knowing that he was going to be shouted at by them; especially Hilary, the brown haired female.
"Could you at least once not think about food?" the brown haired boy asked.
"But Kenny; I'm starving, I've not eaten for ages" Tyson moaned.
"You just ate five minutes ago" Max confirmed.
Tyson nervously laughed again as he scratched the back of his head with his right hand. Whilst everyone was busy thinking to themselves how Tyson was so inconsiderate; Tyson looked to the sky with that same look he had before he confirmed a lie to his friends. He didn't want them to find out that something was going amidst; especially since that a certain loyal friend of his had spoke to him the night before, the exact moment of the murdering that was being spoken about on national television.
"Mr. D" Cecil sang out through the air.
The group of six united bladers were walking through the park in search of a man called Mr Dickinson. Mr Dickinson was the man that was their sponsor for them to become a beyblading team in competitions. A man that Angel happened to be close to; so close that they became like a family, grandfather and granddaughter. The other five knew Mr. D for when they were with him in the competitions and on TV.
They turned down the left path which connected with an open space. A fountain was set in the middle; with a man in a long coat and brown hat sat feeding the birds, minding his own business. Pigeons were scattered in front of him as they pecked away at the bird seeds that the man gentle chucked to the ground for them. Angel had instantly felt the familiar connection with the man; she could even seem to sense his depressed state he was in.
The other five were looking in different directions; with their heads as they stayed in the same spot. Angel walked towards the man at the fountain; she needed to talk with him. The other five gasped as they saw their group leader walking up to the man at the fountain; they were surprised that she would take action like that.
Angel stood a few paces away from the man; his aura filled her senses, she knew who he was. The man looked to Angel; but his face was filled with shock, however within the next few seconds, it was exchanged with the happiest face that Angel had ever seen off him. She smiled gently at him as he instantly stood to face her directly.
"Angel; I thought I'd never see you again. I mean you just disappeared off the face of the earth. Did something happen?" he asked with worry.
She could see that he wanted to do something to help her; his eyes gave everything away. He was too gentle; kind and caring, and that was what made him vulnerable. He could easily be taken advantage of. Whilst Angel was as close to him as a granddaughter to him; she would never let something like that happen to him, but sometimes, she wouldn't be able to protect him forever. His eyes; they changed, the emotions had changed within them and Angel instantly saw this.
"Mr. D; I'm just going to randomly guess this. The BBA no longer exists because a man came to your superiors; who were the ones to let you run the company, sold it to this man. So now you're out of business; workless and filled with shame and guilt?" she confirmed to him; whilst changing the subject.
"Angel; I can't believe how analytical; compassionate and considerate you are. I'm truly amazed and touched by your outstanding abilities you were gifted with. BBA only exists in the hearts of the bladers that still want to stay signed up with the BBA. I'm afraid; I can no longer sponsor you as a blading group" he said with sadness spoken with almost every word.
The other five came up to them and recognised Mr. D right away; as his hat was now resting on the fountain. Angel's emotions changed in a spilt second. Her eyes no longer filled with joy; happiness, or excitement; they now showed depression, sadness, anger and disbelief. She closed her eyes to stop the tears; which she felt welling in her eyes, she felt absolutely terribly about the situation, she knew how Mr Dickinson's feeling.
The five girls behind exchanged glances; they had heard about the BBA being taken over by BEGA, they could tell that this saddened Angel, maybe even left a small tear in her heart. Their hopes had become shattered; they wanted to be a beyblading group of the BBA, but it only exists in their hearts. It was impossible for their hope to come true; they can't become a group again.
"We can still be a group! We can represent the BBA as we rebel against BEGA. The only beyblading organization I'll ever sign up for is the BBA; BEGA is nothing more to me than an enemy that must be crushed. I'm not sure about you guys; but I'm going against BEGA to reclaim the BBA's rightful position at the beyblading league" Angel spoke up with confidence.
Her words inspired the others; giving them hope and a goal that they desperately wanted to achieve. Mr. D looked to Angel who held her former emotions; before she became saddened. Her eyes were gleaming with her inspiration; her goal, her target that she was focusing on. Whatever gleamed in her eyes; she'll follow it through, even if it means that she'll focus only on that.
"No matter what I'm always beside you all the way" Brooke said with a grin.
"You can always count on me" Cecil said with a cute closed eye smile.
"I'm in; I want to give BEGA a major surprise" Dia said with a smirk.
"I'm in! Count on me Angel" Ella stated as she leaned forward a little with her hands on her hips.
"Angel; I'm always here for you" Faye stated sweetly.
Mr. D looked at them surprised and amazed with their fighting spirit. They're willing to fight for the BBA; stand up against an opponent they know little about, just to show that the BBA are worth more than what BEGA are claiming to think? Angel looked to each of her group members with a smile of gratefulness. She then turned to Mr. D with a smile saying that they'll definitely do it. He gave a smile back saying just how grateful he was.