PROLOGUE
Third POV:
"This is REALLY ironic for you isn't it ninja?", McFist sneered, "Being the one who's helpless."
The ninja painfully looked up at his captor. Anyone could tell he was in serious pain, even with the mask on. Chains wrapped around the boy's wrists, being much tighter than they should have been. Bindings wrapped around his hips, his arms, his tail, and (most painfully) his neck, keeping him tied to a tall wooden pole. The water around his body was tinted red with blood from the visible, deep cuts that ripped across his chest.
"McFist, your a complete idiot if you think your going to get away with this. What will everyone else think? The ninja suddenly disappears at the same time you go away to undergo your 'special project'. They aren't stupid. Someone will know it was you." The ninja's voice was raspy and weak, yet he did not fail to look menacing.
The glimmer in the boy's eyes was completely gone. The usual happy, energetic shine in the deep blue orbs was nowhere to be seen. A terrifying glare of hatred, of pain, of suffering and shame took its place.
"Put yourself in their shoes Ninja. I'm the most beloved man in town. The richest man for miles. Would YOU think a man like me would kill a hero?" Hannibal and the young boy stared at each other with pure hatred. The beloved gazillion-are smirked at this and chuckled to himself, resulting in Randy yanking the chains forward angrily.
"What's your problem anyway!?", his voice sounded hoarse and painful,
"Why do you want to know? You're just gonna die anyway." Hannibal boomed in laughter and raised up his hand, holding a control panel with a big red button in the middle. The ninja's eyes widened in fear with realization Oh my god. He screamed in panic.
"NO, DON'T!"
A bright light filled Randy's vision and then all he felt, was pain.
