Hey Guys! I know this is weird and really I wasn't thinking of posting this but I thought what the hell!
This fic is one I wrote a loooooong time ago, I had a different name on fanfiction at that time, but anyway, so I hope you guys enjoy, it's a lot different from the fics I have written lately but oh well.
Tell me what you think yeah?
Well…
Disclaimer: I do not own beyblade just my characters and plot.
Enjoy…
Malicious Army
Chapter 1: Stranger Stranger
Stranger Stranger
In the street,
If by chance
That we shall meet.
Lightening flashed onto the disturbed sea, the raging waves danced dangerously with the mighty winds. Yet all this didn't disturbed the peaceful girl who stood at the shoreline, her cherry coloured eyes observed the ever-angrier sea and sky.
The ice-cold water hit her small feet yet she didn't feel it, like she didn't feel the brittle rain that hit her soft skin. Her blueberry coloured hair danced gracefully with the wind that grew stronger by the minute.
"Is the job done?" A low masculine voice asked, the creature that spoke looked like no normal human.
"It's done," the girl replied, not taking her wondrous eyes away from the sea. "Yet something new is stirring,"
"436, how many times have I told you not to talk such rubbish!" The creature snapped as he watched the girl with curiosity before he turned around and disappeared into the busy Siberian streets.
The rain continued to fall; each drop was harder and colder than the last. She suddenly felt a presence, her eyes finally left the angry sea and settled upon a window of a near by building.
She couldn't see her intruder, but as from instinct she knew exactly who he was.
"I'm coming," She whispered.
At that the boy disappeared, almost as if he heard her.
She took one last longing look at the sea before she turned around and headed back to her prison.
"436, Boris wants to see you." A young man said as he entered without knocking, the cell which she called home.
436 was lying on her bare bed with her eyes closed but as soon as the man entered her eyes snapped open as if sleeping was a crime.
She sat up and without a moments thought she was on her way to see her instructor, the not so human Boris.
436 never really had a proper home, when she was little her parents died saving her from their burning home. No one knows who or what caused this fire, there were suspicions that gang members done it but nothing was ever proved.
She had been six months old and since then she had been through uncountable foster home. Each one had come up with an excuse why they didn't want her. After a year or so of this she was taken in by the abbey and has been there ever since, under Boris' harsh and cruel care.
The blueberry haired girl walked down the maze like corridors that she knew all to well until she came upon the door of Boris' office. Her hand gripped the handle of the door and with just enough force she pushed it open.
"Ahh, 436." Boris smirked slowly as he motioned for her to sit down in the seat opposite him.
She sat down obediently and waited for what Boris had to say.
"I'd like to congratulate you for the successful completion of your last mission."
"Thank you sir." She replied in her usual monotone voice.
"Now like we agreed." Boris smirked wider, walking up to the young girl and holding out a small, thin rectangular package.
She reached out for the package, joy written all over her face. But that was a big mistake, just as she was about to take it Boris pulled away his left hand that held the package and with his right hand he hit 436 right across the face.
"Pathetic child, how many times have I told you to never show your emotions!" Boris said, his voice dripping with venom at the small girl sprawled on the ground in front of him.
436 looked up at her assaulter, hatred encoded in her eyes, but deep down she knew he was right even if no one else thought he was.
The package that Boris held dropped to the ground, right in front of her small hand, she picked it up before looking once more into hated eyes.
"Get out of my sight!" Boris boomed, as the girl picked herself up and walked out of the office.
436 made her way once more down the winding corridors. It was late in the evening and she was searching for her only friends. As she was the only girl that was placed through training in the abbey, the only friends she had were boys.
She was a happy twelve-year-old, well as happy as a kid could get in a prison. As she was a young girl she was never given any big jobs or missions as Boris called them. The missions got more dangerous as you grew older and many wouldn't come back once they left.
436 never had a name; unlike her friends she hadn't spent enough time with her true parents to be given a name. Boris, Voltaire and the boys that trained at the abbey always called her by her code name, 436, but she always longed for a true name.
"Tala? Ian?" she called out in no more than a whisper. The cameras that were plastered on every walls watched as she made her way swiftly outside, microphones were built into the walls too so you would always be heard.
She heard voices from the pavement area the abbey trainee's use for training and hoped that she would find her friends there. 436 turned a corner and found one of the stone dishes surrounded by boys.
She pushed aside some of the guys to get a closer look at what exactly was happening. There were two abbey trainees about to beybattle. 436 didn't recognise the two boys but knew they were of a higher year therefore more experienced.
The two guys finally released their blades and moved straight into attack, their strategy was one she hadn't learnt yet therefore 436 was extremely interested in the outcome. Her cherry coloured eyes lit up every time the blades collided and the sparks danced in Moscow's cold night air.
The battle ended quickly and the victor claimed his prize, the other's beyblade parts. Shortly after the battle she found her friends who were excitedly discussing the match.
"He so should have won!" Ian sulked as Tala laughed at him.
Her friends weren't the cold-hearted bastards everyone thought they would be after visiting the abbey. Sometimes 436 would envy them as they still could remember their families.
"Hey 436!" Spencer called out as he picked the thin girl over his shoulder causing her to laugh.
He continued to spin her around until the small girl could feel her head spin.
"Uhhh, I hate that name!" 436 finally said as Spencer put her down.
"Then give yourself another one!" Bryan smirked as he walked past her.
"How?"
"Just make one!" Bryan called out over his shoulder as he continued to wonder of into the darkened halls of the abbey. The sun had set hours ago and all that was left was the bleak but beautiful moon and stars that gave out the only light.
"Too bad we can't call you midget!" Tala laughed, "You're the smallest one out of us, that's apart from Ian."
"Hey!" Ian said sulkily.
"Mirror." Kai spoke for the first time since she was there.
"Mirror?" 436 repeated. "I like it!"
"Mirror it is!" Tala said finally.
"EVERYONE INSIDE NOW!" Boris shouted over the racket of the abbey trainees.
At this everyone fell silent not wanting the cruel punishment they knew would be given if they breathed out of place, not to mention if they spoke.
Mirror and her group of friends made their way quickly inside like many others and were just about to separate.
"Kai?" Mirror dared a whisper.
Kai's warm amber eyes looked upon her.
"Can I stay with you and Tala tonight?"
Kai nodded warmly and guided Mirror to their cell with Tala by his side.
Once they were in their room they could speak. The cells were the only places that weren't put under constant surveillance or listened to through microphones and for good reason.
The rooms were grey boxes with two doors, there were no windows and the only light source was the light bulb above them. There was also a toilet, a shower and a sink in a small room to the side. The boys were given rooms to share between two but as Mirror was the only girl in the abbey she had a cell to herself.
Kai and Tala's cell was a little more inviting as it held the feeling of life and energy unlike her own deathly quiet one. The abbey trainees weren't allowed to decorate their cells with anything. They weren't allowed photos or poster and definitely no electronic gadgets, this was always checked in a weekly inspection were the senior trainees would inspect the younger trainees cells.
Mirror sat down on Tala's bed as Tala inspected the bruise that now could be seen from her attack earlier.
'What did you do this time?' Tala asked as he went to get an icepack from the small freezer only they were allowed to have.
'I thought you completed your mission.' Kai joined in the conversation.
'Yeah I did, it was over this.' Mirror said as she threw the small package to Kai who caught it with ease.
'Wow, real milk chocolate!' Kai said finally as he unwrapped the brown bar.
Tala placed the icepack on Mirror's cheek and with her permission they shared the chocolate each one savouring the taste, as they knew they probably wouldn't taste it again for a very long time.
They were tiered and still hungry, but the three kids knew if they didn't get up the next morning they would be severely punished.
After finishing their last bit of chocolate they fell asleep on the one bed. Kai on one side, Tala on the other, and Mirror snuggled up in between.
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Ti