Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Guilt ❯ Her History ( Chapter 1 )

There have been many tales about a normal person finding out that he was supposed to save the world from certain doom. Many times that person was a weakling, male, happy, good childhood. In other words: the average John Doe. Now what would happen if you replace that John Doe with a not so average person, with a not as happy childhood? I cannot guarantee you will find out here, but I can promise one thing: it will not be a john doe.

 

A cold December night is where this story begins. 12 December 1986, to be exact. The place, if you insist on knowing, is Roeselare, a small city in a land called Belgium. We are here to witness the birth of a new child. A normal event you would say. But I beg to differ; this child would become far from normal. Although the parents, Lillian and Paul Caels, have no idea what will come of it. At least not yet, and as a writer, I would think that they would've rather not known at all.

 

“C'mon Lillian, push girl, you're nearly there.” The nurse was trying to comfort the woman lying on the delivery table. There were no complications concerning the way the child was lying in the womb and still, in the many hours they had spent there, the baby had not come to life. The woman had been pushing with all her might. Yet there had been no change, it almost seemed the baby had no wish to come out. Lillian looked at her husband.

 

“Paul, I'm spent; I just don't have the strength anymore, how come it won't come out?”

“I don't know honey, I just don't know.”

As he stroked through his wife's hair yet another nurse came in. she seemed different than all the others. Light seemed to surround this woman, and suddenly the tension in the room lifted. She nodded at the doctor leading the whole action, and said doctor cleared way for her.

“How long has she been here?”

“For over 3 hours ma'am, we've tried everything. None of us think there is any hope left.”

“Nonsense, there is always hope, but you should've called for me as soon as there was sign of trouble.”

 

And the woman started to chant as she took various instruments from the table. It sounded like she was praying. But whatever it was she was doing, it seemed to be working. For not a half an hour after she had come into the room, the cry of a newborn was heard in the room.

“Congratulations mister and misses Caels, you have a beautiful little girl. She may be a little blue in the face, but I can assure you, that such a thing is not abnormal after such a long delivery.”

As the child was laid to rest in her mother's arms, the father looked at the woman with tears in his eyes.

“Thank you, I don't know what would've happened if you had not been here. We owe you the life of our daughter.”

“No, we all owe you for giving life to this miracle. But we will discuss this later.”

Paul and Lillian were left stupefied. What did she mean by they all owed them. She was just a baby girl just like any other right? Lillian looked at her new daughter lovingly and noticed that the girl was not crying anymore. In fact she was squealing happily. Her mother noticed that the eyes of the girl were not in one colour.

 

“Paul, look, just like a rainbow. Isn't she beautiful?”

He looked at the baby with awe. He had dreamed of this day, but now that it was here, he still couldn't believe that it was real. When the doctor had told them, years ago, that the chance of children would be slim, both of them had been devastated. And now here they were, holding their newborn baby in their arms.

“Have you thought of a name yet?”

“I don't know Paul; we've been through that book of names several times. But now, none of them seem fitting for this little bundle of joy.”

“How does Faith sound? ... oh, never mind, I just realised myself how silly that sounds.”

“No, it sounds wonderful. And it seems like she likes it. Isn't that right little Faith?”

The girl just let out another squeal of happiness before soundly falling asleep. And even though neither of them noticed, outside stars were shining in the moonlight as it started to snow. The first snow of the season, messenger of a new winter.

 

Although it would be lovely to go through every little detail of how this girl learns to take her first steps, to say her first word, there is simply not enough time to tell it all so we must fast forward a little.

 

The year is 1988, we are again in a hospital, but this time it's the hospital of Bruges, hometown of Faith and her parents. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with any of them. They are just there for a second expansion of the family. This time it had gone a lot smoother and Lillian and Paul were delighted with the new addition.

It had been a boy, Chester would be his name. Very much unlike his sister he inherited his fathers brown orbs and his mothers blond hair, while Faith was sporting a hair colour that could be called midnight blue with golden strands. Faith entered the room looking at the writhing bundle in her mother's arms. “Faith honey, don't you want to come say hello to your new little brother?” Faiths eyes showed a slight tinge of red. She had been looking forward to her little brother for 7 months, but now that he was born the realisation had grown that she was going to have to share everything she owned with this thing they called her brother.

“Ah c'mon Faith, don't be shy, come here.”

And her father gave her a soft nudge at her side, ushering her closer to the baby. When she still wasn't moving any further her father picked her up and placed her on the bed, and she was now face to face with the object of her dislike. But as her mother showed her the small bundle of joy, her mood changed to the fullest. The small boy opened his eyes and let out a small squeal of satisfaction. Her eyes cleared up to a sky blue. She poked out a small hand at the little boy, which grabbed a finger with an even smaller hand. Her heart melted and all feelings of hatred were forgotten.

“Mommy, can I hold him? Please, I promise I won't drop him. Pretty please?”

She was looking at her parents so pleadingly they couldn't do anything but give in. her mother handed her Chester. All the advice her mother tried to give her was unnecessary. Because even though the little girl was only two years old herself, she handled the baby like he was made out of glass.

She had always been fond of her little brother. Every year that came and went, she grew closer to her brother and as soon as her brother was old enough to understand what family meant, he loved his sister as much as she loved him

 

As you can read, this is still the story of your average Jane Doe. And though I sincerely wish I could say that it would stay this way, I would be lying. Let us fast forward to 1992.

 

Faith woke up. She had heard raised voices downstairs. She went outside of her room and the voices became clearer to understand.

“But Paul, do you even understand what will happen? Do you want us to give up everything we have? To give up our future?”

“I know this is not what we wanted for our children Lillian, but you must understand this is an opportunity we cannot miss out on. And even if we don't take up the offer, we cannot change what will happen. Not even if we don't like the way it will go. I wish I could've seen them grow up though.”

“How can this be the best for her Paul? Just tell me how?”

Paul was about to answer when he saw Faith coming downstairs.

“Mommy, daddy, why are you fighting?”

Paul and Lillian looked at each other quickly, neither of them had expected the girl to wake up and hear the discussion. They had been told to keep it a secret forever. If there was a chance Faith would find out, the girl wouldn't be able to cope with such a destiny. They had hardly been able to do so.

“Don't worry honey, we're not fighting, your mommy and me were just having a discussion, go back to bed. Nothing to worry bout.”

She looked up to her dad shocked and scared.

“But daddy, there's a monster under my bed, I can't sleep, and he'll come and get me if I close my eyes.”

A smile lit up on the mans face, he never could stop wondering exactly how much imagination this girl held and how innocent she was. He could hardly believe what sort of destiny awaited this girl, and he started to regret ever accepting it. His eyes glazed over as he was still looking at the girl.

“Well, let's go chase it, k honey?”

 

The next day Faith and Chester found out that Paul had gotten a promotion and that they were all going to move to Russia. They had to say goodbye to all their friends, and the day they left was not a happy one. The whole family was loved by many. Faith was looking sadly out of the window when she saw her dad having a talk with the neighbour Joanne. He handed her a small box and his face was serious. But she didn't have much time to think about it because not long after her father stepped into the car and they were of to the airport. Hours later they arrived at their new home, and there was someone waiting for them.

“Ah, Paul, I was hoping your plane wasn't delayed. And this must be your lovely family.”

The man smiled at them, but it seemed forced and Faith did not like this man. He looked scary and mean.

 

“Yes, this is my wife Lillian, and my two children, Chester and Faith. Lillian, this is my new boss, Mr. Boris.”

“No need to be so polite Paul, you can just call me Boris when not at work. I understand everything has been explained to you about your new job?”

Chester was tugging on Faith's sleeve as the two men started talking. In a small voice he said to her. “Faith, that mister scares me.”

Before Faith could respond her mother had given her the key to the house.

“Could you be so kind to open the door for me? So the movers can start unloading our stuff.”

 

Even though the whole family secretly wished back for their life in Belgium, they had a good time in Russia, at least the time that they were able to spend together. Life can be cruel at some times. And this life was no exception. Exactly one year after they had moved to Russia, the Caels family got involved in a car crash. The result was terrible, both parents had died and the children were fighting for their lives in the hospital.

 

“Mommy” a small voice wailed out. Faith woke up, looked around and noticed that she was in a hospital. While she tried to get up a nurse stopped her.

“Shh, don't try to get up, you got a few wounds, give them time to heal.”

“Why am I here? Where are mommy and daddy? And Chester?”

The girl looked around the room again, hopefully looking for a sign that her mom and dad had been there.

“Your little brother is in the room next door, but… I'm afraid your mommy and daddy are gone, dear.”

 

Tears welled up in black orbs.

“No, mommy and daddy are not dead. No, they'll be here soon. You're not funny, mommy and daddy are alive.”

The nurse hugged the shaking form. Faith's tears suddenly halted. Her mom and dad were dead, but her brother was still alive. She had to be strong now, for her brother's sake. She had to be strong for the both of them. It seemed so unreal to her, one minute they were driving to the mall, happy and laughing and the next they were gone.

“Can I go see my little brother?”

“But honey, don't you think you should rest first? You had a severe accident.”

“I don't care, I want to see my brother and I want to see him NOW!!!”

“But dear, you should get some rest, and some food. You must be hungry; we can go see your little brother later.”

And the nurse tried to get Faith to eat a little bit of the food she had brought with her. But she made the mistake of thinking Faith was a good little girl. Once she got something in her mind, it was very hard to get it out. She smacked the spoon from the poor woman's hands.

“NONONONO, I want to see my brother, I won't eat until I've seen my brother.”

At this point she was close to screaming and darkened orbs were filling themselves with tears.

After a good two hours of shouting and refusal of food the nurse gave in and showed Faith where to find her brother. Even though the girl was still weak from the accident, she had refused all aid from a wheelchair or the support of a nurse. When she arrived at the room she dashed into it and nearly collapsed onto the bed.

 

“He's so pale… why is he pale?”

“His blood is passing through his body at a very slow rate my dear. All these machines are what keeping him alive really. You both were severely injured in the accident. It was a miracle that you survived at all.”

Faith looked up at the nurse hopefully. She barely registered the fact that her nametag said Legna, but she could not care less at the moment.

“But he will wake up, won't he?”

At this point Legna truly wished that she was able to agree with the little girl. She was just the pure image of childlike innocence, and yet the girl was about to lose her whole family. She stroked the girl's hair softly and spoke to her with a weary look on her face.

“I'm afraid I don't know honey. The chances are small, but then again, so were yours. And yet you're still alive. Have courage small one. But we should be going back to your room now, you need your rest.”

Faith just kept sitting there, looking at her little brother. Then she just took his hand in hers and whispered only one thing to Chester, even though she was positive that he could not hear her.

“I'll never leave you”

No matter how hard Legna tried to usher the girl back to the room, she wouldn't budge. She kept at a constant watch over her brother, only sleeping when her eyes fell shut.

 

Several days later her brother finally opened his eyes to see a very exhausted looking Faith lying at the end of his bed. Crawling to the end of it, he covered his big sister in sheets and fell back asleep after he had nestled himself in betweens her arms.

Many of the nurses pitied them. After they were discharged from the hospital they were sent to the orphanage. They didn't stay there long before a man came to adopt Faith. When she asked about her brother and heard that he was not included in the adoption Faith got mad. I don't know if you have ever seen a 7 year old screaming bloody murder, but I can tell you they can make quite a scene. Stubborn as she was, she refused to eat or drink until her brother was included with her. And it worked. 2 weeks after Faith's little hunger strike they were awaiting their new guardian. They were thinking of all sorts of people that would come for them: couples that couldn't have children, people that wanted an extra member of the family, same sex couples. But what they got was none of the above.

 

It was a man they remembered as Mister Boris. As he picked them up he didn't say a word to them. It remained quiet until they arrived at a huge building.

“Children, from now on this will be your new home. Think of it as some kind of boarding school. You shall learn to obey the rules and do as you are told, if not then you will be punished, understood?”

Neither of them answered, and Boris hit Faith. She never flinched, but looked up at Boris questioningly.

“I said, understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, now follow me. Any funny business and I will repeat my action.”

He led them inside the tall building, through many halls to end up in front of a large door. Boris went in pushing the two children with him.

“Master Voltaire, these are the children I was talking about.”

 

They were introduced to a man called Voltaire, leader of Biovolt. Those two names were of the kind they would never forget.

Here is where they started their new lives. Faith was forced into learning how to blade if she wished to keep her brother safe, and emotions were pushed into the very back of their minds. They lived this way for many years. It did not take long for Faith to excel in Beyblading and she was put into Biovolt's team called the Demolition Boys. She was also given a bitbeast called Myriad. It was a bit that looked like an owl, but was covered in armour from head to toe. All you could see were the yellow eyes and wings.

It was a strong bit beast, with an incredible speed, but it lacked the defence. So it was only evident that her duels had to end quick and powerful. It was absolutely no problem for the girl and soon the demolition boys were champions.

 

She had been 10 when she won her first world championship, and she was 11.5 when she ran away from biovolt. Every fibre in her body hated Boris for what he had done to them all. She swore that she would never go back in there again that day. Even though she had good friends in there, she would not come back. She knew that she was as good as dead to them. Nobody ran away from the convent, they just conveniently disappeared.

Now you did see me say that she hated Boris, but at the state she was in I don't think you could even call it hate. For after the `accident' with Boris, she just became numb to the world. The feelings that had been left inside of her had been pushed away behind a thick pile of ice. She vowed to never feel anything again. She now was a machine, no longer that innocent girl she had been when she had vowed to protect her brother. And if things went her way, no one would ever see that innocence ever again.

 

If you saw her standing there, hitch-hiking on the road, you just had to stop. Her gaze was enough to make you stop. It was so forceful, and yet she looked so young. She had taken only a few things with her from the convent. One of them was a scruffy old backpack filled with photos and blade-parts, the only thing she would never get rid of. She also had Chester's hat, her father's watch and a pair of her mother's earrings with her. They were all gone, and this was the only thing Faith had to prove that they had existed. Pictures were not sufficient.

 

After a long period of hitch-hiking, Faith ended up in Asia. She didn't really care where she turned out, but this could be used to her advantage. She had fought a team called the White Tigers in the championships, and their techniques had caught her interest.

Her welcoming however had not been as warm as she had hoped. She had, after all, been a part of the Demolition Boys. It had taken her a few weeks to make them trust her, not to mention she had to battle the whole team on her own to prove that she was even worthy of staying there. Even with the genetically manipulated bitbeast, this proved to be a hard thing do to. The clan of the White tigers had rarely seen such an amount of power. Their team had hardly ever been beaten, let alone by one person. This made sure that she got a place to stay for as long as she wished.

 

For three and a half years she stayed with the white tigers, learning a lot of techniques and gaining friendship with the White Tigers. She could've stayed there for the rest of her life if she had wished, but there was something nagging in the back of her mind. That something was yearning towards her land of birth. She had very little memory of it, but she still knew of the happy life she had once led there. Although the tribe was small, they provided her with as much as she wished.

She had been told that Belgium was quite a distance away. But even if it would take her years, her determination would get her there.