ME: Hi again evryone.
BLADEBREAKERS: Hi Lady Blade.
ME: I've Finally gotten to Max.
MAX: EEEP! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
OTHER BLADEBREAKERS: YAAAAAAAY!!!
ME; Don't be mean. It took me ages to think of something for Max. I mean,
he's always hyper and happy. I had to dig my brain out, to think of
something.
TYSON: It has to be good if she thought for that long.
REI/KAI: Yeah.
MAX: *gulps* Do you have to write my one. I mean, didn't you get enough
reviews for the other three.
ME: Yeap. But I promised I'd do all five of you.
*the others laugh while Max prays*
ME: There's no point praying. Your past is probably gonna be worse than
Ray's.
MAX: AGGGGGGGGHHH!!!
KAI: Don't worry Max. At least it's not as bad as mine.
RAY: To true.
TYSON: Yeah, nothing is as bad as your's.
ME: Don't make promises you can't keep.
RAY/KAI/MAX/TYSON: EEEP! O-O.
KENNY: Lady Blade Warangel does not own BeyBlade.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tragic Past Four-Max's Torture.
Chapter One-Why I'm always smiling.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MAX'S P.O.V~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Everyone thinks my life is normal. Nobody knows about the pain I feel.
Sometimes I want to end my life. I just want to die. Everyone thinks that I'm
happy. But I'm not. I'm so miserable, that sometimes I even cry. I don't let
the others see me cry. If I did, then they'd ask me what was wrong. Then I'd
have to tell them why. I'd have to tell them my story. I didn't want to do
that. I wanted to suffer in peace. Too many people would end up getting
involved. Sometimes I wish I could end, all the misery and the pain, that I
call my life.
But then I think of all the people that I'd leave behind. My Dad, my Mom and
my friends. So I carry on. Not for myself, but for my friends. I deal with my
pain all by myself. I can't trust anyone with my secrets. And before you ask.
No, what happened to me was nothing to do with my parents. They always loved
me. They treated me like I could do anything if I believed hard enough. And I
love them too. My story started, when my parents split up.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Max." I heard my parents calling me. "Yeah Mom, Dad. I'm coming." I called
down from my room. I was nine years old. I went downstairs. "What's up?" I
asked them. "Max, you know that your Dad and I have ben arguing alot lately?"
My Mom questioned. I nodded my head slowly. I knew that they'd been arguing
alot recently. I just didn't know that it was serious. "Well your Mom and I
have decided that it's best for all of us if we get a divorce." My Dad said.
Oh great. My worst nightmare come to life. Almost every kid in the world
hates that word. Divorce. It's the thing that most children dread. "Until
your Dad and I have sorted everything out. We're sending you to stay with
your Uncle Harry." My Mom said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That was the worst thing possible, for me. My Uncle Harry always scared me.
He acted strangely. He never acted concerned about anyone except himself. It
was worse than I ever imagined it could be.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My Dad's car drove over the dusty road as we drove to Uncle Harry's house. It
was a horrible old shack. It used to be a nice farm, but something happened.
I didn't really know that much about it, and I didn't ask. The place was just
a dustball now.
We drove up to the old shack. It was a two bedroom place, with an attic.
There was a barn next to it and some fenced in alcoves. But it was still
run-down. I shivered. Even in the desperate heat of Arizona, I felt the chill
from the house. I felt it deep in my bones.
"Come on Max." My Dad said gently. I nodded. I got my suitcase out of the
boot and my Dad went and knocked on the door. My Uncle Harry opened the door.
He had a huge beer-gut and wore a dirty white vest, and dirty faded jeans. He
had a bloated looking face and piggy eyes and a snout looking nose. He had
dirty, greasy, black hair. He had dull grey eyes. "Hello Harry." My Dad said.
Harry grunted. I wanted to run away. "It's allright Max. I'll see you soon."
My Dad said. I hugged him and held on tightly. I didn't want him to leave me
alone with Uncle Harry.
"It'll all be allright Max. I'll come and pick you up soon. The time will fly
by. You'll see." My Dad was trying to give me some comfort. I nodded. "See
you Dad. Please come back soon." I whispered to him. I let go, and watched
him get in his car. He drove away. I saw him look back a couple of times. I
waved and tried to keep the tears from flooding down my cheeks.
I didn't have the time to nurse my pain. "Right boy. You ain't gettin' no
free ride here." Uncle Harry said. I turned round to look at him. "What's
gonna happen is, I'm gonna give you some chores ta do, and you're gonna do
them. If you don't. Then ya'll get the hidin' of yer life. D'ya understand?"
Uncle Harry said. "Yes Uncle Harry." I said. "Good. Now move. I'll show ya to
yer room." Uncle Harry said. I nodded and I followed him inside.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He gave me the attic to sleep in. There was a room downstairs. but he
wouldn't allow me to use it. I became his personal house slave. Even though I
was scared of him. That was nothing compared to what I would have to deal
with later on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Boy, why didn't ya clean out the barn, like I told ya to?" I heard Harry
yell. I had learned to do what he told me real quick. He had a short temper
and sharp slap. "I did clean it out Uncle Harry." I said. I looked down from
the hayloft, into the barn. I had spent all morning scrubbing the barn. "Get
down here boy." Harry yelled. I came down from the hayloft. As I climbed down
the ladder and stood in front of him, I could smell the sour stench of the
rotgut whiskey that he seemed to drink constantly.
Harry punched me in the face. the force sent me flying backwards, I landed
with a hard thud on the ground. "When I tell ya ta do somethin' ya do it an'
ya do it quick. Understand boy?" Harry said. "Yes Uncle Harry." I answered
him. I could feel the blood leaking from my lip. I always answered him that
way. It usually made him leave me alone. He slapped me hard again. Then he
started ripping at my clothes. I didn't know what the hell was happening.
Then it hit me. "Uncle Harry, stop, please stop." I begged him. But he
didn't. I tried to run, but he grabbed my ankle and pulled me back. Then he
forced me onto my stomach. I tried to run again, but he forced me back down,
into the floor. Then I felt it. The horrible ripping sensation as he entered
me. My flesh tearing apart more with each thrust. I cried out in pain and
agony. He just hit me. He carried on with his sick attack of me. When he was
finished, he left me lying in my own blood. In my shame and degradation.
That evening. Dad called me. He always did. Mom and Dad called me every
evening. "Hey Max. You allright?" My Dad said. I always said I was. Harry
made sure that I never told Dad anything. He told me, that if I said anything
he'd beat me so bad, I'd never be able to walk again. What was I supposed to
tell him anyways. "hi dad, Uncle Harry raped me today and left me there in my
own blood. By the way, how's the Hobby shop?" Yeah right. I could never tell
Dad what had happened to me. I just kept going. I always kept my mouth shut
when they called and acted as if everything was O.K.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After that I was never the same. I felt alone and scared. Harry was always
quick to beat me and give me the `punishment' that he thought I deserved. Mom
and Dad's divorce took a long time. About three months. Then the custody
hearing. that took about two months. But what they were dealing with, was
nothing compared to what I had to deal with during the long months I stayed
at Harry's.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I had gone to bed. I heard Harry come in. I curled up in my attic bed. When
he was drunk, he never bothered coming up into the attic. I stayed quiet. I
heard him yelling. "Where's that god damned kid?" I stayed so quiet. I didn't
even want to breathe. Then I heard him yell. "Boy. Get yer arse down here." I
knew if I didn't go down, then he would come up. It was five o clock in the
morning. I got dressed and brushed my hair. It never seems to stay down
though. "BOY, GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!" Harry yelled. I ran down. "Yes Uncle
Harry?" I asked him. He took a swig out of the bottle of rotgut. His neck
pulsated, with the effort, that it took to swallow as much of that shit down
his throat as possible, in one swig. There was another guy there too. "What
did I tell you about keeping the house clean?" He said. He pointed at the
sink. I had forgotten to wash up the plate I'd eaten dinner on. Oh god. He's
gonna kill me.
"I'm sick of telling ya boy." Harry said. "I'm just gonna have ta show ya
what ya'll git, if ya don't behave yerself." Harry said, snarling. He grabbed
me by the back of the neck and started to drag me to the spare room. The
other guy came along. "Oh god, what he did to me, was bad enough on it's own.
Now he was letting someone watch." I thought as he kept shoving me.
He shoved me inside. His eyes glinting with anger. He was blocking the only
exit. He shoved me onto the bed and started tearing at my clothes again. Mad
sadistic lust glinting in his eyes. It was then, that I realised what the
other guy was there to do. I tried to run, but Harry was prepared. He grabbed
my arm and bought out a pair of handcuffs. He put one round my wrist, and
secured the other one to the bedpost. "No Uncle Harry. Please don't." I tried
desperatly to reach him. It was useless. I couldn't run. I couldn't escape.
The tears rolled down my face as he used me for his sick pleasures again.
Then he turned to the other guy. "He's all yours." Harry said. Then he left.
I heard him laughing as he left the room. Then the other guy started smirking
at me. "I hope you're as good as you looked." He said, and started lauging.
I just cried. What could I do to save myself, when I was handcuffed to the
bed. Then I felt the sharp pain again, as this weird sick guy buried himself
in me. I could feel myself being ripped apart, but I was numb. No matter what
I do now, I couldn't clean my soul of what had been done to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My Uncle started selling my body to every bastard going. I couldn't run.
Whenever I tried to run, he cuffed me to the bed, which seemed to get them
more riled up than ever. They used me violently, like so much trash, then
threw me away. All I could do was cry. I had become, my uncles whore. And
what was worse, was that he still used me for his sick pleasure. During the
custody trial. It was decided that I would live with Dad. When he finally
came to pick me up. I was so relieved I cried.
"Hey Max. I didn't think you'd miss me this much." My Dad said. If only he
knew. It was the fact that Harry couldn't hit me or rape me, or sell my body
anymore, that made me cry. The tears I cried, were tears of relief. As we
drove away from the shack. I didn't look back. There was nothing that I
wanted to remember. I just wanted to get away as fast as possible.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After that, Dad set up business in New York. We moved to Japan later on, when
I was twelve. That's where I met Tyson, Kenny and Kai. I met Ray at the
tournament later on. When we became a team, I was so happy. I finally found
out what it was like to be part of a family. I never told them about my past
though. Even when I found out that Kai, Ray and Tyson, had had bad
childhoods, I couldn't tell them mine. Even Kai's would seem insignificant.
They would stare at me, and feel pity for me. I didn't want pity. I wanted to
die.
The only one I'd ever told about it was my Grandma. She was the one who gave
me Draciel. When she died, I had to face my pain alone, once again. I wanted
to run from my pain. All I ever want to do is cry. I didn't want anyone
asking me questions though, so I always acted happy. I couldn't act sad, or
people would know there was something wrong. So that's why I'm always
smiling. I only hoped I could keep up the pretence forever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ME: So what did everyone think.
REN: Aibou. How could you?
ME: Sorry Ren. It was an inspired brainwave.
KAI: You're being more evil to Max then you were to me.
ME: I told you. When I have a brainwave, I really have a brainwave.
TYSON: No kidding.
RAY: Please remember to R&R.
KENNY: And if you have any questions, please ask Lady Blade in your reviews.
KAI: And she will answer them.
MAX: *sulks*
ME: I'll update soon. Bye.
BLADEBREAKERS: Hi Lady Blade.
ME: I've Finally gotten to Max.
MAX: EEEP! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
OTHER BLADEBREAKERS: YAAAAAAAY!!!
ME; Don't be mean. It took me ages to think of something for Max. I mean,
he's always hyper and happy. I had to dig my brain out, to think of
something.
TYSON: It has to be good if she thought for that long.
REI/KAI: Yeah.
MAX: *gulps* Do you have to write my one. I mean, didn't you get enough
reviews for the other three.
ME: Yeap. But I promised I'd do all five of you.
*the others laugh while Max prays*
ME: There's no point praying. Your past is probably gonna be worse than
Ray's.
MAX: AGGGGGGGGHHH!!!
KAI: Don't worry Max. At least it's not as bad as mine.
RAY: To true.
TYSON: Yeah, nothing is as bad as your's.
ME: Don't make promises you can't keep.
RAY/KAI/MAX/TYSON: EEEP! O-O.
KENNY: Lady Blade Warangel does not own BeyBlade.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tragic Past Four-Max's Torture.
Chapter One-Why I'm always smiling.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MAX'S P.O.V~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Everyone thinks my life is normal. Nobody knows about the pain I feel.
Sometimes I want to end my life. I just want to die. Everyone thinks that I'm
happy. But I'm not. I'm so miserable, that sometimes I even cry. I don't let
the others see me cry. If I did, then they'd ask me what was wrong. Then I'd
have to tell them why. I'd have to tell them my story. I didn't want to do
that. I wanted to suffer in peace. Too many people would end up getting
involved. Sometimes I wish I could end, all the misery and the pain, that I
call my life.
But then I think of all the people that I'd leave behind. My Dad, my Mom and
my friends. So I carry on. Not for myself, but for my friends. I deal with my
pain all by myself. I can't trust anyone with my secrets. And before you ask.
No, what happened to me was nothing to do with my parents. They always loved
me. They treated me like I could do anything if I believed hard enough. And I
love them too. My story started, when my parents split up.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Max." I heard my parents calling me. "Yeah Mom, Dad. I'm coming." I called
down from my room. I was nine years old. I went downstairs. "What's up?" I
asked them. "Max, you know that your Dad and I have ben arguing alot lately?"
My Mom questioned. I nodded my head slowly. I knew that they'd been arguing
alot recently. I just didn't know that it was serious. "Well your Mom and I
have decided that it's best for all of us if we get a divorce." My Dad said.
Oh great. My worst nightmare come to life. Almost every kid in the world
hates that word. Divorce. It's the thing that most children dread. "Until
your Dad and I have sorted everything out. We're sending you to stay with
your Uncle Harry." My Mom said.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That was the worst thing possible, for me. My Uncle Harry always scared me.
He acted strangely. He never acted concerned about anyone except himself. It
was worse than I ever imagined it could be.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My Dad's car drove over the dusty road as we drove to Uncle Harry's house. It
was a horrible old shack. It used to be a nice farm, but something happened.
I didn't really know that much about it, and I didn't ask. The place was just
a dustball now.
We drove up to the old shack. It was a two bedroom place, with an attic.
There was a barn next to it and some fenced in alcoves. But it was still
run-down. I shivered. Even in the desperate heat of Arizona, I felt the chill
from the house. I felt it deep in my bones.
"Come on Max." My Dad said gently. I nodded. I got my suitcase out of the
boot and my Dad went and knocked on the door. My Uncle Harry opened the door.
He had a huge beer-gut and wore a dirty white vest, and dirty faded jeans. He
had a bloated looking face and piggy eyes and a snout looking nose. He had
dirty, greasy, black hair. He had dull grey eyes. "Hello Harry." My Dad said.
Harry grunted. I wanted to run away. "It's allright Max. I'll see you soon."
My Dad said. I hugged him and held on tightly. I didn't want him to leave me
alone with Uncle Harry.
"It'll all be allright Max. I'll come and pick you up soon. The time will fly
by. You'll see." My Dad was trying to give me some comfort. I nodded. "See
you Dad. Please come back soon." I whispered to him. I let go, and watched
him get in his car. He drove away. I saw him look back a couple of times. I
waved and tried to keep the tears from flooding down my cheeks.
I didn't have the time to nurse my pain. "Right boy. You ain't gettin' no
free ride here." Uncle Harry said. I turned round to look at him. "What's
gonna happen is, I'm gonna give you some chores ta do, and you're gonna do
them. If you don't. Then ya'll get the hidin' of yer life. D'ya understand?"
Uncle Harry said. "Yes Uncle Harry." I said. "Good. Now move. I'll show ya to
yer room." Uncle Harry said. I nodded and I followed him inside.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He gave me the attic to sleep in. There was a room downstairs. but he
wouldn't allow me to use it. I became his personal house slave. Even though I
was scared of him. That was nothing compared to what I would have to deal
with later on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Boy, why didn't ya clean out the barn, like I told ya to?" I heard Harry
yell. I had learned to do what he told me real quick. He had a short temper
and sharp slap. "I did clean it out Uncle Harry." I said. I looked down from
the hayloft, into the barn. I had spent all morning scrubbing the barn. "Get
down here boy." Harry yelled. I came down from the hayloft. As I climbed down
the ladder and stood in front of him, I could smell the sour stench of the
rotgut whiskey that he seemed to drink constantly.
Harry punched me in the face. the force sent me flying backwards, I landed
with a hard thud on the ground. "When I tell ya ta do somethin' ya do it an'
ya do it quick. Understand boy?" Harry said. "Yes Uncle Harry." I answered
him. I could feel the blood leaking from my lip. I always answered him that
way. It usually made him leave me alone. He slapped me hard again. Then he
started ripping at my clothes. I didn't know what the hell was happening.
Then it hit me. "Uncle Harry, stop, please stop." I begged him. But he
didn't. I tried to run, but he grabbed my ankle and pulled me back. Then he
forced me onto my stomach. I tried to run again, but he forced me back down,
into the floor. Then I felt it. The horrible ripping sensation as he entered
me. My flesh tearing apart more with each thrust. I cried out in pain and
agony. He just hit me. He carried on with his sick attack of me. When he was
finished, he left me lying in my own blood. In my shame and degradation.
That evening. Dad called me. He always did. Mom and Dad called me every
evening. "Hey Max. You allright?" My Dad said. I always said I was. Harry
made sure that I never told Dad anything. He told me, that if I said anything
he'd beat me so bad, I'd never be able to walk again. What was I supposed to
tell him anyways. "hi dad, Uncle Harry raped me today and left me there in my
own blood. By the way, how's the Hobby shop?" Yeah right. I could never tell
Dad what had happened to me. I just kept going. I always kept my mouth shut
when they called and acted as if everything was O.K.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After that I was never the same. I felt alone and scared. Harry was always
quick to beat me and give me the `punishment' that he thought I deserved. Mom
and Dad's divorce took a long time. About three months. Then the custody
hearing. that took about two months. But what they were dealing with, was
nothing compared to what I had to deal with during the long months I stayed
at Harry's.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I had gone to bed. I heard Harry come in. I curled up in my attic bed. When
he was drunk, he never bothered coming up into the attic. I stayed quiet. I
heard him yelling. "Where's that god damned kid?" I stayed so quiet. I didn't
even want to breathe. Then I heard him yell. "Boy. Get yer arse down here." I
knew if I didn't go down, then he would come up. It was five o clock in the
morning. I got dressed and brushed my hair. It never seems to stay down
though. "BOY, GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!" Harry yelled. I ran down. "Yes Uncle
Harry?" I asked him. He took a swig out of the bottle of rotgut. His neck
pulsated, with the effort, that it took to swallow as much of that shit down
his throat as possible, in one swig. There was another guy there too. "What
did I tell you about keeping the house clean?" He said. He pointed at the
sink. I had forgotten to wash up the plate I'd eaten dinner on. Oh god. He's
gonna kill me.
"I'm sick of telling ya boy." Harry said. "I'm just gonna have ta show ya
what ya'll git, if ya don't behave yerself." Harry said, snarling. He grabbed
me by the back of the neck and started to drag me to the spare room. The
other guy came along. "Oh god, what he did to me, was bad enough on it's own.
Now he was letting someone watch." I thought as he kept shoving me.
He shoved me inside. His eyes glinting with anger. He was blocking the only
exit. He shoved me onto the bed and started tearing at my clothes again. Mad
sadistic lust glinting in his eyes. It was then, that I realised what the
other guy was there to do. I tried to run, but Harry was prepared. He grabbed
my arm and bought out a pair of handcuffs. He put one round my wrist, and
secured the other one to the bedpost. "No Uncle Harry. Please don't." I tried
desperatly to reach him. It was useless. I couldn't run. I couldn't escape.
The tears rolled down my face as he used me for his sick pleasures again.
Then he turned to the other guy. "He's all yours." Harry said. Then he left.
I heard him laughing as he left the room. Then the other guy started smirking
at me. "I hope you're as good as you looked." He said, and started lauging.
I just cried. What could I do to save myself, when I was handcuffed to the
bed. Then I felt the sharp pain again, as this weird sick guy buried himself
in me. I could feel myself being ripped apart, but I was numb. No matter what
I do now, I couldn't clean my soul of what had been done to me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My Uncle started selling my body to every bastard going. I couldn't run.
Whenever I tried to run, he cuffed me to the bed, which seemed to get them
more riled up than ever. They used me violently, like so much trash, then
threw me away. All I could do was cry. I had become, my uncles whore. And
what was worse, was that he still used me for his sick pleasure. During the
custody trial. It was decided that I would live with Dad. When he finally
came to pick me up. I was so relieved I cried.
"Hey Max. I didn't think you'd miss me this much." My Dad said. If only he
knew. It was the fact that Harry couldn't hit me or rape me, or sell my body
anymore, that made me cry. The tears I cried, were tears of relief. As we
drove away from the shack. I didn't look back. There was nothing that I
wanted to remember. I just wanted to get away as fast as possible.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~END FLASHBACK~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After that, Dad set up business in New York. We moved to Japan later on, when
I was twelve. That's where I met Tyson, Kenny and Kai. I met Ray at the
tournament later on. When we became a team, I was so happy. I finally found
out what it was like to be part of a family. I never told them about my past
though. Even when I found out that Kai, Ray and Tyson, had had bad
childhoods, I couldn't tell them mine. Even Kai's would seem insignificant.
They would stare at me, and feel pity for me. I didn't want pity. I wanted to
die.
The only one I'd ever told about it was my Grandma. She was the one who gave
me Draciel. When she died, I had to face my pain alone, once again. I wanted
to run from my pain. All I ever want to do is cry. I didn't want anyone
asking me questions though, so I always acted happy. I couldn't act sad, or
people would know there was something wrong. So that's why I'm always
smiling. I only hoped I could keep up the pretence forever.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ME: So what did everyone think.
REN: Aibou. How could you?
ME: Sorry Ren. It was an inspired brainwave.
KAI: You're being more evil to Max then you were to me.
ME: I told you. When I have a brainwave, I really have a brainwave.
TYSON: No kidding.
RAY: Please remember to R&R.
KENNY: And if you have any questions, please ask Lady Blade in your reviews.
KAI: And she will answer them.
MAX: *sulks*
ME: I'll update soon. Bye.