This the final chapter. Enjoy it and it will leave you a bit baffled trust me. I don't own MFB or the song Sadness and Sorrow trust me this sound is so sad but it fits this chapter.

A weak blader pushed himself through the doors of an abandoned warehouse. His red bey was in his hand its cut metal driving into his palm. He scanned the building for any serious threats, but there was none. Sighing, the blader sat down at on an old wooden crate and put his head in his scared hands.

"I failed just my luck." Hyoma said bitterly. "Now am I supposed to explain my failure to him?

"You won't have to." A scary yet familiar voice echoed through the warehouse. Hyoma's eyes widened in fear he jumped to his feet, but instantly regretted it. Hot fiery pain shot up his spine allowing him to let out a bloodcurdling scream. He fell to the floor squirming in burning agony

Aries dropped out of his hand, rolling out of his hand onto the floor. Hyoma tried to reach for him but the masked man stomped on his hand. Hyoma screamed, as fiery hot agony burned his way through his body. The man grabbed the fabric of Hyoma's collar hauling him up, into the air. The cotton fabric of his shirt dug into his neck choking him.

"Stop….it…..please…." Hyoma gasped.

The man or his boss smirked and turned Hyoma's head. "A shame, I guess I shouldn't have saved you from that burning house. Then you could've died along with your parents."

Hyoma let out a choked sob.

The man put more pressure on his neck. Hyoma's vision started to blackened, and he could've swore that he began to see the light.

"Stop it!" A shrill voice screamed. Instantly the grip on Hyoma's neck loosened and he fell to the ground coughing for air.

Slowly he looked, up and saw Madison. She wore a blue short sleeved shirt, and some black skinny jeans, she had long brown hair that went to her shoulders, she also had some black boots with blue trimming laced them.

Madison was staring at them in horror. "What are you doing?!"

The man huffed, turning to her. "Madison dear I was just teaching Hyoma a lesson."

"By choking him!" She said angrily. She rushed to Hyoma. She knelt by Hyoma taking his face in her hands. "Hyoma, speaks to me."

Hyoma breathed against her palm, smelling her scent. "M…Madison."

"Yeah it's me, what have you gotten yourself into?"

"Y….You s...See….I…I-"

The man suddenly broke their conversation, "Alright love birds break it up, and we have lots of work to do.

~~ 2 months later~~

( Start Sadness and Sorrow Song)

A steady hissing rain, poured down on the cloaked figures that was in the silent grave yard. All the people at were here a few hours ago had gone, leaving a pile of flowers at the grave. One of the figures was right in front of the grave, staring at it with remorseful eyes.

"I wish could just tell them." He said to himself.

"Tell them what?" A voice said behind him, he turned and saw his friend looking at him with hard eyes. "You know, we shouldn't be here and you're still recovering from that shot Hyoma gave you. *Okay that's a major hint*

"I know I shouldn't but I had to see it for myself."

"See what, it's just a tombstone."

"It's not just a tombstone, everyone thinks I'm dead now, including you."

The second figure rolled his eyes at his friend's wariness. "Okay, stop it it's not so hard being hidden, I've been doing it for years.

"Speak for yourself I'm new to this."

"D-" The second person became to say. But the first person interrupted him.

"Don't say me name, you said I had to choose a different name remember?"

The second person was taken back on how cold his friend's voice gotten. But he regained his posture, and replied. "Of course, sorry what was saying is that I have an idea.

"And what is that?"

"We need to keep an eye on the WBBA, seems to me their having some issues." The second person said calmly.

His friend nodded. "Your right Tsubasa's having problems with his inner darkness."

"Yeah, I noticed when I watched the battle with Hyoma. But he does have something in common with you,"

"What's that?"

"You both have some darkness lingering inside you."

The first figure eyes flashed a dark purple they dimmed before he growled. "Don't ever bring up that subject. You know I don't like talking about that."

The second person, snickered. "Alright, come on let's get going."

Nothing was ever going to be the same. Every person that was there that terrible night left with scars some physically and mentally. The WBBA was in cripples the director was having issues (mentally), the employees and even some of the legends were becoming suspicious of one another. Fresh wounds of betrayal ran deep in all the 14 (not including Hyoma) bladers that were there. The Legends were especially upset by once again losing one of their own. Hyoma was traitor to all of them now, and that wasn't going to change anytime soon.

The End.

I want to thank all the readers, reviewers, and the followers. And for what support you all gave me I am giving ya'll a sneak peak at the squeal. The Fragment of Treachery

I'm putting it in Italic.

He was cold; colder than he had ever felt in his life. Although his temperature was naturally at its normal temperature, he could still feel the chill deep within his bones. His body was trembling from anxiety and pain; his head throbbed as blood poured down the side of his face and coated his pale skin with a thick layer of red. He hissed silently as he curled in upon himself and tried to remember how he had ended up in his new 'home'.

His so called captor always kept him in either to positions. Either he was hung by his wrist one feet off the cold floor, in thick chains or shackled to the floor with his ankles tethered. Right now he was doing the second, shivering on the floor.

He considered himself to be strong, but that was until he met them and realized just how wrong he was. His normal clothes had been replaced with white dirty rags, his hair was in a tangled mess it was always in his face blocking out his green eyes, and countless bruises and cuts decorated his pale skin like a painted canvas. He probably would've been able to escape if it weren't for a thick chain wrapped tightly around his ankles. He couldn't do much if he was chained to the floor; it would be more convenient if the chains didn't prevent him from using most of his energy to struggle when he first got here.

The teenager shuddered thinking about how he got here in the first place. He was on a mission a solo mission to be exact. He was supposed to sneak in get some important information, out of this high-security building. But his plan utterly failed making him get into this situation. His ruthless captors had taken his bey leaving him defenseless he'd tried to fight against them physically but it didn't turn out well. The boy winced remembering the painful blows he'd received from his so called punishment.

Yes that is all I'm giving you. I'm planning on releasing the first chapter a few weeks from now, so probably before Christmas. Now that I'm finished with this I'll start working on Spirit Blades and Decisions so if anyone reads those look out for updates. Bye guys see you in the squeal.

TheMidnightMare~