Author's note at the end…
Well here is the first chapter REDONE! So read, enjoy and review!
! DISCLAIMER: I don't own ANYTHING except the plot and my character (Amber Decosta and her Bitbeast-Kryptonite)
"..." - People talking
'...' - People thoughts
/italics/- Bit beast speaking to person or person speaking to bitbeast
Italics - FlashBacks
(...P.o.v.) - Different points of view
This fic may contain some swearing, so don't say I didn't warn you...
A Dark Past, A Hopeful Present
Chapter One- Meetings
It was a dark cold windy night, everything was quiet all you heard was the leaves of trees rattling in the wind, everyone was in their warm homes, except for a girl around the age of seventeen who was walking through the park, with three men not to far behind her.
The park was a great place during the day; however there were always some people that wished to disrupt the tranquility of night with rebellious actions. The girl and three men were walking through the pathway, the girl in deep thought while the other men were in discussion.
(Unknown Point of View)
I clutched my cloak closer to me as I noticed it was getting colder yet I don't care. I don't care about anything anymore. I find emotions to be weak like "love" or "friends" I thought bitterly.
I rolled my eyes at the ceaseless chatter that continued behind me. I heard bits of sentences such as, 'attack' and 'weak' that came from their mouths, and sighed.
I felt anger bubble upwards but released it. Being judged was something I despised greatly, but I would not let them get to me, unless they did something to me.
I continued at my normal pace until I heard the fall of their footsteps quicken against the pavement of the path.
I waited for the right moment to attack.
I felt one of them try to grab me from behind, his hands reaching out to wrap around my waist. I thrust my elbow forward and rammed it into his stomach, I was satisfied when I heard a grunt and glanced back to see him stumble against a tree his head slamming into one of the lower branches.
I quickly turned around and got into a stance holding my bawled fists in front of my face waiting for them to attack. One of the men from the two ran towards me, fists aiming to punch me. I ducked downwards and slid my leg horizontally so that it collided with his legs knocking him backwards.
I heard him plummet to the ground and quickly back flipped, placing pressure on my arms and hands to hold myself while my legs were pushed upwards. I heard a sickening crack, and let my legs fall to the ground.
I hastily got up from the ground going into my previous stance. They were all on the ground clutching their wounds glaring at me. I saw two men clutching their head, while the third held his nose, which was currently oozing blood.
I glared at them from the inside of my hood. I waited till they got up and left, making sure they were nowhere in sight before I let myself continue down the path.
I sighed, tired of the battle. It's not something I like to do, but if worse comes to worse then I am always ready.
I walked for about ten minutes until I found the perfect place to settle down. I looked up at a tree which had strong and sturdy branches followed with much foliage that concealed the interior of the tree. I secured my pack on my back and made my way upwards.
I reached a branch in the middle of the tree and unhooked my bag, using it as a pillow. I placed it against the trunk of the tree and made my self comfortable falling into a light sleep filled with nightmares.
Morning at Tyson's Dojo
"Tyson...Tyson...TYSON!"
"Mphupmhp" Tyson grumbled as he placed his pillow over his head.
Max, Rei and Kenny have been trying to wake their teammate up but were unsuccessful.
"Won't Tyson ever wake up on time; I'm tired of having to wake him up every morning!" Rei said sighing in frustration as he ran his hands through his hair.
The Captain of the team made his way inside and rolled his eyes at Tyson who was sprawled on the futon. He left the room momentarily, only to emerge with a bucket of cold water. He made his way over to the bed and threw the water on him. A resounding splash was heard throughout the room followed by a shriek.
Tyson quickly jumped from the bed, his pajamas soaked, sticking to his body. He quickly gazed at Kai glaring at him with hatred in his eyes. "What the hell was that for Kai" He shouted, his drenched clothes continuing to drip on the floor.
"You know when training starts" Kai said bitterly before leaving the room, the clanking of the bucket could be heard from the hallway where he left the bucket.
"At least put the bucket back" Tyson grumbled before glaring at the rest of his team.
They ignored the look he gave them and made their way to the kitchen to begin breakfast.
After a "Normal" breakfast passed with Tyson making a fool of himself the team went to the park to train.
I woke up in a very uncomfortable position; I groaned stretching my arms trying to work out the kinks in my back. I glanced at my wristwatch and saw that it was only seven o'clock. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and jumped from the tree.
I walked down the same path that I had gotten attacked on and stopped when I heard shouting.
I turned around and saw a crowd of about four small boys gathered around two people who were beyblading. If it were another situation I would have continued walking, but I saw one of the boys who was battling shed tears.
I silently came closer towering over all the kids. I saw the bigger of the battlers grin evilly as he viciously attacked the younger boy's beyblade. I frowned at this, feeling a sense of déjà vu.
I began to see the younger boy's blade crack, and more tears made there way down his face.
I decided to step in.
I cleared my throat earning the attention of the group. They looked at me and I placed my hands on my hips.
I glared at the four and they moved out of my way. "Stop your blade now" I coldly told the bully. He looked at me and stuck his tongue out, muttering about his opponent being a cry baby.
I growled in frustration, if there was something other then being judged that I hate, it was being bullied.
I took four steps, which led me to stand in front of the bully. He looked up at me and I saw him shiver, I smirked and decided to teach this boy a lesson that he would never forget.
I honestly don't care, they are little boys, and I'm not one to pick fights, especially with kids. However, something triggered within me…it seemed all to familiar…
I turned my back and bent down in a flash grabbing his blade that still span on the ground. I quickly stopped it with the force of my hand closing on it.
I turned around looking at him, squeezing it. He began to whimper which is when I stopped.
"Back off, if you want to be a blader, do it properly, God knows how much scum is out there now doing the same you do but worse…" I said harshly, dropping the blade in his outstretched hand.
I turned around and bent down to the small eleven year old, and wiped his tears away, handing him his blade that I picked up.
I waved to the group who looked at me wide-eyed, and continued on my way. Somewhat relieved that I was able to stop something that had been one of the things that helped destroy my life.
I left only to be faced with five people. They looked familiar but I dismissed the thought. I saw some of them look at me strangely while the last guy to my left who had his arms crossed looked indifferent.
I glared at them and turned away, moving past them, but was stopped when I felt a hand on my arm. I quickly snatched it back and glared at the person's eyes which happened to look quite cat-like.
I walked away but stopped as an obnoxious voice called to me.
"Hey you"
I glanced at him over my shoulder, and glared. I saw him jog towards me, and stop in front of me.
"What do you want" I said harshly, as his team came up beside him. I saw him shrug off my tone and heard him ask me if I bladed.
I thought about this for a moment, but decided that I had better things to do than practice with a buffoon. I walked away once more ignoring his protests but stopped when I heard him shouting that I was 'afraid to lose against a champ' and how he will ' go easy on me'.
I twisted around quickly, my cloak billowing around me as I clenched my hands glaring at the detestable pig.
I walked quickly towards him stopping at the right distance unleashing my blade and launcher from its place on my belt.
I placed my blade on my launcher which was shaped as a boomerang, but it was unique. It was shaped like an 'x' with the ends slightly curved. It was black with streaks of silver and white.
I got into position holding the boomerang above my head as I was sitting sideways, my arm slightly bent.
I noticed his team look at my launcher strangely, but I ignored it. I saw my opponent grin and take out his launcher, and get into position, his hand on the rip cord. We looked at each other, his face plastered with a cocky smirk, while mine held a glare.
"Three, Two, One, Let is rip" we cried out in unison as we released our blades.
To be continued…
Well here's my story hope you like it…The chapters are edited so I hope that it is better than what it was before. I will also be editing the rest of the chapters, I also changed a couple of things! Reviews are greatly appreciated, as well as constructive criticism which really helps me understand my mistakes. I'm sorry for the spelling mistakes but I'm not perfect!
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