Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Blood and Soul ❯ The Arrival ( Chapter 3 )

R.A. Here's the third chapter! I also have this story on fanfiction.net under Morte giver, and on e-fiction under the same name

 

`Thinking'

“Talking”

POV Change

~Flashbacks~

-Bitbeast talking-

~Setting change

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or Faith or Tara, Just bree and the plot

 

 

Chapter 2: The Arrival

 

 

“Ugh my head!” Bree sat up and cradled her head in her hands. Slowly. She looked up and took in her surroundings. She was lying in a clearing in some woods. “How did I get here?” Slowly, she stood up and noticed the change in the cloths she was wearing.

 

 

She was now wearing a sleeveless black fishnet shirt with dark purple tank top over it with `To be honest with you, I'm a liar' in blood red, Black baggy pant with blood red and purple strips hanging from them and chains. She also had combat boots on. She also felt around her neck and felt the leather choker with some type of pendant attached with a couple more chains around her neck. She pulled her hand away and noticed the fingerless gloves and rings along with the arm circlets around her upper arms.

 

 

She went over to a small spring to see if anything else was different. She knelt besides the water and looked at her reflection. She noticed the piercings and change in makeup right away. Slowly, she stood up and walked to the middle of the clearing and slowly turned in a circle looking for the path that lead away from the clearing. She found one to her right and slowly walked over to it.

 

 

Her foot bumped into something as she was leaving the clearing and she stopped to see what it was. She found a black and white gun with a black and white top thingy attached to it. She looked in the middle of the blade and saw two angels flying side by side. The one on the left was in all white. Her top had only one strap going over her right shoulder and it stopped an inch below her breast. She wore a skirt that went to her knees and white boots. On her arms were fingerless gloves and she also wore a white leather choker. Her hair was blond and she had blue eyes and carried a pure white staff. On her back was a pair of pure white angel wings with the tips dipped in a light blue.

 

 

On the right was an angel in all black. Her top also had only one strap, but this one was going over her left shoulder and it also stopped an inch below her breast. She wore a skirt that went to her knees and black boots. On her arms black fingerless gloves and she also wore a Black leather choker. Her hair was black and she had red eyes and carried a pure black staff. On her back was a pair of pure black angel wings with the tips dipped in red. One thought came to her mind when she saw them. `There exact opposites.'

 

 

She shook her head and put the strange items in one of her pant pockets and started walking again. But a nagging in the back of her mind wouldn't leave her alone. She sighed in exasperation and turned back. “Now what?!” She followed the feeling to a part of the trees surrounding her and knelt by them. She brushed away some undergrowth and what she found caused her to gasp. Laying there on the ground as if waiting for her was a beautiful red hilted dagger. She picked it up and examined it. Set into the hilt was a tigers eye with black onyx surrounding it, and engraved in the blade itself was her name in Russian. How she knew it was her name and that it was in Russian was beyond her, but she just knew.

 

“I hope that's all.” Her voice was aggravated. She finally got away from the clearing and found her way out of the “woods”. She suddenly found her self in a park. She noticed how quiet it was. `That's weird.' She hear cheering suddenly and walked over to the sound. She noticed a big crowd of kids standing in a circle around something. She made her way over there and pushed her way to the middle.

 

 

Two boys were standing opposite each other with some type of dish between them and two of those weird top things like the one she found in the clearing were spinning in it. The crowd was cheering them on. But the favorite seemed to be the navy haired one with his hair up and a cap on his head.

 

 

“Okay Dragoon! Finish this!” The navy haired boy's blade suddenly lunged forward and rammed into the other blade, sending it flying out of the stadium. “NO!” The other boy dropped to his knees with tears in his eyes as he slowly picked up his fallen blade.

 

“Oh get over it! You're a weak and pathetic blader anyway!” The navy haired teen stared down at the boy. That's when Bree decided to step in. “Hey! You don't have to be so mean to him just because he lost!” She stepped forward and glared heatedly at the teen.

 

 

The crowd got quiet and the boy who lost quickly grabbed his blade and ran. The navy haired teen stared at her in shock before quickly regaining his composure and glaring back at her. “And who would you be?” he looked at her waiting for an answer.

 

“My names Bree. And you?” He gaped at her in shock and a collective gasp went through the crowd. “I'm Tyson! The world Beyblading champion!” He looked so arrogant after he said that. “And that's supposed to mean what to me?” She just stared blankly at him while he did a wonderful impression of a fish out of water.

 

“You don't know who I am?” He seemed shocked for some reason. Bree shook her head. “Noooo, should I?” She looked confused while Tyson seemed to get more shocked. “You're kidding, right?” This is some kind of joke! Right?” He seemed like he was trying to convince himself.

 

 

“No, this isn't a joke.” He just continued to stare incredulously sat her. Suddenly, he just broke out into a smile and started laughing. Bree looked confused. “What, may I ask, is so funny?” Tyson stopped laughing and looked at her, the grin still on his face. “I get what you doing!” He looked triumphant. “You're just trying to get me mad so I'll snap and challenge you to a battle because you're too scared to ask me!”

 

 

The people in the crowd suddenly started whispering things like:

`Yeah! That must be it!'

`Why didn't we see that? That was her plan all along!'

And `Tyson's so cool!' Bree almost laughed at that one. She didn't know how Tyson had come up with something so stupid, but played along. Not like she had anything better to do.

 

 

“That's right! I want to battle you!” Tyson just shrugged and got ready. “Suit yourself. Just don't go crying to mommy when I beat you!” Bree snorted. “No chance of that happening.”

 

 

She watched what Tyson did and took out the gun she found, the blade was still attached. She copied his stance and got ready. A boy from the crowd came forward and stood by the dish like a referee. “Ready! 3…2…1…Let It Rip!”

 

 

“Tyson launched Dragoon into the dish and Bree did the same with her Beyblade. On the outside she looked calm and confident, while on the inside she was freaking out.

 

`What am I going to do?! I don't know what the hell I'm doing!'

-Calm down mistress and maybe I can be of some assistance-

`Who are you?'

-I am Aurora, the white angel you saw on the bitchip in the middle of your Beyblade-

`Aurora huh? Who's the other one?'

-My name is Shadow-

`So Shadow and Aurora?'

-Yes- they both spoke

`Okay then, you said you could help. So, what am I doing?'

-First you must choose one of us to blade with- Aurora voice echoed through her head.

`Why?'

-Because unless you are to call us out in our ultimate form, which I should mention I highly doubt you would be able to do this early, you can only blade with one of us at a time-

`Oh. Um, okay…..I choose….Shadow'

-As you wish mistress- She felt Aurora presence retreat from her mind, leaving Shadow.

`Right, so, what do I do?'

-Try to control your beylbade. Concentrate and try to tell it what to do mentally by reaching out to it. We can work from there-

`Okay.'

 

 

She quickly reached out for her blade, trying to create a link when she saw dragoon lunge for her blade. It swerved out of the way and came up behind dragoon, ramming into it, almost sending Tyson's blade out of the stadium.

 

 

“Dragoon!” Tyson glared at her. “Lucky hit.” Bree rolled her eyes. `Can I finish this quickly? He's staring to get on my nerves.' She heard Shadow laugh. -Sure. Now concentrate and send you energy towards me-

 

Bree did as she was told. -Okay, now just call me out- `Gotcha.'

 

 

“Shadow!”

 

Her bitchip suddenly glowed an eerie black color before a black shaft of light shot from her blade with red sparks of electricity shooting from it. When it disappeared, Shadow was flying above her blade. Everyone gasped in awe or shock at the sight of her.

 

 

“You have a bitbeast?!” Bree looked towards Tyson. “Yes.” Tyson steamed. “Dragoon! Come out and finish this!” Dragoon came out from his bitchip and growled at Shadow.
”Dragoon! Hyper victory Tornado!”

 

 

Dragoon spun towards Shadow. `Shadow! Now what do I do?!' -Use one of my attacks- `But I don't KNOW any of your attacks!' Shadow didn't respond. Meanwhile, Dragoon was almost upon her blade. Suddenly, some words popped into her head. `Worth a shot' she sighed. She mentally prayed that this would work, and then shouted the words.

 

“Shadow! Hellion Fire!”

-About time!-

 

 

Shadow raised her staff and an orb appeared at he top glowing before she pointed it at Dragoon. Black fire sprung from the orb and hit Dragoon. Dragoon screeched in pain and visibly weakened, Tyson's blade wobbling dangerously. Tyson watched, along with everyone else, with wide eyes.

 

 

-Mistress! Now!-

Bree understood and shouted at Shadow.

“Shadow! Finish This!”

 

 

Bree's blade lunged forward and rammed into Tyson's blade, sending it flying out of the dish. Bree's blade spun for a moment more before landing in Bree's outstretched hand. Bree turned to walk away, and the crowd dispersed, whispering in disappointment about Tyson's loss. “Hey! Wait!”

 

 

Bree turned back to see that four of the boys from the crown that had been standing behind Tyson were now standing next to the now up boy, staring at her. The one who spoke had raven black hair and amber eyes. “Yes?”

 

 

“Were are you staying at?” Bree rose an eyebrow. “Why?” “Incase we want to find you again.” Bree looked thoughtful. “I'm not staying anywhere. I was just about to go find a hotel to stay at.” “Why don't you stay with us?”

 

 

Tyson instantly started protesting. “No way is she staying with us!” “But Tyson! She has no where to go!” Tyson rounded on the person who spoke. “I don't care Max! She's not staying with us and that is final!”

 

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Tyson glared at the back of Bree, who was walking ahead of him while talking to Ray. Kai was further ahead, and Max and Kenny were walking with him in the back.

 

“What's wrong Tyson?”

“What's wrong?! What's wrong is that girl is staying with us!”

 

Max sighed.

“Just get over it Tyson.”

Tyson just grumbled and walked faster.

 

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~At Tyson's Dojo

 

 

“And this, is your room.”

 

Ray led her into a room on the second floor near Kais room and across from his. The room had a queen sized bed with red silk sheets against the wall opposite the door with a small night table next to it with a lamp and an alarm clock and a trunk at the foot of the bed and a dresser on the other side. On the wall to her right was a window with red curtains matching the bed and a desk under it with a simple chair. On the left wall was an old movie poster next to the door of the bathroom. The closet was next to that.

 

 

She turned to Ray. “Thank you for letting me stay here.” Ray smiled at her. “No problem. Dinner should be in a few minutes. You can use that time to wash up.” “Okay.”

 

 

With that, Ray left, Closing the door behind him.

 

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Bree walked outside in the cold night air. She had forgotten to take her jacket, but she was hot and the cold night air felt good against her hot skin. She just walked aimlessly before finding her self back at the park she battled Tyson at.

 

 

She found a bench and sat down while staring up at the stars. She felt like someone was watching her but brushed it off as paranoia. But the feeling wouldn't go away. She heard the crunching of leaves and turned to look towards the tree line behind her.

“Who's there?!”

 

Slowly, she saw someone step from the shadows…

 

 

R.A. Hah! A cliffy! Who was it in watching her? I know, but you have to read the next chapter to find out!

 

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-Ratri