Mysteries Beyond Hell: Beyblade Burst Fanfic

Prologue: The Day of Judgement

All Valt could ever see was darkness. It was everywhere in his eyes. He never felt so tired before. As much as he wanted to close his eyes more, he started to slowly open them. All he could see again was darkness, but with a small lighted area that dimmed down to where he lied down on the cold, bare ground.

"Where am I?" Valt wondered as he glanced around the seemingly empty, yet endless room. At first, he thought he was dreaming until he was sure he had felt the coldness creep into his skin when he went to sleep. Plus, the fact that his feeling was about as real as he normally felt was a good sign that he was alive. But he felt strange....he felt colder than usual. The room was not that cold to him. Rather the temperature was temperate with a light cool breeze that swept his skin and his azure locks.

"I don't remember ever being sick." Valt was a healthy, young boy. He was very active and always stood in the warm, embracing rays of the sun. Though he was not very athletic, he had boundless energy like any normal and healthy young kid. Now he's not within the familiar landscape of his home. The grass blades that swayed to the sides by the cool breeze, the warm summer heat that engraved on his body, and the faces of smiling people that were going on about their normal day. The only place he was held in was dark, warm, and endless.

The blue-haired boy started to grow anxious. What if he had been kidnapped? What if someone came into his house and lured him away? What if he had been caged into a prison? He started to grow scared and felt sick with apprehension. Sweat unconsciously rolled down his forehead from his triggered anxiety. He frantically look around the room in hopes for an exit. He quickly stood on his two feet and scrambled around into the darkness. The thought of what was possibly inside the dark was the last thought that crossed the scared boy's panicked state. He sprinted and sprinted into what seemed like long hours of endurance. Finally, his hopes started to revive as he saw a light. Valt went toward it in high speeds none of his friends would ever believe he would achieve. As he went to it with glee, he stopped at it to see if there was a door. However, his mind was baffled when he could not find a door and could go through the light. Then, he realized something. This was the same spot he was on when he first woke up to the room.

"Argh!! I went into a full circle!!" the young boy cried out with anguish. He tried to go the other side and repeated the same process only to end up in square 1.

By now, the frustration started to kick into his system. Like a stubborn mule he is that won't accept the reality of his situation, the blue-haired tried to go through other ways in hopes the exit door might be somewhere. None of these attempts managed to boast desirable results as he had anticipated.

"What am I going to do now?!" Valt inquired of himself to try to think of a solution, "I'm stuck in this darn place and I don't even know where I am!!" Suddenly, he had the idea to call for help. He had learned in safety class to always yell for help, and that was one of the surprisingly good things he can do. At least, that was what most people thought he was ever good for when they first met him and up to now: yelling and screaming like a fan girl. He decided that now was a good time to try to scream on the top of his lungs until some bystander heard his cry and comes to rescue him. Though some people might think of this as a stupid idea as the kidnapper could hear them, Valt was one of the people that does action first before putting logic and reasoning to the situation.

"HELP!!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!! I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED AND I NEED HELP!!! SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!" Valt shouted, but no one or anything seemed to reciprocate his cries and pleas. The room was eerily silent and no noise stirred in the room other than Valt's hyperactive screams.

"CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?! SOMEONE CALL FOR HELP!!! I DON'T WANT TO D- *coughs*," the blue-haired boy started to choke as he painfully gasped for air. Now he knew that there was no point in continuing as nothing seemed to respond to him. As his throat started the process of recuperation, he began to curse his safety class for giving him useless information. Or...was he suppose to scream when someone was on the verge of taking him away in their stowaway white van and not within the room of the kidnapper's house?