So, I've decided to start a new story! And this is a special story! Even if I get reviews begging me to stop, I'M NOT GOING TO! (insert evil laugh here) A note about my co-writer:

do0m is as insane as me. Here's the warning we came up with:

To the faint of heart and wimps; EVACUATE THE PREMISES NOW. In this story, there will be a MINIMUM of four character deaths. Read at your own risk.

We am not responsible for the following: Hurling, crying your eyes out, fainting, losing your sanity, suicide, an urge to jump off of very tall things, a magnetic attraction to knives, etc, etc.

Lucine's P.O.V.

I'm running around my kitchen, making last minute preparations. Everything, absolutely every small thing had to be perfect. My parents were finally coming home.

My dad is a big businessman, always on trips for his company and working extra hours. My mom is an important politician who traveled everywhere, leaving me at home to take care of myself. Today, though, is my birthday, one of the few, special days of the year both came home.

As I put out the last bowl of salad, I frown. My nose twitches as a rotten smell rises to it. What is it? Checking the fridge, I shrug. It wasn't the food. "I'll just ask mom and dad later." I decide.

The bell rings and I ran to find my mom there, smiling. I hug her tightly, and my mother just laughs. "Is your father here yet?" She asks.

"Not yet." I answer happily. Then, I look at the table and smack my forehead. "I forgot the carbonated water!"

"It's okay, sweetie." My mother insists, but I shake my head.

"I'll get it." I reply, grabbing my jacket. "Be back soon!" Nothing could go wrong.

You're probably thinking, how is this dark? Wait, there's MORE!

I'm walking home quickly, just waiting to see my parents. I stop when I'm almost there, sniffing the air. Burning? What food could've burned that badly?

I peek behind the corner, only for my eyes to fill with tears. My apartment building is the source, and the fire there had consumed everything. Dead bodies were piling up, and of them I saw my parents. I drop my bags and sag to my knees, tears on my cheeks.

Looking again, I notice four people dressed in odd clothing standing in front. One of them looks to the other. "The building's finished." I dug my fingernails into my palms- They did this?!

Before the other could respond, I shouted, "BASTARDS!" They tried to see where I was, but I was hidden by another building. "You ugly, idiot bastards! You deserve to die!"

"What are you talking about?" The first shouts, but I disregard his statement.

"You absolute imbeciles! If my weapons hadn't melted in the flames, I would have your heads!" I scream, my tears running down to my neck. I turn and run for the woods, crying all the while.

I reach an oak tree which I climb before sobbing. My home, my family, it's all gone. And it's not even their fault; it's the stupid ass guys from back there. I wasn't kidding about killing them; I kept two guns in the house and had swiss army knives in my room. But without those, I couldn't do anything about it.

A sound from below draws my attention. Slipping down, I look around to find a black-skinned man standing by the tree. I gasp and back away, but he holds up his hand. "I am not here to hurt you, merely to give you what you desire."

"Which is?" I don't trust him. In fact, I might not trust anyone ever again.

"The lives of the ninja." He answers simply, and I freeze. "You said you wanted their heads, and I can help you get them."

"And in return?" I ask. A lesson I have been taught is nothing in this world is free, nothing at all.

"Become my... protégé. I will teach you, and in return you shall serve me. This includes taking out the ninja, the very people you saw at your home." The man responds.

"Who are you?" I question. The man smiles.

"Lord Garmadon. I myself was wronged by the ninja and their sensei. Their sensei did this to me, and the ninja stole my son from me." Garmadon smiles wider. "What do you say?"

I consider it for less than a second before nodding. "I will serve you. You have my word."

Heehee! This is my evil story, AND YOU'RE STUCK WITH IT! (insert evil laugh here)