Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Trapped in a Virtual Reality ❯ Chapter 5

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.Chapter 5.

Kai didn't waste his time shouting my name in despair; instead he took his sword and my sword (it had been dropped in the middle of the pandemonium) and prepared for the battles to come.

“That fucker…I will get Ceci back. And it'll be so soon he won't be able to even say `Demon Warlord.'”

.Kenny and Daichi.

“Daichi, you know, I was thinking…” Kenny started while flying on his back (if he did the other way he would get spooked because of the height)

“What, Chief?”

“Well…when I created the game, it wasn't like this. It wasn't all wildlife. There were not that many scary creatures around.”

“Hmm…seems to me you didn't know what you were doing!” Daichi said in his carefree way.

“No.” He pondered a while with a finger on his chin. “It seems the computer is already starting to think by itself. It is making characters; it is making its own plot, more intricate than I ever imagined all to stop us from getting out. It also seems like the opponents are becoming more intelligent by themselves as well.”

Daichi still refused to get scared. “I still say you put it wrong. You can make errors. Not like me of course. If I had done this game, it'd be perfect. Plus I like the idea it looks like a jungle. It reminds me of home!”

“But you have a point, though.” Kenny ceded. Daichi almost fell from surprise.

“What do you mean?”

“Well I can make errors. I could have made the error…” Kenny stopped, frowned, and then resumed again, “of giving it some freedom of creation. I was getting sick of having to think up the plot, and I didn't want to ruin you guys' fun going to the bathroom and vomit, so I gave it freedom of creation. The computer may be doing changes as we speak.” Daichi's eyes widened in understanding.

“You mean this thing is out to kill us!?”

Kenny nodded gravely.

“We're doomed! Oh we are doomed! What will become of us!?!!”

Daichi burst into a panic attack.

Kenny sighed a typical anime mushroom sigh. “We'll just have to win quickly.” He tapped his chin while he thought. “What was the objective...?”

“You don't even remember the objective?!!?!” Daichi was jumping in frustration.

“No…Ceci must know it. She was the one who started playing it.”

“Well then we'll have to go looking for her!” Daichi jumped even more (if possible), wanting to fly. Kenny threw himself dejectedly on a nearby rock conveniently placed there. (;P heehee. There's ALWAYS a rock to sit on!!!!!!!!!!!! Right…well. I'm hyper. So I'll shut up now)

“I don't know what we are going to do…”

.Teresa and Tyson.

Of course, katanas are not going to be enough to kill an enemy that size. It would only scratch the leg, don't you think? Since they were colossal elephants (think Oliphants from The Lord of the Rings). But, we have to remember, Teresa is not the type of person to be very bright (neither am I, but oh well) so she didn't really consider that.

Tyson is not the `biggest floppy disk of the box' as Kenny expressed it once either, but at least he thought it better than Teresa and flew to the elephant's head and attempted to pierce the skull of the animal. But it shook its head violently, causing Tyson to misbalance and fall over. His katana went flying up into the air, and it fell right next to him, on the elephant's neck.

The elephant shook its head in pain like a dog after it took a bath, and both Tyson and Teresa went flying like insignificant little fleas onto the ground. The katanas were still stuck to the elephant, one to its neck and the other on its side. Tyson grunted and looked up at it with widening eyes, finally realizing what they were up against.

“I know!” He said in a hoarse voice to Teresa.

“What?”

“Let's make them old.” He said brightly, as if talking about his last victory in a beyblade match.

“How?” Teresa frowned and looked, confused at Tyson, who, like her, was lying down sideways on the dirt, supported by his elbow.

“You know, I'll make a storm and-“

“Oh, I get it! Okay!”

`I just hope that I can pick them all up.' Tyson thought, biting his lip, adrenaline running from his brain to every part of his body as if prepared for that new feat. First, it was only a dust cloud that was laughable, then it grew, inhaling more dirt, rocks, and anything on its path to turn from light brown to dark grew, and finally it matured into what on earth would be an F5 tornado, ready to consume anything- namely the elephants. It advanced towards them, which by the way, were confused as a mob after a disaster- meaning stupid. They ran everywhere that was away from the tornado's path to save their dear lives and crashed against and stabbed each other, and in the great overwhelming confusion, they felt no pain, only fear.

Tyson only wished Dragoon were there to see what he had created. Teresa had her head lifted as high as it would go (without breaking…hehe), with her mouth wide open. The only thing she needed to look like a Grade A idiot was drool. Of course, she didn't know she seemed that stupid, as all she was thinking about was how all the elephants looked like the cows in Tornado.

“Now!” Tyson commanded her.

Teresa was initially startled, then nodded, though Tyson didn't notice, and concentrated on making the time go faster in the vortex. Tyson winced and turned away as if he had been stricken due to the sudden fast spinning of the tornado. As it accelerated, the elephants lost youth in mere seconds, and it didn't take long for them to finally become limp, some before, some after.

Both teens noticed that, and grateful they were done, stopped using their powers.

After the storm, came the calm, but only after Tyson's and Teresa's weapons nearly cut their heads as they flew by.

R&R please! ^_^