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Back Again

Chapter 1

It was a cold night. A lone figure stood at the foot of a mountain, just outside of a cave. To this stranger the number of clouds always shone how many choices were left.

"You should come inside before you get a cold." Another figure stood in the cave by a fire. The stranger blew wind in to the flames, but the fire didn't move, instead just licking hungrily at the fire wood.

"I've decided to go back." The stranger staring out at the sky muttered. "I want to go home."

"Even after what they did to you?"

"Yes, even after that. It's the only place left." A tear slid down the stranger's face, before he wiped it off with a red sleeve. "See you later, you were a good friend. Thanks for everything."

"Hey, we went through the same thing. It's the least I can do."

"Bye." That was the last thing the figure said before it disappeared with a swift breeze of the wind.

Meanwhile at the G-revs annual get together

"It's been a whole year," Kai started. This was a rare occurrence as Kai barely talked, much less started a discussion.

"Yeah, a year,' Ray commented fiddling with his hair uncomfortably.

"We shouldn't have done that guys. What have we done, but hurt the poor guy. I mean we deserted when he needed us, walked out on him and then we-we killed him." Max was having a hard time choking it out.

"Man, I can't believe we did that. I know we all needed the money for other things, but did we have to kill Tyson for it?"

"Whoa Diachi, that's pretty deep for you."

"Shut up Kai! Tyson didn't need you. You should have seen him when you just left the team."

"Guy's this isn't necessary. What's done is done."

"How can you say that Max, he was your best friend too!" Kenny screamed the last part out at Max; his eyes (wait does he even have eyes?) wavered with sadness.

"Well, well what do I owe the pleasure of running into the bladebreakers on this fine day, or is it evening now? I know you were always nit-picky about those sort of things, Ray…" The room went quiet. The speaker stood up from his corner in the shadows, and he dusted himself off.

"What are you doing here?" Ray said calmly; though it was perfectly clear his voice was laced with an iron edge. "Well whoever you are, you better move right along. I'm not in a good mood today."

"Why being sad over your friend that you killed so viscously?" Sarcasm was thick in the stranger's voice as he said the last 5 words of his speech. "Anyway I'm staying here until I judge your actions. This is a place I used to live. It will also be the battleground of your souls. It holds so many memories. Memories cut short by time, but that can't be helped. It has been a long time since I was here."

"What's your point? We're here to mourn not fight. It would be disrespectful to battle on these grounds."

"So you gonna launch that blade of yours, Maxie, cause the last time you respected your friend was way before you killed him. That's right I know you're the ones that murdered Tyson Kinomaya, the reigning World Champion. 4 knife wounds in all of his appendages and 2 in his heart. Which one of you drugged his soup so he would be knocked unconscious? Which one of you brought them back into the world? I can sense their presence all over you, fragments of corruption lodged in your minds." The stranger spoke calmly for all he said and in the shadows a crazy grin could be felt spreading across the man's face. "I can feel the guilt etched into your bodies. I can smell your fear…"

Ray shivered, the man was uncanny in his analysis of the corpse and something hot and angry rose up in him. An almost unfamiliar force of brutality, greed, and suspicion locked into his body. The uncontrollable felling spread like it had years ago, and he could feel the others affected by it too. Almost against his will, Ray shot out his bey at the stranger, eyes widening as his keen senses felt something more malevolent in his launch. A strange glee to kill, to maim this intruder.

It happened in midair, a launcher appeared and whipped Ray's Drigger on to itself, before the stranger pulled the rip cord sending it flying back, whizzing right past Ray's left ear. "Tut, tut. So hasty, the old Ray would never have done that, and you Kai, you're barely restraining yourselves. Those bit-beasts haven't been active lately. That's good. I guess I'll take my leave now. Be ready for Tyson, you guys. He's leading a new generation, and he's heading straight for you. Don't be worried he's still your friend, if you can face your flaws…" The last three sentences chilled everyone else in the room, the light-heartedness of the tone masking the threat, 'Tyson is alive, and he wanted revenge.' The cloaked figure vanished with the wind.

Mystified, Ray looked down at his bey, which he had ran to retrieve when it flew into the wall. A tiny sliver of his bey was chipped, and Ray cursed under his breath. "I swear I'll get him. I kill him for knowing too much, and for harming my pride."

End of Chapter 1: Back again

Please review this story nicely please. It's my first fanfic. I'm so happy I got the first chapter done!

Tyson: Wait you killed me?!

Me: Nah. I just put you out of the plot for a while. Though you will appear in this fic

Remaining bladebreakers: What are trying to do? Make us look like villains!

Me: Gotta run! Bye!