The End is Nigh is a BIONICLE fanfiction Drama, Mystery written by author TheFireStar97. It is set in an alternate universe Metru Nui, where the Toa Metru didn't become Turaga after waking up the Matoran. 12 years after the Great Cataclysm, the Toa are being hunted and killed by the City of Legends' new government. A vigilante known as 'Zariox' plans to find out why when he uncovers that the Toa have been framed for an unknown reason.

This story is rated T for Some Mature Themes: Extreme Violence, Some Sexual Content, Language, Moments of Terror, Drama and Philosophical Themes.

You have been warned!

Author's Note: This story is told via multiple character POVs. There is some crude language, bloody violence and a little sexual content in this story. This is not done for just the sake of it being there. This is a mature take on the BIONICLE story that breaks some laws of Greg Farshtey's original BIONICLE stories and explores the philosophy of what we humans deal with every single day. Please read and review :) I would very much appreciate it.

The End is Nigh

Prologue

Somewhere in Metru Nui…

I open my eyes, blood is splattered all over the floor. Blood, dripping from my mouth. A stench of rotting bodies overwhelms me. I have to throw up, but I can't, I can't. My stomach hurts, my limbs ache.

Drip, drip, drip. The sound of the door opening pierces my ears. There he is, the sick son of a bitch who put me here. Who tortured me, the one that killed her. Somehow I can't access my powers. My mask is useless, broken by the bastard's heavy punches.

As I hang there from the ceiling of this stinking room, my hands tied by chains, I wonder how this could've happened.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of a knife being sharpened. The piercing sound pulls me back to my senses.

"Aahhh!" I scream in agony as the blade rips through my armor and the flesh underneath.

"What do you want?! What do you want, you son of a bitch?!" I shout, blood dripping from my mouth, my wounds.

"You know what I want, Toa," he says with a raspy voice.

"No I don't!"

I try to break free, but I can't. He just laughs at my foolish attempts to escape. Laughter, evil, maniacal laughter…

"Who are you?!" I ask, blood flying from my mouth.

He doesn't respond, he beats me, keeps beating me. I'm tired, broken.

"Tell me where the rest of you maggots hide!"

"I don't know! I haven't seen another Toa in three years!" I mumble.

"Then where is all the evidence you have?!" he shouts, clearly about to explode.

"What evidence?"

"You are no use to me!"

He picks up a large knife, stained with blood and cuts my throat.

Like every great Toa or hero from history, it was just a matter of time till they were murdered. Right now, it was my turn.

Just a matter of time…

"Zariox' journal, day fifteen, 12 AGC…

Metru Nui, City of Legends, City of Murder. It was raining, raining like it never had before. It was as if Mata-Nui wept for what had happened, what was about to happen. They are afraid of me, I am the only being left fighting for righteousness in this rotting town. Toa have been disappearing for 5 years now. Something to do with the corruption, or is it something else, something worse?

Found the carcass of a young Matoran earlier this night. Ga-Matoran, name was Nyha, I had seen her before. She was thrown from her room of the building standing in front of me. People walked by her corpse, no one cared.

A sign, another sign that this city has gone to hell. The City of Legends had become the City of Darkness, murder, rape, corruption. No one cares, but I do. I shall investigate, and I shall find the monster that did this.

I went up to her room, found blood trail not belonging to the Ga-Matoran. I pulled out my lightstone-holder and opened it. Comes in handy at crime scenes. Who's blood was this? A smell caught my senses. Onu-Metru smell, fresh, as fresh as the blood. Was he the killer, or was he one of the victims? Must investigate further.

I opened her drawers, found pictures of her husband, he didn't look like an Onu-Matoran. They wore the same wedding band. Opened other drawers, found various sex toys, lingerie and nude photographs. Was she having an affair? Did her husband find out? Killed her and her lover? So many questions, so little answers.

Decided to taste blood. Tasted it, Onu-Matoran blood. Had tasted it before. From the looks of the blood splatter, the killer wounded the Onu-Matoran with a knife, then dragged his body out of here. Why? Bloody hand prints leading to broken window. Must belong to the Ga-Matoran. Killer threw her, protodermis-window was too strong for her to fall through.

Looked around, saw something on the wall. Written in blood. "FILTHY WHORE!"

My suspicions raise. Must interrogate her husband, he may have answers. Took picture with me and jumped, landed on ground, rolled to break the fall. Disappeared in the night, no one ever knew I was there…"

"People are always going to get suspicious about your looks, you know? Good thing you changed them a bit, otherwise you would've been caught and tortured a long time ago."

Jaller might be the last Ta-Matoran to know of my existence. Maybe the last Matoran for that matter. Unfortunately, I didn't know if any of my former teammates were still alive. I changed my looks to look more like someone from Stelt. Everyone tries to avoid you if they think you're from Stelt. If people knew you were a Toa, you would be killed.

For 5 years now, Toa have been disappearing. First it was just that, more Toa got sent here to help, but they didn't last. But then someone framed us and it became impossible to show your face anywhere in Metru Nui, without getting caught by the new government. I never knew who framed us Toa, and why. But I didn't care, not anymore.

"Yeah, I'm still the same on the inside though," I replied.

"I know Vakama. Heard anything from Nokama, or anyone else?"

"No, still nothing. They're probably dead," I said without any emotion in my voice.

"Wow, where's the old sentimental Vakama I used to know?" Jaller asked, concerned.

"Times have changed, my friend. Why would I care anymore?"

"Because they were your friends," Jaller said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"They were, yes. Now there's only you."

"Don't, don't say that."

I stood up, it was almost midnight, "It's almost midnight, my friend. They release their Toa scanners at midnight. How about next week?"

"Yeah, sure," Jaller said as I opened his door, "Do you miss it?"

"What?" I asked.

"Being a Toa, helping people?"

I looked outside at the heavy rain, "No, I don't. See you next week!" I walked out into the rain and darkness. For the first time in 3 years I thought about her again. If she might be alive, where she might be.

I knew it was too late for that now. Too late for a normal life. Always has been, always will be…