Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness ❯ Now it Starts ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter one, this is a new fic of mine. I've given this story a lot of thought, and this one will hopefully be better than my other fic `Amulet of Life' though maybe not quite as detailed. I hope you all like this one, as it will probably take me a lot of time. I am going to say the disclaimer at the beginning and the end of the fic, so here goes.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own beyblade, though I wish I did. (What beyblade fangirl doesn't?)

Uh here's the first chapter: Now it starts

She hit the wall with a dull thud, her skull cracking loudly. Sharp, cold, cruel laughter rung in her ears, her chin was suddenly grasped by a cold hand and was pulled up. She fought the rough force pulling her face in a certain way. She gave in, and looked up just as a whip found its way to her right cheek. New blood ran down over her face, and over old dried blood. Sweat was starting to form on her dark eyebrows. The salty liquid trickled down over her pale toned skin, and it appeared she was crying. She started to then and there. She didn't want this to continue, but she was too scared to say anything, thinking she might be tortured even more. "You killed them," The man said. What was he talking about? The girl wondered, and soon he answered her unasked question. "Rage and Blade, they needed to be disposed of, but I never though you would do it." "I didn't mean to, it was an accident," the girl sobbed. "You know, as well as I do that you did mean to do it." He was wrong. " No, you're wrong," she said back. She tried to stand but it was no use. "I'm sick of you now. Goodbye." One more blow to her face, and she fell, blacking out.

Jerking up out of bed, Madison noticed she was sweating. She couldn't take this anymore. The nightmare she had just minutes before was keeping her awake and she wanted to sleep. Gently she laid back down and took a few deep breaths, and closed her eyes again. It didn't work. She got up out of the huge feathery bed covered with silk sheets, and slid into a pair of her cargo pants, hanging over a very heavily furnished chair. Turning her head slowly around the room she spotted her halter-top, trainers, and an additional sweater. Pulling them on, she opened the door, and stepped into the hallway. Walking a few steps down the hallway to the end of it, she pressed her ear to a door on the left. Light snoring sounded from the inside, notifying Madison that the occupant of the room was indeed asleep, she stepped away. Turning on her heel she spun around to the right, walked down the stairs there, and continued down stairs until she came to a dead end. She pressed a place on the wall, and the wall slid open. She moved into the room, and turned on the switch. Trophies adorned the walls and old beyblades littered the desk. Walking casually to the opposite side of the computer, Madison felt around in her pockets, looking for a card. She found it, and swiped it into the card slot in the wall. "Identification Please" the computer replied in a monotone flat voice. "Madison August Lee" she replied. "Identification number?" the computer asked her. "70894305"

"Access permitted" it spoke again. "Welcome Madison." "Thank you," Madison replied. "What are your orders?" the fancy thing asked. "I wish for Dragora." "Okay". As soon as was replied to, a drawer slid open, revealing a black and green blade. "Goodnight computer." Madison replied while snatching her blade.

A blade spun around the trunks of the trees, finally deciding it was time to release her bitbeast. "Dragora!" She yelled. Her red dragon bit, an exact replica of Tyson's Dragoon, except the color was different, and Tyson's beast was one of storm, while Madison's was of all elements.

Boris grinned manically. He had sent a premonition Madison's way again, with his new machine. Just to see if it still worked. It did. Now, he couldn't resist doing this to her it was so fun. "Boris!" A loud voice echoed throughout the stone structure of the abbey so everyone heard. Oh damn, not now, what did he do now anyway? The grown man ran through the abbey, up the stairs, and to the man's office, that had called him. "Voltaire" Boris said to as if to say he was here. "Come in" Boris did as instructed. "As you know, we are going to take over the world." Boris rolled his eyes under the mask he wore. Again? "We have come to the point that we need Madison." A female? The abbey didn't accept girls. Was Voltaire going crazy? "You've been manipulating her dreams, have you not?" Boris nodded. "Good, the point of this is, you will make Madison think she is truly despicable, enough so to convince her to join the Demolition boys in their quest to help us rule the world." "The boys won't like being pawns." Boris said. Voltaire stood and slammed his fist down on his desk, "Do I really care what they think?" he bellowed. "No you don't" Boris said. Voltaire eventually calmed down and stated," They will get their own part of the world for their help, and they will help, is that final?" "Yes Voltaire" Boris all but shouted. "Good. You're dismissed." Boris stood, strode across the room and left the room. Boris was smirking on the inside. This was going to be fun. Very fun. He cackled cynically and walked back into the lab he was in before the meeting with Voltaire.

That wasn't as long as most of my chapters are, but oh well. This was all I had time for tonight. I will post more as soon as I get it done. Please R+R this fic. I think this one will go far, and I hope you do too.

Ciao!

-Consumed