Ok so if anyone knows me they know how much i love original beyblades so im gonna write a story about them. I will take a maximum of 5 character requests. So here we go-
Chapter 1
I dont want to spend much time thinking of a chapter name so i wont.
Chapter 2
(for title, see chapter 1)
Chapter 3
Plan of Attack
Chapter 1
I dont want to spend much time thinking of a chapter name so i wont.
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It was a warm summer day. As Logan walked down the street to the park, a warm breeze blew against his face. In his hand, he clutched his beyblade. As he turned the corner, he heard the familiar noise of beyblades being launched.
"Go! Attack!" As Logan walked into the park, he saw a beyblade flying out of the stadium. It rolled over to him.
"Oh! Sorry." A young boy walked over to him. Logan handed him his bey.
"Thanks" the kid ran off the beystadium. Logan pulled ot his launcher and walked over to a stadium.
"Anyne wanna battle?" He asked. A bunch of kids ran over.
"Me first!" The kid pulled out his launcuer and attached a Makendo to it. Logan did the same with his Seaborg.
"3! 2! 1! Let it Rip!" The two beys circled around the stadium for a moment. They sped towards the middle and clashed.
"Go Seaborg!" Seaborg backed up and charged towards Makendo.
"Dodge!" Makendo moved out of the way, but not in time. Seaborg caught the edge of Makendo's AR and sent it flying out of the stadium.
"Dang!" The boy picked up his blade.
"Your good."
"Thanks" Logan reached into the stadium. Suddenly, a blade went flying in. Logan jerked his hand back. The blade circled the stadium once, hit Seaborg, and flew into its owners hand.
"Lets battle." A figure stepped around the corner.
"Go! Attack!" As Logan walked into the park, he saw a beyblade flying out of the stadium. It rolled over to him.
"Oh! Sorry." A young boy walked over to him. Logan handed him his bey.
"Thanks" the kid ran off the beystadium. Logan pulled ot his launcher and walked over to a stadium.
"Anyne wanna battle?" He asked. A bunch of kids ran over.
"Me first!" The kid pulled out his launcuer and attached a Makendo to it. Logan did the same with his Seaborg.
"3! 2! 1! Let it Rip!" The two beys circled around the stadium for a moment. They sped towards the middle and clashed.
"Go Seaborg!" Seaborg backed up and charged towards Makendo.
"Dodge!" Makendo moved out of the way, but not in time. Seaborg caught the edge of Makendo's AR and sent it flying out of the stadium.
"Dang!" The boy picked up his blade.
"Your good."
"Thanks" Logan reached into the stadium. Suddenly, a blade went flying in. Logan jerked his hand back. The blade circled the stadium once, hit Seaborg, and flew into its owners hand.
"Lets battle." A figure stepped around the corner.
Chapter 2
(for title, see chapter 1)
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"Lets battle!" The guy who walked out of the trees was short. Really short. His hair looked like he had been asleep for a month or two. His eyes were a stunning green and he had a suit on.
"Who are you anyway?" Logan asked.
"Thats for me to know...and you to find out." Logan rolled his eyes.
"How many times have I heard that one." he mumbled as he attached Seaborg to his launcher. The weird corner-hiding-cliche-movie-dude took out his beyblade and launcher. Logan had never seen the blade before.
"3! 2! 1! Let it Rip!" the two blades clashed before they even hit the ground. They flew backwards on impact with the ground.
"Go Seaborg!"
"Attack Psycher!" The two beyblades hit but Seaborg began pushing Psycher towards the edge.
"We're just getting started! Psycher! Telepathic teleport!" A strange beast came out of the weird guys blade. Logan couldn't describe it. it looked like a jumble of wisps and blobs and stuff. Suddenly, the beast charged for him. He braced himself for impact. Instead of getting hit, he felt a strange jolt of happiness, sadness, anger, jealousy, and loneliness all at once.
"Wha-whats happening?" Logan grabbed his head and fell to the ground. His whole life began to unfold in front of him. His birth, his first word (jiggle), his first step, his first day of school, then. As if he was watching t.v. and the plug got pulled, everything stopped. He felt like he was being searched. He didn't know how, or why, but he did know who. What was with that bit beast? Then one scene flashed in front of him. He shuddered in fear and tried to scream. Nothing happened. It was like a dream. Like a nightmare. He saw himself. He was about 6 years old. He had just battled a friend of his.
"Darn I lost!" the past Logan muttered.
"Thats all right, it was a good battle." his friend, Kris, had been watching.
"All you gotta do is practice."
"Thanks, what would I do without you." Logan laughed. Suddenly, two men in dark blue uniforms walked up to Kris.
"Are you Kris Taren?"
"Yu-huh, why?"
"Your coming with us to train."
"I have to ask my paren-" the two men grabbed him and covered his mouth.
"What're you doing with him!?" Logan yelled.
"None of your business. Now keep your mouth shut or you'll come to. Just not for the same reason as your buddy here." Logan stared, knees shaking, as the two men carried his best friend away. He couldn't do anything now, but later-
"I'll find you! I'll save you!"
Suddenly, he felt like he was being torn apart.
"Kris!" he screamed. Logan opened his eyes. He was no longer in the dream, but in real life. And Seaborg was right next to him. Defeated. The boy he battled before walked up to him.
"Logan, who's Kris? What're you talking about?"
"What...what just happened?"
The bit beast attacked and you just sorta stood...frozen almost. He defeated you. We yelled you're name. You didn't respond. Then...you just randomly yelled 'Kris'. What was that all about?"
"I-I don't know. Hey! Where is that creep anyway?"
"He left after beating you. He left his beyblade but it...followed him. What a weirdo."
"Yah...well I better be heading home." Logan picked up his blade and walked away. As the sun set. Logan clutched his blade.
"Kris...Kris...where are you?"
"Who are you anyway?" Logan asked.
"Thats for me to know...and you to find out." Logan rolled his eyes.
"How many times have I heard that one." he mumbled as he attached Seaborg to his launcher. The weird corner-hiding-cliche-movie-dude took out his beyblade and launcher. Logan had never seen the blade before.
"3! 2! 1! Let it Rip!" the two blades clashed before they even hit the ground. They flew backwards on impact with the ground.
"Go Seaborg!"
"Attack Psycher!" The two beyblades hit but Seaborg began pushing Psycher towards the edge.
"We're just getting started! Psycher! Telepathic teleport!" A strange beast came out of the weird guys blade. Logan couldn't describe it. it looked like a jumble of wisps and blobs and stuff. Suddenly, the beast charged for him. He braced himself for impact. Instead of getting hit, he felt a strange jolt of happiness, sadness, anger, jealousy, and loneliness all at once.
"Wha-whats happening?" Logan grabbed his head and fell to the ground. His whole life began to unfold in front of him. His birth, his first word (jiggle), his first step, his first day of school, then. As if he was watching t.v. and the plug got pulled, everything stopped. He felt like he was being searched. He didn't know how, or why, but he did know who. What was with that bit beast? Then one scene flashed in front of him. He shuddered in fear and tried to scream. Nothing happened. It was like a dream. Like a nightmare. He saw himself. He was about 6 years old. He had just battled a friend of his.
"Darn I lost!" the past Logan muttered.
"Thats all right, it was a good battle." his friend, Kris, had been watching.
"All you gotta do is practice."
"Thanks, what would I do without you." Logan laughed. Suddenly, two men in dark blue uniforms walked up to Kris.
"Are you Kris Taren?"
"Yu-huh, why?"
"Your coming with us to train."
"I have to ask my paren-" the two men grabbed him and covered his mouth.
"What're you doing with him!?" Logan yelled.
"None of your business. Now keep your mouth shut or you'll come to. Just not for the same reason as your buddy here." Logan stared, knees shaking, as the two men carried his best friend away. He couldn't do anything now, but later-
"I'll find you! I'll save you!"
Suddenly, he felt like he was being torn apart.
"Kris!" he screamed. Logan opened his eyes. He was no longer in the dream, but in real life. And Seaborg was right next to him. Defeated. The boy he battled before walked up to him.
"Logan, who's Kris? What're you talking about?"
"What...what just happened?"
The bit beast attacked and you just sorta stood...frozen almost. He defeated you. We yelled you're name. You didn't respond. Then...you just randomly yelled 'Kris'. What was that all about?"
"I-I don't know. Hey! Where is that creep anyway?"
"He left after beating you. He left his beyblade but it...followed him. What a weirdo."
"Yah...well I better be heading home." Logan picked up his blade and walked away. As the sun set. Logan clutched his blade.
"Kris...Kris...where are you?"
Chapter 3
Plan of Attack
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It was 3 days since Logan had battled the strange kid. He hadn't picked up his beyblade since. "Logan! Logan!" a voice called. Logan was sitting on his front porch reading a book. He got up and walked to the fence.
"Who is it?"
"Michael!" Logan frowned. Michael had never been one of his close friends. In fact, Logan wondered what Michael was doing here anyway.
"What is it?" Logan called.
"I need to talk to you. About something important. And bring your blade!" Logan froze.
"M-my blade?"
"Yes! Just hurry up!" Logan ran back to the porch and picked up Seaborg and his launcher. He thought about going into the house, but he decided otherwise. He slowly walked to the fence and opened it. Michael began walking. Logan followed.
"Where are we going anyway?" Logan inquired.
"To a few houses. Then, downtown."
"Downtown!?" Logan cried.
"Yah, why?"
"Well thats pretty far isnt it?"
"How much money you got with you?" Logan dug around in his pockets.
"A quarter, 2 dimes, and 7 pennies. 52 cents."
"If we pool are money, we can take a bus." Michael started walking faster.
"We?"
"Yes WE. Anyway, we're here." Michael stopped outside a house. Logan recognized it as Charlie's, a kid from school. Charlie was a good blader, but a little hot-headed. What was going on?
"Charlie! Lets go!" Michael yelled. A door opened, a door closed, and Charlie was standing at the gate.
"Whats this all about anyway?" Logan asked.
"You'll see." Charlie said. After that, they went to two other houses and two other kids from Logan's school were waiting. Louis and Claire were both nice kids. As far as Logan knew. They were also bladers. Logan already knew this had something to do with beyblade. But what? It started to rain. The 5 kids ran to the bus stop. The bus came. The 5 of them dumped a bunch of change into the bus drivers hand. All the way there, Logan got more and more worried. What was this about? he wondered.
"This is our stop." Michael finally said. The 5 of them got off. They were in a part of town Logan had never been to before. The sun finally came out as they walked to a tall brick warehouse. There was a card slot on the door.
"Now what?" Logan asked.
"Now...we wait." Michael said. They hid behind a plant. Finally, someone came. He was about their age and was carrying a beyblade and launcher. He took out a card and swiped it. As the door was closing, Michael quickly grabbed the handle.
"Lets go everybody!" he whispered. Everyone filed in.
"What a-" Logan said, but Louis put his hand over Logan's mouth.
"Shh!" he whispered.
"Sorry. But what are we here for anyway?" Logan whispered.
"You know your buddy, Kris?" Logan froze.
"Y-yes..." Logan became quiet.
"Well he's here." Logan looked at Michael, eyes wide with surprise.
"Kris? Kris is here?"
"Yah, now lets move!" They ran down a narrow hallway and into what looked like a training room. There were treadmills, weights, and stadiums. Tons of them. Suddenly, the lights flashed on.
"Well well well," the short kid Logan had battled a few days ago walked into the room.
"What have we here?"
"Who is it?"
"Michael!" Logan frowned. Michael had never been one of his close friends. In fact, Logan wondered what Michael was doing here anyway.
"What is it?" Logan called.
"I need to talk to you. About something important. And bring your blade!" Logan froze.
"M-my blade?"
"Yes! Just hurry up!" Logan ran back to the porch and picked up Seaborg and his launcher. He thought about going into the house, but he decided otherwise. He slowly walked to the fence and opened it. Michael began walking. Logan followed.
"Where are we going anyway?" Logan inquired.
"To a few houses. Then, downtown."
"Downtown!?" Logan cried.
"Yah, why?"
"Well thats pretty far isnt it?"
"How much money you got with you?" Logan dug around in his pockets.
"A quarter, 2 dimes, and 7 pennies. 52 cents."
"If we pool are money, we can take a bus." Michael started walking faster.
"We?"
"Yes WE. Anyway, we're here." Michael stopped outside a house. Logan recognized it as Charlie's, a kid from school. Charlie was a good blader, but a little hot-headed. What was going on?
"Charlie! Lets go!" Michael yelled. A door opened, a door closed, and Charlie was standing at the gate.
"Whats this all about anyway?" Logan asked.
"You'll see." Charlie said. After that, they went to two other houses and two other kids from Logan's school were waiting. Louis and Claire were both nice kids. As far as Logan knew. They were also bladers. Logan already knew this had something to do with beyblade. But what? It started to rain. The 5 kids ran to the bus stop. The bus came. The 5 of them dumped a bunch of change into the bus drivers hand. All the way there, Logan got more and more worried. What was this about? he wondered.
"This is our stop." Michael finally said. The 5 of them got off. They were in a part of town Logan had never been to before. The sun finally came out as they walked to a tall brick warehouse. There was a card slot on the door.
"Now what?" Logan asked.
"Now...we wait." Michael said. They hid behind a plant. Finally, someone came. He was about their age and was carrying a beyblade and launcher. He took out a card and swiped it. As the door was closing, Michael quickly grabbed the handle.
"Lets go everybody!" he whispered. Everyone filed in.
"What a-" Logan said, but Louis put his hand over Logan's mouth.
"Shh!" he whispered.
"Sorry. But what are we here for anyway?" Logan whispered.
"You know your buddy, Kris?" Logan froze.
"Y-yes..." Logan became quiet.
"Well he's here." Logan looked at Michael, eyes wide with surprise.
"Kris? Kris is here?"
"Yah, now lets move!" They ran down a narrow hallway and into what looked like a training room. There were treadmills, weights, and stadiums. Tons of them. Suddenly, the lights flashed on.
"Well well well," the short kid Logan had battled a few days ago walked into the room.
"What have we here?"
“In the course of twenty crowded years, one parts with many illusions. I did not wish to lose the early ones. Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen again.” -Jim Burden (My Ántonia)