Beyblade Burst Adventures

The Night of the 13th

In which we see an alternate universe where Daigo is on his way to a Beyblade summer camp, where he's going to spend three months playing Beyblade with his peers and having fun in the sun. Only, there's going to be a slight hitch in that when he discovers the dark, hidden underbelly of Camp Crystal Bey.

-----

"Well, well, you don't look very happy for someone on their way to camp."

I glance to the seat beside me as he sits down in it, muttering, "Hey, Ukyo."

"Come now, what's with the long face?"

"... My parents think sending me to a summer camp will make me forget that my little brother is in a hospital," I tell him under my breath, my voice catching a growl at the end. "They didn't even give me a choice in the matter."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that," Ukyo replies quietly, his expression softening with sympathy.

"It's not your fault." I look back to my lap, sighing softly and closing my eyes. "I just hope that when I get there, I can convince the camp director to let me go home. And even if he doesn't, I'll just hoof it back."

"I'm sorry to say that... Will be impossible," A new voice chimes in, causing us both to look to the seats in front of us and find that the only boy sitting there has turned to face us. He stares down at us with amber eyes shadowed by his hood and cap. "Sorry to interrupt, I just couldn't help but overhear."

"It's a simple summer camp," I simple say, brushing off the fact that he eavesdropped for now. "How hard can it be to split?"

"Quite hard, actually. The counselors will be crawling all over the place day and night, watching everything like hawks. The camp grounds will be completely fenced in and guarded like a prison. They'll check your bags daily to make sure you're not hiding any dangerous weapons or tools of escape. You'd have to be from Assassin's Creed to escape, especially once you're accounted for."

I blink, slightly taken aback by that, and raise an eyebrow. "But this is just a Beyblade camp. Why all the fuss?"

A grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, curling them upwards into a creepy smile. "Do you really wanna know?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Okay, but don't blame me when you start getting scared..." He chuckles darkly, then he glances at the driver of the bus warily before leaning closer to us, dropping his voice to a whisper, "Back in the year 1957, the first death ever was recorded at the camp."

"A death?" Ukyo whispers back, his eyes widening in shock. "Who was it?"

"A first-year Blader whose real name has been forgotten and replaced by the name of Red Eye. No one knows exactly what caused his death, but from the reports they gathered, it seemed to be that he mysteriously drowned while swimming in the bay."

"That's it? No sign of a shark attack or anything?"

The boy shakes his head. "The other campers all said he was there one moment and gone the next. The counselors didn't see because they had been distracted."

"Distracted by what, exactly?" I ask, and he simply shrugs. "Well, I can see why they'd want to keep all the kids in line after something like that." Then I realize something and stiffen, looking back to him. "Hold on, you said Red Eye was the first death? There were more?"

He outright grins at me, like he had just been waiting for me to figure that out. "Oh, yeah. There were a lot more deaths after Red Eye... And they were all horrible murders!"