Haku: Welcome to yet another Fanfic, this one called 'Doomed to Die."
Hillary: Yes, and I'm helping with the Author's notes this time.
Y. Haku: Which means I have to put up with you.
Hillary: -Hits him upside the head-
Haku: Let's just get on with it, shall we?
DISCLAIMER:
If I owned Beyblade, I'd be sitting in a mansion somewhere in Japan. Right now, I'm sitting in a very large house in Australia, so no own, no sue.
NOTE:
The person in the title is whose point of view the chapter's in.
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Tyson's problem
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"Shit." It was the only word I could think of to describe what I felt right now. I looked up at the doctor angrily. "You're fucking with me aren't you? There's no way that's possible." It couldn't be true. It just couldn't! Sure, I'd had a nagging cough for awhile now... but...
"I'm sorry, but I'm not. 'fucking with you' as you so bluntly put it, it's all true. You have cancer of the lung." The faceless doctor in front of me said. I felt a hand upon my shoulder and looked up into my grandfather's eyes. I was shocked to see that there were tears there.
"Well, little Amigo," He said in a kind of defeated voice, "Now we know why the cough medicine didn't work."
I scowled and looked from one to the other. I didn't want pity or words right now, I wanted to break something. I thought I just had a normal everyday cold. We'd gone to the optometrist because there was something wrong with my vision. See for awhile now, my vision has been really blurry, and my blading was suffering because of it. So Grandpa and I went to the optometrist to see what could be done about it. Apparently there was a build-up of fluids behind my eyes. I got contacts for that, but the optometrist said that there may be another cause for the problem somewhere else in my body, so Grandpa and I toddled off to the doctors. Shit. I never imagined this would happen.
"Is there something you can do?" I pleaded to the doctor.
He shook his head sadly. "The cancer has spread too far throughout your body. I'm sorry Tyson; you have two months to live at the most."
"Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshit." I couldn't take it. I didn't want to die.
"I'm sorry Tyson."
I just glared.
Shit, I was dying, and there was nothing I could do about it. One thing was for sure though, the Bladebreakers wouldn't know about this. I would stay quiet about it as long as I could. Fuck, I'm not ready for this!
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Haku: Okay, it was really short, but it's only a prologue. So tell me what you think, should I write more?
Hillary: Yes, and I'm helping with the Author's notes this time.
Y. Haku: Which means I have to put up with you.
Hillary: -Hits him upside the head-
Haku: Let's just get on with it, shall we?
DISCLAIMER:
If I owned Beyblade, I'd be sitting in a mansion somewhere in Japan. Right now, I'm sitting in a very large house in Australia, so no own, no sue.
NOTE:
The person in the title is whose point of view the chapter's in.
~~~
Tyson's problem
~~~
"Shit." It was the only word I could think of to describe what I felt right now. I looked up at the doctor angrily. "You're fucking with me aren't you? There's no way that's possible." It couldn't be true. It just couldn't! Sure, I'd had a nagging cough for awhile now... but...
"I'm sorry, but I'm not. 'fucking with you' as you so bluntly put it, it's all true. You have cancer of the lung." The faceless doctor in front of me said. I felt a hand upon my shoulder and looked up into my grandfather's eyes. I was shocked to see that there were tears there.
"Well, little Amigo," He said in a kind of defeated voice, "Now we know why the cough medicine didn't work."
I scowled and looked from one to the other. I didn't want pity or words right now, I wanted to break something. I thought I just had a normal everyday cold. We'd gone to the optometrist because there was something wrong with my vision. See for awhile now, my vision has been really blurry, and my blading was suffering because of it. So Grandpa and I went to the optometrist to see what could be done about it. Apparently there was a build-up of fluids behind my eyes. I got contacts for that, but the optometrist said that there may be another cause for the problem somewhere else in my body, so Grandpa and I toddled off to the doctors. Shit. I never imagined this would happen.
"Is there something you can do?" I pleaded to the doctor.
He shook his head sadly. "The cancer has spread too far throughout your body. I'm sorry Tyson; you have two months to live at the most."
"Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshit." I couldn't take it. I didn't want to die.
"I'm sorry Tyson."
I just glared.
Shit, I was dying, and there was nothing I could do about it. One thing was for sure though, the Bladebreakers wouldn't know about this. I would stay quiet about it as long as I could. Fuck, I'm not ready for this!
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Haku: Okay, it was really short, but it's only a prologue. So tell me what you think, should I write more?