Smash
Part One: Whisper Secrets in My Ear
Disclaimer: © Nelvana: I do not share ownership to the rights of Bakuten Shoot: Beyblade. The songs featured in the following story have not been written by me or anyone I am acquainted with unless otherwise stated. If any of the situations resemble factual or fictional events currently in existence than it is merely by coincidence.
Warnings: This story contains mature subject matter, reader discretion is advised: coarse language, violence, homosexuality, sexual content and dark themes; also AU, OC, OOC, humor and adolescent romance
Author's Notes: I know it's taken me a while to piece together a few things but hopefully this time it's for real! Yes, ladies and gents, I'm back! Did you miss me? The story is basically something I thought up after viewing quite a few teenage drama-shows on TV as well as some things from my own life. In other words: look out because you are going on the ride of a lifetime. Tell me what you think!
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Prologue: Slaughter and Sacrifice
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Clouds hovered densely above the deserted urban quarter. It cast a daunting grey shadow over the usually bustling downtown area, a somber mist settling gravely between buildings and around dimly lit lampposts. Everyone had abandoned their midday shopping with the arrival of the unforeseen downpour.
There were the few homeless cowering in covered doorways or storefront awnings and the straggling consumers dashing from avenue to avenue with the hope of finding reasonable shelter.
Puddles expanded to the size of miniature lakes, dipping into the curb. The drains were gurgling, spitting out water and swallowing it again while the late April shower evolved into an ugly storm.
Church bells moaned, resonating through the empty district offering their melancholic symphony to the bleak surroundings.
Where, oh where have you been my love?
Where or where can you be?
It's been so long, since the moon has gone
And, oh, what a wreck you've made me
Crouched in the darkness, barely protected from the rain, he waited. Caressing the gun in his left hand he felt the shape of the trigger, smooth and exquisite. His index rested comfortably within the soft curve of metal.
He liked it there.
Listening acutely for clapping footsteps, he tested the gun against the brick wall, firing in unison with the bells' knell. Ironic, he thought considering the dolor the storm carried. It was the perfect day.
Are you there over the ocean?
Are you there up in the sky?
Until the return of my love
This lullaby…
Darting into the road, ignoring the bearing red light, a young adolescent escaped the confines of her third-floor apartment home. New white trainers quickly lost their colour as she raced through dirty roadside puddles. Her clothes clung to her undeveloped body, reminding her of the cold and wet. She wasn't wearing a jacket.
She ran up one street and down another, enjoying the brutal weather and the hard sound of bells tolling in the background. Slowly she neared her destination, excited for the hot chocolate and leftover birthday cake her best friend had promised her.
It wouldn't be long.
My hope is on the horizon,
Every face, it's your eyes I can see
I plead, I pray through each night and day
Our embrace is only a dream
Upon hearing the rapid pace, he leapt out from behind his cover, gun stretched at arms-length in front of his face. Through one eye he aimed. With the cool metal in his hand he felt an overbearing power. Is this what God feels like?
He didn't really care.
The target emerged into range and he fired. Kicking back, the gun vibrated warmly in his icy grip. Caught off guard, he let it fall to the ground. The gun volleyed and an unintentional shot was discharged.
The bells still chimed darkly, hiding the thunderous cracking of gunfire. Glancing around for witnesses he moved forward; cautiously, carefully, aware of everything surrounding him.
Blood spilt from the wound in the victim's head where the stray bullet had achieved an escape, landing near a drain and being forced through by the strong water—lost forever.
There was another injury, hardly an abrasion. The first shot had only grazed the victim's arm. He came closer, like a predator to its prey. And then he noticed; his face paled and his eyes widened, glazing over with fear, guilt and nervousness. He had made a mistake.
Already recognizing the lifeless heap, lying partway into the road, hair caught in the stream of rushing water. Shit. He turned the child over, lifting her onto the sidewalk. Crimson streaks smeared across the damp cement.
An innocent child, blanketed in rain and blood, was curled limply in his arms. He couldn't stay. Bile rose to his throat. He couldn't stay.
And sure as days come from moments
Each hour becomes a life's time
When she'd left I'd only begun
This lullaby…
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End Prologue
Author's Notes: Have no fear, it's only the beginning here! I hope you read on to find out what's going to happen…or rather, what's going on. For those of you who know my previous work this is, in essence, a take from Dancing on the Live Man's Grave…just with a shorter title and a developed plotline.
©: The featured song is This Lullaby by Queens of the Stone Age from their latest album Lullabies to Paralyze (RECOMMENDED).