Beyblade Burst Adventures

Always

In which Theodore sees the dangerous side of Resonance, and it causes him to do something horrible. He can only call Kurt for help... (High school Theokurt AU, everyone is seventeen.)

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I snatch up my phone from where I dropped it, then I push my back into the wall and slide to the floor. I turn on my phone, trying to steady my shaking hands as I find my messages and scroll through the contacts, letting out a shaking breath when I smear blood all over the screen.

I wipe my hand off on my sweater, then I wipe off the screen and select Kurt's contact, taking deep breaths to try and steady my hands before I force myself to write out the message.

you said i could come to you whenever, right

I keep breathing in and out as I quietly plead- pray that he'll get the text...

Yeah, I did. He sends after a couple minutes. Is everything alright?

no
i need you to come pick me up

I send him my address and wait again, then after a moment he replies. I'll be there in a flash!

After that I put my phone away and grab a bag from underneath my bed, then I grab some clothes and my sketchbook, shoving all of that into the bag. I go to grab Titanoboa and my launcher, but when I see my Bey I falter.

I lose myself in thought for a moment, reliving the horrors that happened not even ten minutes ago...

"You know what?" I hiss, glaring up at her and baring my teeth. "I am sick of being your punching bag... Now I'm going to show you how it feels!"

I overpower her quickly, fueled by rage, then from there I can't stop hurting her, tearing into her and splattering blood all over the place until...

She's just... Gone.

That anger... That feral aggression... Where did it come from? I've never had the capacity just to be frustrated... This...

This shouldn't have been possible.

"... Did you... Did you cause that, Titanoboa?..." I ask quietly, watching the eye of the snake flash before a quiet voice replies.

"It had to be done."

"..."

I grab it and my launcher and shove them in the bag, but I don't think I'll be battling for a while...

I grab my pencils and shove them into the bag, too, then I leave the room and creep down the stairs, dodging every spot that creaks when you step on it. The moment I step into the living room I'm hit by the powerful and nauseating smell of blood, doubling over as a fresh wave of nausea hits me and swallowing a dozen times to keep from throwing up.

I wait it out, then I slowly push myself up, holding my breath and raising a hand to hide the mess I made from my view. I give it a wide berth for extra measure as I creep over the door, wary of stepping in the crimson liquid pooling in the carpet.

When I reach the front door I pry it open and dart out, locking it and slamming it shut before I let out the breath I was holding. I gulp in every breath of fresh air I can get, but even outside, I'm not free from the faint stench of my mess- it's permeating in my clothes, my hair, my skin...

I just hope Kurt doesn't see it. The nighttime sky is pitch black with the new moon, but knowing my luck he probably has glow in the dark vision. After all, he has superhuman hearing...

Then I hear a truck pulling up and turn away from the door, able to see the headlights of Kurt's old pickup in the street. He turns on the light in the cab of the truck and climbs out, and as he comes around the front of the truck I duck out of the light back into the dark.