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Digital Life

Part 3

Slowly, Tyson took four steps back, he remembered the dream and his brutal death.
"What do you want from me?" he asked.
The Character didn't respond, just standing there as he attempted to back away.
"Say...say something," Tyson said.
The Character pulled out his sword and looked as though he was about to strike.
He looked for a way to escape but it looked difficult.

"HEY, TYSON!" a voice said, he looked over and back to where the Character had been, there was no one now.
"Tyson?" Max asked running up to him with Kenny.
"Max!" he said gripping the blond's shoulders.
"TELL ME YOU SAW HIM!"
"Saw...who?"
"The Samurai with the golden bandanna!"
"There was no one there dude."

"You should get some help, sorry for saying so."
Tyson looked at his friend, he had to admit Kenny was right.
Everyone else was going to think he was crazy but to him it seemed so real, the danger was tangible.

He stopped talking, he had nothing to say, he couldn't think of anything to say.
Tyson removed his hands from Max's shoulder's releasing his grip
"You want to sleep over...protection, in case something is after you?"
"MAXIE!" Tyson said throwing his arms around Max taking him by surprise.
"Ah!"
"THANK YOU!" he said hugging the blond and pulled away a moment later.

"I'm going to head home...I have some preparations for the tournament...I'm planning to totally redesign your blades for performance and strength, keeping in mind your usual strategies."
"Cool, sounds good," Max said giving him the thumbs up.
Kenny nodded and slipped away.
"Bye," he said.
"See you Monday," Tyson said.

Tyson turned to Max.
"Shall we go?"
Max nodded and led the way to his home.
"How come you were coming my way?"
"I was going to offer you to spend the night, remember?"
"Yeah..."
His mind was still thinking about the run in with the Character from a few minutes ago, he couldn't help wonder if Max had just saved his life.

"Hey," Tyson said to Max's dad as they entered the hobby shop, it hadn't changed much.
"Is it cool for Tyson to stay the night?" Max asked.
"Yeah, if it's okay with his Grandpa."
"I'm gonna go call him," Tyson said heading to the door which led to the upstairs living area part of the shop.

Tyson picked up the phone and dialled his home number.
After a few rings he gave up, hanging up.
"No answer, I'll call later."

Tyson called later in the evening and Grandpa literally said it was cool.
It was near midnight, Max had attempted to distract Tyson with manga, anime and games, for now it seemed to be working.
Tyson was almost like what he always was now he was relaxed.
He got into bed wearing only his pants and boxers and Max had changed into his green PJs.
They were used to sleeping in the same bed together from the time they spent travelling together.

"Night Max."
"Night Ty."
They got comfy in the dark room and dozed off.

Max woke up, something had kicked his leg hard.
"Ow," he rubbed it and heard Tyson mumbling.
He turned over in the bed to see Tyson tossing his head left and right before turning over and over.
Tyson was mumbling something but it was hard for him to work out exactly what he was saying.
Whatever it was, he seemed in distress.
"Get away," he heard Tyson mumble.
"What? Nightmare?" Max thought aloud.
He looked over at the clock which read "3:27".

He looked back at Tyson who was now moving his arms around and almost half looking like he was holding a sword.
Max quickly decided the best thing to do was wake him.
"Tyson! Tyson!" he said and started shaking, poking and slapping his face.
It was difficult but on the fifth slap Tyson woke up, eyes wide, panting.
"You were having a nightmare," he said.
"I was dreaming? Damn...it felt so real."
"You okay? Want some water?"
"I...I'm okay."
They could barely see each other in the darkness.
"You felt kinda warm when I was shaking you, sure you don't want to cool down and wipe the sweat off?"
"I'm fine, I'd like to get back to sleep," he said.
"Okay...night," Max said.
"Night."

Tyson was now at his end, over the next few days the Character appeared to him.
He had taken to practically living at Max's house and no longer went to school.
Max would take him the work home and tutor him through it in the evenings.
Hilary had inquired and Max told her he had the Chicken Pox and he could go near Tyson because he already had it as a kid, which was partly true.
Thankfully she believed him.
Soon even the anime and manga didn't work.
Tyson said that he could see the Character staring up at him from their back windows.

It got so bad that Kenny and Max decided to call for professional help, arranging for the doctor to make a house call which was paid for by the BBA.
It was bad their World Champion was now suffering a complete mental breakdown.
The doctor had concluded that PLACE HOLDER

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Which wasn't good, the doctor prescribed Tyson a course of anti depressants.

Three weeks had passed since he first bought the game.
He had now given up his wired life completely in aid of protecting himself from his unknown assailant but first he had to do something.
Returning to the Dojo, he powered on the console and logged into his account.
"What do you want to look for?"
"I'm checking out that gamer's profile," Tyson said.
Going through the player history, it listed all the players he had played against all the way to the first game.

"Game 1 – Shinobi Revenge, Dragon Warrior versus Fallen Samurai",
Tyson selected the profile of the other player.
A dot appeared in the middle of the screen, rotating around the system's logo.
After a moment a page appeared which they didn't expect.
"The profile page you selected cannot be found as the profile does not exist".
"Maybe it was cancelled?" Max asked.
"No, I don't think it was."
"What does this mean?" Max asked.
"I don't know," he replied.

Over the next couple of days, Tyson returned to his own bedroom with Max nearby with Kenny.
Tyson was becoming more and more agoraphobic as the time passed.
The dreams kept getting worse, he would dream of being chased by the Character all night long, even after waking and falling asleep again.
It was clear the pills Tyson was taking weren't helping.
He claimed the Character watched him sleep through the night and if he were to open the door to his bedroom, he would be standing out there, haunting him.
The doctor had visited again and Tyson had been officially declared "at risk of suicide".
He hadn't even tried but they weren't taking any chances.
The doctor prescribed him sleeping and relaxing medications.

Tyson never returned back to school, he was terrified.
Max wrote a letter to Ray, Hiro and emailed Kai informing them of his situation, hoping to get a response from one of them at least.
Tyson had totally given up with doing anything, even Beyblading, he wasn't in any mood although he relied on Dragoon for protection.

One night he woke and saw the Character in the corner, instantly he released Dragoon.
"DIE!" he shouted.
His Beyblade flew through the Character and hit the wall behind, it remained there for a moment before falling onto the floor.
This woke Max who bolted up, he was sleeping on a mattress.
"Tyson?"
"I GOT HIM!" he said turning on his lamp and Max saw the damage.
"You got the wall," he replied.
"No, I got him...he...I..."

Author Notes

Beywriter- What do you think so far? Keeping pace has been difficult. Not sure how well I succeeded. Any opinions? Next chapter is the finale.

Story-Beywriter
Editor-Lirin Sama