Beyblade Metal Clans: Rise of Terror Bull.

A Story by RANDOMNESS.com

It was a cold day out, and it was made colder by a stiff wind that bit at Angelo's face as he walked along the sidewalk. The snow stung his eyes, making them water. He pulled his jacket tighter around him, and walked on. Unfortunately, he should have been watching where he was going. He suddenly ran into a rail, and fell! Thinking to him self, "Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.", all the way down. He should have remembered about the canyon. Suddenly, he saw the River flying up to meet him, and that was the last thing he saw.

When he woke up, he was sitting in a pool of warm water instead of the icy river. His clothes were soaked, but he didn't want to leave the water's warmth. Suddenly, he became painfully aware of people in cloaks watching him. A man with deep wrinkles, and snow white hair and mustache stepped forward. "Welcome."

"W... Where am I?"

"You are in the realm of beyclan."

"Bey what?"

"Beyclan. The makers of beys. We have saved your life."

"Thanks." Angelo started to get up.

"I wish it was that easy, but we could only save your life. Not your body. As far as anyone knows, you're dead."

"I...I...I'M DEAD!?"

"No, but everyone thinks you are."

"BUT-"

"NO BUTS!" A sandy haired man roared.

"Calm yourself Bill." The old man said sternly. "The only way you can return to the world is to start in a new body. When we do this we usually prefer to have them become bladers in the metal clans."

"Metal clans?"

"Yes, clans of bladers who live together for the rest of their lives."

"But-"

"NO BUTS!" Bill roared again. The old man glared at him with a poisonous glance. Then turned back to Angelo.

"Well young friend, what do you say?"

"Well...It sounds like I don't have a choice." The old man was obviously pleased.

"Very good. Follow us." The old man shuffled out of the room with Bill following along with the other eight people. Angelo followed. He seemed to be in a trance. They led him along a warm, dark hall to three doors. They led him through the door marked one. When he entered he was in a room similar to the one they had been in, but the walls were blue instead of pink. "we'll leave you for now." The old man jolted Angelo back to reality. "you must bathe in this pool. It will feel relaxing at first, but it will soon become excruciatingly painful. Stay in the pool until the pain stops. Oh, and you may feel yourself being jerked down into the pool near the end. Don't try to stop it, Just stay submerged until you feel it let go. The reason we are leaving is because you have to take off all your clothes." He pointed to a robin's egg blue robe hanging on a wall. "Put that on when you're done." With that, they left. So Angelo took off his clothes, and slid into the water as he had been told. It was indeed relaxing, and smelled of vanilla. Angelo was just getting to like this strange bath, when suddenly, the water turned brown, stank like vinegar, and burned his skin like fire. Angelo let out an agonized scream that he didn't think himself capable of. He had to force himself not to jump out of the water. Angelo didn't know how long he'd been in this torturous bath, but it felt like eternity. Finally he could have sworn he felt hands grip his ankles like vices, and he was pulled under. At first he fought, but the old man's words boomed in his head. " Don't fight." So he didn't. As soon as he stopped fighting, the pain stopped. As he climbed out, and put on the robe, and the old man came in.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah"

"look in the mirror." Angelo walked over to a full length mirror on the wall. There he say a young man with green eyes, and hair to match. The skin was very pink.

"Don't worry, the pink will go away. Well, on to the next room.

They walked over to the second door, and entered. There were racks of clothes everywhere. Angelo felt like he'd just walked into a clothing store, but with only a robe on. "Take your pick." The old man urged. Angelo chose a tie-dye shirt with the sleeves and collar ripped off, the front torn open down to the top of the stomach, and it was torn off just above belly-button level. Then he chose a pair of camouflage cargo-pants. Then the old man gave him a pair of socks and shoes, and led him to a rack of accessories. "Chose one." He rasped. Angelo spied a ring with a large green stone on it. He picked up the ring, and nodded at the old man. The old man nodded back, and Angelo slipped the ring on. It was a perfect fit. the old man led him to a dressing room where he changed into his new clothes. Then the old man led him out, and through the third door. When they entered the rest of the people in cloaks were waiting for them. It seemed like a blacksmith's shop.

"NOW BOY, you'll have to chose which clan you'll live with for the rest of your life." Bill roared.

"What are the choices?" An old woman stepped forward.

"There are four clans; clan Earthshock, clan Firefury, clan Royal, and Clan Shadowscythe. Earthshock bladers usually are okay, but are also temperamental. Firefury bladers usually are always hot headed, and will pick a fight with just about anyone. Royal bladers are usually snooty, and look down their noses at others. Shadowscythe bladers are despite their name and their mysterious ways are the lowest, yet friendliest clan of bladers.

"Your choice decides your destiny. A blonde woman told him. Angelo figured that if the Shadowscythe clan was the friendliest, then he would find it easier to be accepted.

"I'll chose Shadowscythe."

"As you wish." said a young man with raven black hair. He turned and walked to the four forges lined up along the wall. As he approached, he turned to one with deep purple flames arcing out of it. He picked up a pair of long blacksmith's tongs, reached into the forge, and pulled out an object. The man dunked the object into a trough of water, and pulled it out. Angelo could see it was some sort of top.

"State your name." The old man rasped.

"Angelo" The blonde woman came forward, and clipped a Chain to his belt loops. On the chain was a strange token shaped like a sleek top. It was wrought iron, but it was studded with obsidian.

"This is your starter token, The others will be just plain metal unless you do something amazing."

"Token?"

"It shows your rank in the clan." Bill stated.

"I hope you enjoy clan life Angelo." The old man stated, and the raven haired man gave angelo the top.

"This is your bey." He stated blandly." Judging by the facebolt, energyring, and fusionwheel its name is Terror Bull."

"Death Bull?"

"Yes, your clanmates will train you." Said the old man. "Follow us." with that they left the room, and angelo followed, but they used a door in the side of the shop instead of the one they came in. Beyond the door was a dark room with four black pillars with glowing marks on them. "Portal master." The old man called. Bill stepped forward, spread his arms out, and roared.

"CLAN SHADOWSCYTHE!" The markings on the pillars turned a deep purple, and a large purple ball of energy appeared in the center of the room. "Step into the portal." Bill urged. Angelo looked to the old man, but he only nodded encouragingly. So angelo stepped into the churning ball of energy. As soon as he did he had the sensation of falling, and suddenly he landed on his back with a painful jolt. He realized he was at the edge of a city in front of an abandoned warehouse. Suddenly he saw the door open a crack, and a shy face peeked out.

To be continued.