Kaji: Hi everyone! This is the first fic created by David, Sarah, and myself. So I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: We do not own Bionicle, but basically we own every character in this story.

A/N: This story is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locations are used fictionously. Other Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors' imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locals, or people (living or dead) is entirely coincidental.

The Toa of Avalon Nui

By not-a-hacker

A Kaji Production

The Teens

Badru Carlson was taller than most teens. He was also different, too. Unlike all the others, his skin was dark, his eyes were orange, and his hair was a bright golden yellow and fell over the tips of his ears. He liked it. No one could or would ever be like him... well maybe there were those who looked like him or acted a bit like him, but they could never fully be him.

He favored 7th grade Science classes because they taught astronomy, which he loved. But one problem. He was a Freshman. Freshman in Chicago's Guild High School were often teased and pushed around by the Juniors, who thought that they were better than them. Luckily, Badru got off easily, because he was taller than the Juniors anyway.

Badru had a hard time though. His father was heavy drinker, his mother was abusive, and his older brothers and sisters treated him like filth. He was just barely passing school with strait C's. He got into fights with other Freshman. He was arrested... once. He had little or no money. And he only just had his hopes and dreams and one friend to count on.

Through the wear and tear of his soul, he found that there was a good side to this: there were place he could go and feel safe from the world. He went to the library to relax. He'd walk miles to get to get out of the city and look at the stars. His one friend, Adrian Leif, is the only one to understand his pain and will to go where no man or woman has gone before.

Well, I guess you could say this was an ordinary weekend for young Mr. Carlson. But then again, how could he have gotten into the mess he just had?

(Next Person!)

Between her busy schedule, Shiva Malcruss was able to fit some time for her buds and herself to hang out in an in cream shop in the Downtown Chicago. Usually she would be studying for a test or reading a book or collecting a few things. But today was her time for fun and excitement. School would be ending next week and She, plus three other students from her school, were to be sent to some camp to get to know each other and work together as a team.

Shiva, being the bright girl as she was, already knew who the teens were. Two were Freshman and the other was a Senior. She, herself, was a Sophomore. Her and her group were the most popular girls in the school... but they were also the shyest, she being the most timid of all. No boyfriend, no cute guy, no body ever asked her to some lame school dance. But that didn't matter to her.

She was like the other girl teens in her school: baggy hip-hugging jeans, body tight shirts that feel to the waist, Converse high tops or Vans skateboarding shoes, and chains everywhere. She wasn't pretty, but she was appealing to the eye; she had a homely look to her, and was thinner and shorter than most. But she was unique all the same. She had dyed her waist long hair a violet hue and the last inch was dyed a bright neon jade color. Her eyes were emerald green.

She sat chatting with her best friends, oblivious to the world around them. They laughed. They told jokes. They sang songs off key. And, best of all, they told each other everything. Shiva enjoyed this life, but wished for more. A life of adventure and of surprises. Why didn't she help others in need?

(Next!)

Adrian Leif couldn't count how many times she had looked for help and hadn't gotten it. It got her mad, yes, but she had other things to worry about. She had been talking to her best friend on the phone, when he hadn't said anything back. This had ticked her off.

Now she was running down the street. The albino girl turning this way and that, looking for her friend, but he wasn't there. Her torn and ripped jeans often causing her to stumble. Her black tank top soaked with sweat. She brushed her chin length black hair behind her ear. Her flip-flops smacking her feet. Where was he?

(Who now?)

Dustin Davis tapped the keys to her computer. Pinball was her best game, and she always got a high score at it. Her big blue eyes watching the screen intently. Her shoulder length pink hair, lay lazily about her face. She sat in her pj's and slippers and robe.

"Common. Common! Common!" She said to the computer. She looked at her score. "YES!" She had beat her high score. She heard the sound of what sounded like a gunshot. She looked out her window with interest. She knew it was none of her business, but... She looked at the fallen teenage boy who had been shot. She looked for him... he had left. Where'd he go?