Chapter 2

A Four Armed Friend

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"Well…Zane," Pixal says. "Should I get the others over for the good news?"

"Just a minute," I tell her softly, my eyes scanning the area, even though it's completely open. I suppose it's habitual or something. I pick up an unidentified species with my sensors, not a man or another droid of course, but it's someone I know.

"Zane, you doing okay?" Pixal asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yes," I respond. "I'm going outside for one moment, if you don't mind."

"How?"

"I can hack into any device made in Ninjago city," I say, "I will be back soon."

"Do you sense something amiss?" Pixal asks.

I don't want to lie to her or to frighten her but I better be honest. "I'm not certain. I am merely checking on something."

"Be careful. I'll meet you up at the main room."

"Okay," I hack into a streetlight, right next to where the Titanium statue of me was built, and see someone I know, but I can't quite place her. It's a little brunette in a green sweater and black uniform skirt, like my students. She's on her knees in front of the statue, holding a small, black object in one hand, while her other one is adjusting her glasses.

Sally? What's she doing here?

My little student sniffles before speaking in a strained voice, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zane. I should have been a better student…and I shouldn't have…hacked you…with that remote. I'm so sorry. Can you hear me? Will you forgive me?"

I do Sally. I do. I feel a strong urge to reveal myself, to comfort her, but I know she will only be frightened of me. I must wait until my body is rebuilt before telling anyone else besides my brothers and Pixal. I feel something wet on my "head", and raindrops begin to fall, but the girl doesn't leave. She quietly sets the Ultra remote on the pavement, in front of the statue; then waves and departs.

I bring myself back into the main computer where Pixal is waiting, staring out the window again. "I'm back," I tell her.

"Oh, yes," Pixal turns to face me with a straight face.

"What's the matter?" I ask.

"Mr. Borg conducted your memorial right before he left for a vacation to the Dark Island to see what kinds of materials are there."

I am rather bewildered at the news, but I hope it doesn't show. "I can wait for a few days or weeks. How long will he be gone?"

"Four days."

"Don't worry. That's not too long."

"Should I tell the others about you?"

"Just bring them here," I say, "I want to surprise them.

Pixal smiles. "Okay," she leaves the room quietly and I open it for her.

At such a time as this, most would be lonely, but I certainly am not. In fact, I have at least three companions, in my digiverse. My imagination is sufficient so that I can generate whatever comes to mind. Silver katana form in each hand, and I hold them out, turning away from the master computer screen. A blue mass, outlined in white is facing me, twelve feet away. It slowly materializes into a skeletal form, but it has four arms, with a golden blade in each hand.

"Samukai?" I speak as if asking a question. Did his ashes lie here too?

"Do you know me?" he points a blade at me with suspicion in his red eyes.

"You don't remember me?" I ask, pulling my bandana down so he can see my face.

"Hmm…" the skeleton puts another blade under his chin as if in deep thought. "You look like someone I know."

"I'm the Ninja of Ice," I tell him, nearly rolling my eyes in the process of explaining.

"Who's that?"

I would face palm if I didn't have to hold two katana for protection. "A ninja. The white one with the Shurikens of Ice."

"Oh…I remember you," Samukai says, "The smart one with the sixth sense, and you nearly fell to death off the truck."

"Um…yes."

"Well in that case, let me ask you two things," he points all four knives in my direction. "Where am I and where are the golden weapons?"

"I don't think you'll believe me, but you died and your ashes are in a…sort of video game." I can't think of any other way to explain the situation to a perplexed skeleton, so I continue before he can say anything. "The golden weapons were destroyed by me."

He crosses his bony arms, obviously not believing me in the slightest. "Where are your other three ninja?"

"They are in the real world."

"We're not real? Did you die?"

"Yes, I did when I destroyed the weapons."

"I don't believe you."

This guy is hopeless. "My brothers will be coming to see us soon, so we could wait for them to make things clearer," I offer, not exactly wishing to live with Samukai on my back.

"That won't be necessary," the skeleton tells me.

"Then…are you staying here?" I ask, though finding that question rather foolish and obvious.

"No," he says. "I want to be in the real world. How do I get out?"

"I don't know."

"You fool. Do you think you can deceive me?" Samukai throws a knife from his lower right hand at me. I duck, hearing it whiz by and he charges me.

It is unwise to fight someone with four arms when I only posses two, but I still have the upper hand. Like what I was told the first time I entered the digiverse, 'His turf, his rules'. It's my opportunity, because it's mine now.

Samukai thrusts the first knife at my mid-section, while slashing the other down at my shoulder and I block both, making an x with my swords. "You're a lot better than before Frosty," the skeleton says, as he thrusts his third knife at my leg, "but not good enough."