Author's Notes:

"Doctor! Doctor! She appears to have awoken from her three month coma!"

"…who?"

LOL. ..Okay, randomness. But seriously, I checked, and it has been three, almost four months since I last uploaded anything on this site. :S Meh. What can I say? I got lazy, had no inspiration whatsoever, and the Twilight songfic I wrote I kinda didn't save. . Gah. Yesh, I am really stupid sometimes. Anyways, I think I'll actually rewrite it. But with a better song. :P …When I find one XD

Anyhow, this just sorta came to me. I'm in love with the plot, but I'm not too fond of the writing. Frankly, it sucks. But I've realized that it's the best anyone's going to get out of me, so here it is. Enjoy. ;)

Disclaimer: Don't own Bionicle. Bleh

Ville watched their target with venomous green eyes. The two unsuspecting Toa on patrol duty around their last remaining village on the entire island moved closer. Ville glanced at his 'partner' on the mission, Parasite. He was a twisted experiment who could take the shape of a certain individual after absorbing their life force. Ville could do the same, but in his case, he had to obtain the Kanohi of the individual. Parasite was, unfortunately, not very bright. Ville hated being paired with idiots. They always brought him down. Then again, if you got stuck with a smart-ass they ended up giving orders even if you were of superior rank.

The Dark Hunter stared disapprovingly at Parasite for a moment before whispering, "Alright, they're coming closer. Strike fast. I'll take the one on the left. You get the other one, okay?" Ville drew his dagger when he spoke.

Parasite nodded and held up his clawed hand, ready.

The Dark Hunter held his breath and stayed completely silent, just like he was trained to. Now pray the other one had received some training as well and could-

"SKEE!!!" Parasite burst out of their hiding place shrieking way earlier than the ideal moment, and tackled one of the Toa, sinking his fangs into his neck.

Okay, so he wasn't stealthy, but at least he was fast with his kills. Cover blown, he lunged forwards and plunged his dagger into the other Toa's back before he could call for help. The Toa stiffened, then fell to the floor, lifeless. Grinning, he kneeled down to retrieve his victim's mask, trying to ignore Parasite's annoying loud screeches. If the mission failed, it would undoubtedly be the fault of that dumb beast.

He fingered the Kanohi for a moment, before he put it on his face. He felt his face warm up and a tingling in various areas of his body, then a sharp pain as his body changed. Damn good thing this Toa's form wasn't so different form his own. Imagine if he had to transform into a Matoron. His colouring lightened from the pitch-black he used to be. His eyes changed colour and shape.

And then it was over. Flexing his fingers, Ville tuned to see how Parasite was doing. He had already transformed. Ville frowned. He didn't like it when other people were better than him at anything.

"You ready?" he asked. His voice shocked him. It was no longer gruff, but smooth and with a slight accent the Matoran from an island he had been to once all possessed. Damn Toa. Ville hated that accent. That's why he killed more Matoran than absolutely necessary on that particular mission. He sighed. Maybe he should've taken the other Toa instead.

Parasite stared back at him. "Yes… I…think."

Ville rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on."

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Tahn rolled over in his bed, troubled. The two Toa that had volunteered to go on patrol for a while had come back, though he forgot exactly who they were. Everything was a blur. He sighed. Damn it, as the leader of the Toa Kahlok, he shouldn't be lying around with headaches. They were in a desperate position – most of the island had been taken over by Wrath's men and there were only seven of them left. Seven out of the glorious eighteen they used to be. He got out of bed and wandered over to the room where the Toa were all gathered.

"I see we're all here."

Kain, Toa of Ice, nodded, but said no more.

Jasma, Toa of Fire, grunted from his seat, nervously eyeing Merl, the water Toa. Tahn wasn't completely sure, but he had overheard Lumur saying that they had just recently broken up or something. There was some tension between the two, which wasn't good given their current situation. Tahn was tempted to give another one of his 'Unity, Duty, Destiny' speeches, but knowing how much his brothers disliked them and that he'd probably just lose their attention, he restrained himself.

Rooku shifted nervously. Gemma blinked his big red eyes twice, then looked down.

Tahn sighed. Those two were always quietly whispering and being shy. Gemma was fairly intelligent and always had something good to say, but only when asked. And Rooku was his best friend. Only friend. He got along with the other Toa, but could never really open up to them.

Lumur, meanwhile, was stifling a laugh. Tahn raised an eyebrow suspiciously. What was he up to?

Kain finally broke the awkward silence. "So what do we do now?"

He was talking about battle tactics, of course, but Jasma stood up abruptly. "I'm going for a walk." No one stopped him as he stormed away.

Merl sighed after he left and slumped back against the wall, fighting back tears. "I'm… I've got to go." She excused herself from her brothers and left through the opposite door.

Tahn frowned as she walked past. "Okay guys, what went wrong? I thought they were getting along fine."

No one answered.

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It hurt her to see him so sad. He loved her, it was obvious. His affection might as well have been put on display for the whole world to see. And she loved him back… or so she thought.

But Kain had made her doubt that. It wasn't his fault… okay, so it was, but it wasn't intentional. He was just so kind and gentle. He had a way of keeping his calm in any situation, and had a subtle sense of humor she'd grown to appreciate. His clear ice-blue eyes seemed to be able to see right through her, and he could understand her feelings, see through her point of view, and correct her where she was wrong. She never had that kind of bond with Jasma.

Of course Kain knew nothing about it. He, like everyone else, was under the impression that she liked Lumur. The Toa of Air had been the last to talk to her before she broke up with Jasma. But while she respected Lumur as a fellow Toa, she never felt anything beyond friendship for him. Rooku had come to her yesterday inquiring about Lumur though…

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"Tahn! There's a battalion outside the village gates!"

The Toa of Magnetism snapped to attention. "What?"

Jasma ran into the room, swinging the door open. The piece of wood smacked into the wall with a pitiful smack and one of the hinges detached.

Next to the Toa of Magnetism, Gemma winced.

Rooku frowned. "What… what's happening?"

Jasma stood there panting. "They're attacking… and their numbers are greater than I've ever imagined. We're doomed."

Tahn growled angrily. "I won't have you lot giving up. We're going out there, and we'll fight. If we die, then so be it. We'll die heroes."

Rooku narrowed his eyes. "Who appointed you leader?"

The Toa of Magnetism snarled. "Larm did before he died. I told you."

Rooku growled in response. "And how do we know that? We've got nothing but your word as proof."

Tahn gripped his weapon. "Stand down. I'm warning you. This is no time to be fighting amongst ourselves, not with a hostile army at our gates. So either do as I ask or don't do anything at all."

The other Toa shot him a defiant glare. "Fine, we'll fight. But that doesn't mean I agree with you."

Jasma, who had been watching the whole exchange with his hand on his blade hilt nodded in relief, glad that they'd come to a truce at least. "I'll go round up the other Toa and any able-bodied Matoran."

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Tahn stood in between the battalion of fierce-looking creatures from Mata-Nui-knows-where and his brothers and the Matoran. Fingering his large axe, his orange-red eyes stared straight ahead.

They were of intimidating numbers, but if he let them scare him they were all done for. No, he had to stand his ground.

The two sides stood facing each other for what seemed like an eternity, but each second that passed only increased the tension.

And then the being who seemed to be in control of the army gave some silent order and pointed straight ahead. They charged.

Tahn's grip on his weapon tightened and he leaned forwards to parry the frenzy of swords, knifes, and whatever weapons this monsters thought of. Wherever he saw anything, he'd hack, and where there was no shielding he'd make a lunge for it. It was incomprehensible chaos, his mind wouldn't function properly, and it was only raw instinct that kept him going. The Toa of Magnetism didn't know how long he kept going like that. Now and again, he'd get hit, but it was nothing severe.

And then he saw the huge battleaxe coming down at him. Tahn tried to raise his weapon to parry it, but found his axe pinned down on the floor by another weapon. A Toa weapon. He turned and saw the face of the traitor, sneering back at him. The cold merciless eyes seemed to laugh at him. Tahn felt among his other emotions a surge of anger as he tried to raise his axe.

Too late. The battleaxe slammed down into his shoulder. He screamed. The pain spread from his shoulder. The Toa of Magnetism collapsed onto the floor, wincing. His eyes were losing focus, but his hearing was never as sensitive as it was at that very moment when he heard the taunting voice of the traitorous Toa.

"Sorry, sir. It's nothing personal. Just that in order for my mission to succeed, you… kind of have to be dead."

Author's Notes: …Now that wasn't too bad, huh? Like, I can still write, right? Hope so… exam results weren't too encouraging. Then again, it was French and I can't write French for my life. :P Still, I could've come up with a better plot . …Except they gave me like, what, 200 words? ….Okay, rambling over. :P

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P.S. …I need a title. :S Someone find me a title. Please.