A/N ugghh I really should be working on college stuff, on my original works on anything else but bakugan fanfiction but…. I got roped back into doing more. WHY! Well, it is my fourth year of being on fanfiction now. I joined in October of 2009, back when I was just a kid who had a spark of talent that grew into a freaking inferno over the years.

SOOO!

I am going to pound out Chapter 50 because I love you guys so much. It just kills me that Bakugan is like DEAD now, I mean at least back then the series was still going and looking to be around for a while, but then season 4 happened, and yeah that was it.

I mean should I be glad that the producers can't screw up the series anymore *shudder*… Or depressed that it is over?

Or am I just sad cause it means im old. I mean I was just a kid when I encountered bakugan… And now its over. I mean for me its like pokemon suddenly ending its like OMG my life is now over!

Seriously I write so much for this series for it to be like, dead, it just makes my heart tighten a smidge…

Hey since Bakugan is dead, can I like take it over now? Like go to spinmaster and slap some money on their desk and tell them to gimme writing priveleges to it and like totally revitalize the series?

No?

Fine, I Jetravenex do not own the totally dead bakugan series. T.T

Chapter 50

Masquerade's eyes snapped open; he turned his head to the side his body lying against something flat and hard. He surveyed his surroundings finding himself within a four grey walled concrete room with a wooden door on the wall behind his head.

"I'm in a dungeon?" He wondered aloud sitting up as his mind began to try to recount events. But, surprisingly nothing came to him; his thoughts remained mostly empty, void of anything really except that he was in the dungeon at the lowest level inside his mansion. He frowned normally his mind was swamped with various schemes, plots, or sometimes even sinking back into the past every once in a while. But to his concern every time he tried to push past the simple thought in his mind which was 'you're in a dungeon, get out' it almost felt like he hit a brick wall.

Nonetheless, getting out of the dungeon wasn't a bad idea. He wasn't going to find anything that would encourage any deeper thoughts in the drab room anyways. He got to his feet stumbling a little at the initially vertigo, gritting teeth as he stilled and waited a moment for the moment to pass.

Once he ascertained he wasn't going to fall over he made his way to the door. He grasped the handle and was about to wrench it open when a thought occurred to him.

'What if someone's standing guard?' He thought to himself pausing in his actions. 'If there is I'd best proceed with caution…" Grudgingly he edged open the door a crack and peered out into the gloomy hallway.

The hallway that lay beyond the wood and iron door was a stone hallway from ceiling to floor with a crimson rug on the floor that traveled off into the gloom out of range of the light similar to the basement of his mansion. Was that where the dungeon was in? Was he at the bottom of the mansion? He pushed the door open all the way and stepped out into the dark hallway, the only light coming from a flickering candle in the wall by the dungeon door. It provided him with a small area of light, but not enough for him to get a good idea of where he was exactly.

He heaved a heavy sigh, he reached up and snagged the candle from its housing and held it in front of him. He'd have preferred a flashlight, but as it was all he had to provide light it'd have to do. To his surprise he noted that the candle's flame seemed to diminish after he held it in his hand for a minute.

He scowled, it seemed he wouldn't have light for long; he had to get out of this dark hallway and to somewhere lighter quick before he became trapped in the darkness. A bitter smile made its way to his face as he began to walk down the hallway the sound of his footsteps thankfully muffled by the rug at his feet. He'd have thought the idea of being trapped in darkness ironic… if he could remember why it would be that.

His expression pinched into a scowl. Why was he having trouble processing things? It was as if someone had put a block on his brain. He shook his head light beginning to be visible further down the hall, the candle sputtering in Masquerade's grip. Narrowing his eyes Masquerade quickened his pace the light growing stronger and brighter up ahead.

Masquerade reached the doorway that the light was streaming from just as the candle went out, a thin trail of smoke wafting up from the wick. Masquerade looked at it once before tossing it behind him hearing it thud against the floor before stepping past the threshold into the room.

The room had a marble floor and walls painted a dark blue. A door was on the opposite side of the room from where Masquerade had entered. In the center there was a piano with a small card placed on top of the keys facing towards Masquerade.

Masquerade edged into the room, disliking immediately how his footsteps sounded on the marble. He glanced around noting the two suits of armor that stood in the corners of the room on the side where the entrance he'd come from was.

After glancing around the room and deciding that nothing was going to leap out and attack him, though he glanced at the armor warily before striding over to the piano.

Standing by the bench he picked up the card without pushing down on any of the keys.

Don't touch.

Masquerade raised an eyebrow, recognizing the writing on the card as his own script writing. But, he didn't recall being in this room, let alone writing on the card and leaving it there.

Sighing he cast the card aside and walked away from the piano heading towards the door. Grabbing the handle he turned it only for it to refuse to budge. Scowling he pushed harder on the door but the door still refused to open.

Cursing Masquerade drew back from the door and looked around rubbing his head as a headache began to form. What the hell was going on? Where was he, why was he having so much trouble thinking, and why did he feel so uneasy?

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Vanessa growled as she ripped another book off the shelf and flipped through it roaring in frustration as the pages were blank. She hurled it over her shoulder to join the growing pile behind her.

"Damn you Masquerade!" Vanessa cursed as she glared at the empty bookshelf, before turning to survey the rest of the massive library full of books. "Despite being trapped somewhere in his mindscape he's managed to hide himself away!" She kicked the bookshelf ignoring the pain that spiked up her leg from the action.

She went over to the next bookshelf. "Normally, when I enter someone's mind I push them into some kind of prison of sorts and they look on confused as I tear through their memories, their thoughts and their knowledge." She began the process of yanking books off the shelf once more, flipping through them to confirm them being empty before tossing them into her pile. "But this bastard has managed to not only hide them away, but is-" A book flashed in the center of the bookshelf and she grabbed it off the shelf just as an image popped into her mind.

In her mind she could picture an image of the place that Masquerade had constructed within his mind that Vanessa had twisted to keep him at bay. It looked like the floor plan of a house, a long corridor that led into the dungeon that was far off from the rest of the floor. The room connected to the corridor, and only several rooms away from the library that held Masquerade's secrets, had a blinking dot. Clenching her eyes shut tighter she focused harder and she could visualize Masquerade trying to shove the door that was blocking his path open.

Scowling she opened her eyes, which glowed white as she opened the book and placed her hand over the glowing purple words that served as one of the small connections into a small part of what made up the person who was Masquerade. Focusing on Masquerade and then stretching to grab onto the objects in the room, focusing on the suits of armor she mouthed one word.

"Destroy."

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Masquerade had tried to shove open the door but no matter how hard he pushed the door refused to open. He stepped back to gather himself before going out at when he heard a rattling sound behind him. Masquerade stiffened.

"Don't tell me," He hissed whipping around to see the suits of armor shivering before they each took a shaky step forwards, then another, then the two straightened up and raised their hands. Thankfully they weren't armed. They advanced towards Masquerade who backed up against the door, pressing his back against it.

They walked around the piano that lay in the center of the room and walked over to the masked blonde who scowled as he sized them up.

How to deal with these grunts?

The armor to his right swung its fist at Masquerade and Masquerade ducked down its fist going through the wooden door he had been pressed against.

Glancing up at the hand and the hole in the door, Masquerade grinned broadly dodging around the other armors grab for him. Masquerade ducked underneath the armors limbs and popped up behind the one on the right.

Rushing forwards Masquerade slammed his shoulder into the armor and the armor stumbled forwards into the door losing its balance and knocking the door down as it fell.

The armor fell to pieces as it clattered to the ground, Masquerade grinned broadly just as a metal fist caught him in the side of the face and sent him stumbling into the piano, avoiding hitting the keys by inches his hands made contact with the top of the piano with a loud slap.

Dazed for a moment Masquerade recovered and lifted his head in time to see the armor charging at him. Eyes widening underneath his mask Masquerade threw himself to the side and cracking his head on the tile. Pain shot through his head and the lights seemed to flicker for a moment as Masquerade picked himself up.

A loud bit of sound erupted from the piano causing Masquerade to jerk his head towards the instrument. The armor that had charged at him had flipped over the lid of the piano and slammed feet against the keys.

Masquerade's eyes widened as a sound similar to strings being plucked came from the piano and thick metallic strands emerged from within the piano and wrapped around the armors shins. The armor raised its helmet head and struggled against the piano as the strands yanked the armor into the piano.

Once the armor disappeared inside the piano the pianos lid slammed shut on it repeatedly loud notes erupting from the piano as it crushed the armor.

After a few minutes the notes began to change into a soothing melody as the piano's lid opened and a bit of metallic confetti wafted out from the piano.

Swallowing slightly and grabbing at his head, Masquerade rose to his feet, staggering a bit before he regained his footing.

"So that's why it said don't touch…" Masquerade mumbled rubbing the side of his head before he walked out of the room, and into the hallway.

It was another long hallway with an ornate double door at the end, with portraits of various people lining the wall.

Masquerade frowned as he began to walk down the hallway, when he felt a wave of sickness slam him in the gut, and memories began to resurge through his mind as he glimpsed the image of the green goblin man that was pictured in the nearest picture to the right across from the bony dragon.

Then his eyes widened. He remembered, he remembered the piano trap, this was all- He took off running towards the doorways, ignoring the walls that kept trying to flicker into existence in front of him. He knew what should be contained behind those doors, he couldn't quite recall what was behind them at the moment, but he knew that someone else was in there and that was something he could not allow.

He quickened his pace as the images of the brawlers could be glimpsed on the walls. As he remembered more he knew the intruder was learning as well.

Grasping onto the handles of the doors when he reached the end he wrenched them open and raced into the room.

"MASQUERADE!" A familiar female voice came from the side of the room and he glanced towards the voice. His eyes widened as he saw a brown haired girl lying on the ground tears streaming from her eyes. She was important, but why was she? Then his eyes located the black haired girl with red eyes behind her that had a sneer on her lips as she held up a book and began to tear a page from the book.

Masquerade's jaw dropped and he unconsciously began to race towards the two, the brown haired girl's eyes widened and she opened her mouth in a silent cry as she began to flicker in and out of existence.

"Jet!" He shouted charging forwards fist drawn back to punch the sneering black girls face.

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Vanessa grinned from her spot with the book resting in her lap. She was perched on a chair disguised as one of the brawler girls that Masquerade vaguely knew in passing, Julie something was it? It didn't matter. She giggled ot herself as she watched Masquerade's fist make contact with the fake and watched him disappear from sight as he was transported back to the dungeon and the illusion of his precious Jet disappearing as well.

Vanessa let out a sigh and smiled before settling back into her chair and focusing on the book in her lap. That had been too easy, but also far too close. She wasn't quite sure what had tipped him off, or when for that matter, but as soon as she'd begun reading that he served Naga alongside Hal-G, she'd come across a line of text.

"Hal-G has attempted to dig into my mind multiple times before, so I imagine fail safes into place so that he could never find out anything."

Her eyes had widened as she realized Masquerade was barreling through her shields and rushing towards the library that contained all his memories and his very self. Luckily she'd been able to find out about Jet and Julie before he did arrive and was able to conjure up an illusion of Jet and an image of herself erasing her from his memory. Of course she hadn't out of fear of triggering some sort of trap that Masquerade might've had to defend against something.

But, all that was taken care of now as she looked down at the book in her lap. Then her eyebrows furrowed and she frowned as she stared at the now blank page.

"What-?" She trailed off when words began to scrawl on the page.

"Look behind you."

Vanessa gasped just as hands wrapped around her throat, and the world around her shattered. She barely had time to register their return to the real world when Masquerade threw her over his head and sending her tumbling to the ground. Vanessa came to a stop face planting the floor. She turned her head to see Masquerade towering over her his mask glinting harshly in the light.

"Nice try," He growled out kicking her in the stomach sending her sliding on the floor. Vanessa curled up coughing on the floor her head pounding as she struggled to come to grips with being so forcibly kicked out. "But you were stupid, first of all if you had really been erasing Jet I wouldn't have been able to remember her name as she was disappearing, second of all, you're not the only one capable of creating illusions."

He reached down and grabbed her by the front of her shirt and yanked her up so that he could look her in the eyes. He smirked. "And of course once you let your guard down it was easy to grab you from behind and shatter the connection, achieving physical contact is all it takes to break the connection." He chuckled as he punched her across the face. "Normally I don't hit girls, but you messed with my head, and that's not something that I forgive, at all." He snarled getting in her face, Vanessa recovering as she laughed.

"You're really something aren't you Masquerade?" Vanessa said smiling, as she raised her hand and with a flex of her fingers and a 'snick' sound, slashed at the boy's hand holding her with her now clawed hands. Masquerade cried out as the sharp metal claws dug into his skin and he dropped her grasping his bleeding left arm, blood running through his fingers.

"What the hell are you?" He hissed pulling off his glove to examine the bleeding wound. The cut wasn't too deep but it was deep enough to cause a great deal of bleeding. Scowling he ripped a part of his coat and hastily fashioned a bandage around the wound on his arm whilst he drew back from the girl putting pressure on the wound.

Vanessa sneered as she raised her bloody claws to the light and chuckled. "I'm Vanessa Dark, and I'm here to bring you down."

Masquerade scoffed. "Good luck with that, I won't go down easy." He said taking another step back his eyes narrowing when his back made contact with something behind him. Jumping forwards he avoided a set of big arms that tried to grasp him. Twisting around he gritted his teeth sizing up the newcomers.

Victor and Trent stepped out of the shadows and into view. Victor sneering at Masquerade as he kicked a desk aside and cracked his knuckles and Trent cracked his neck.

"We were hoping you'd say that." Vanessa said red eyes gleaming as she and her minions closed in on Masquerade. The masked blond gritted his teeth as he turned so that he could keep the three in sight all the time, Hydranoid popping open on his shoulder.

"What shall we do master?"

Masquerade scowled drawing his DT. "We get a change of scenery for starters." He said his DT glowing and then sputtering out, the masked blond turning and gaping at the card for a moment. "The hell-"

He didn't have a chance to finish that sentence as his shoulder was encased by a large meaty hand.

"You want a change of scenery." Trent said chuckling as he grabbed Masquerade by the arm and threw him through the broken scenery. "Pick a spot for us."

Masquerade grunted as his back knocked a few more shards of the window free and he was sent plummeting down from two stories.

'Shitshitshitshit, what the hell is going on?! Who the hell are these guys!' He glanced behind him as the ground began to draw closer and closer. Gripping his DT tightly, he shut his eyes and forced every scrap of will to warp anywhere away from here. But no matter how hard he prayed or begged the DT didn't so much as glow.

Then suddenly something collided with him from the side and he felt arms struggle to get a grip on him before he hit the ground. He turned slightly gripping the other person as they hit the ground, and despite the other person lessening Masquerade's impact with the ground his head cracked against the ground for the second time that day and he was left feeling dizzy and dazed. For a moment he lay there trying to even his breathing, knowing he was still partially lying on someone else, the other person had an arm over his chest, but he chose to ignore that in light of the fact that someone had come and saved his ass.

"Who?" Masquerade gasped out and all he got was a groan of pain in return. Masquerade edged off of them, and he turned to look at them. The first thing to register was magenta hair and then his vision began to clear enabling him to recognize the pale skin and then the blue eyes. "Jenny?!"

Jenny had her eyes shut tightly and her face was contorted in pain. At the sound of her name she winced and forced open one of her eyes and smiled weakly at Masquerade. "Hey, you remembered my name." She sucked in a breath as she began to shift into a sitting position. "Great." She winced.

"Why'd you save me?" Masquerade asked sitting up as well, clutching at his head as his head spun for a moment.

Jenny smile broadened. "Well, Jet asked me and she and Viki are good friends to me, so I had to help."

Masquerade frowned as he glanced up to the window, he scowled when he spotted Vanessa and her two goons peering down at them. "Not that I'm not grateful to you for helping me, you need to get out of here, these guys will rip you to shreds." He told her.

Jenny frowned. "Why don't you like, warp out and get your other top ten brawlers to help you out?"

Masquerade sighed. "I can't my DT's shorted out or something, and if you and me leave with yours, I risk having them attack Julie and your friend Jewels." He said noticing as Jenny stiffened. "They might even go after Jet, it depends on how much Vanessa stole from my memory."

"Then we stand and fight together, we'll have even better chances in a brawl." Jenny said pulling out her field card as Vanessa and her goons dropped down from the window and landed lightly on the ground with practiced ease. When Masquerade opened his mouth she looked at him. "Look like it or not, I'm all you've got, and you hit your head pretty bad in that fall even with me to cushion you, I may not like you as a person Masquerade but Jet was desperate when she asked me to help you, so I will."

Masquerade didn't say anything his lips in a tight line as he looked at her and then back at their opponents. "All this for Jet? I don't deserve your help or her care." He muttered to himself before heaving a sigh and then drew his own field card tensing up as he faced Vanessa.

"Ready for the end Masquerade? Even if you had all 5 bakugan battle brawlers backing you, you won't win. Prepare to be annihilated!"

Masquerade scowled. "We'll see about that!" Jenny tensed up beside him as they flipped over their field cards. "Field Open!"

Vanessa chuckled as she and her goons raised their cards as well and the attribute circle formed at their feet and the world whited out around them.

Preview for Chapter 51

Hey bakugan fans, Jenny here! So, like after hearing all this shouting from the library, I was able to step in and help save Masquerade. But now with Masquerade as my partner we've got to beat the creep that tried to kill me along with his buddies who want Masquerade for some reason! I might have saved Masquerade but who will save us now?! Bakugan Brawl! I really need your support fans!

A/N and we finally get to another brawl, that won't be that crappy one we had between shun and viki a few chapters back.

Anyways, so yeah, no promises as for when 51 will be coming out, but i'll do my damnest to get it up soon. I'm excited, cuz once we get past Vanessa's brawl things will get interesting. Like uber interesting, and more madness connected to Masky-kun.

But no spoilers for what im talking about. you'll just have to wait and see.

Anyways you know the drill, the only way i keep going is if you guys review and do good reviews. Telling me to update, its just annoying, really come on actually review, like tell me what you liked about what happened in the chapter.

Or what you hated

Or what you want to happen next

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