The dark Bionicle proceeded to put his plan into fruition. To him Tom had been a fool, a fool who had supplied him with a means to wipe out him, and the rest of the inhabitants of this 'hive'. Bursts of electricity began to flow from the uninvited guest's metallic hands as he approached the first shelf. There stood more of his kind in all shapes and sizes, but not quite how he wanted them. He wanted them to walk, to obey; he wanted them to kill…
The ambitious Bionicle stuck out his arm and struck the first follower with a jolt of energy which continually surrounded him. The targets eyes soon shot open, immediately staring at its new master. He jumped down from the shelf and landed in a crouch position which he held for a number of seconds. Soon more followed him and the carpet filled with autonomous Lego with an intention that would change Tom and Andrew's life forever.
The beings of various sizes gathered round their new leader as he began to speak in a deep voice that suffered from a static noise, like watching a TV program during a thunder storm. "Through this door lies your blood. Take it! And spill it for your master!" The other Bionicle cheered in an uproar of bloodlust, for this impossible toy had awakened a destiny long forgotten, one he intended his new warriors to execute before it could discover itself.
"Can you here that?" Tom had just picked up on the noise coming from outside the room. "You mean the sound of that Creeper blowing your house up?" Andrew referred to Minecraft. Tom paused the game and proceeded through the study room door bewildered. Andrew followed him with confusion. Slowly Tom's bedroom door swung open and Tom faced the shock of his life. Standing there were his Bionicle, brandishing various weapons and staring back at him as if he was a piece of meat. The silence was finally broken when the Leader uttered a single sentence.
"You found me".
The miniature army let out a battle roar and charged at the duo, leaving Tom just enough time to slam the door shut. Tom and Andrew listened in horror as they smashed into the door behind them, and what sounded like machine gun fire could be heard from the other side. True enough; the door began forming marks that resembled small bullet holes. These Bionicle hadn't just come to life; they had been changed into living metal!
"Down the stairs now!" Tom yelled, already heading for the stairs.
"You didn't tell me your Bionicle were alive!" Andrew screamed back.
"Do I even need to grace that comment with an answer?!" Tom was less than impressed with Andrew's facetious comment.
They traversed no more than half the stairs when the bedroom door was blown from its hinges in a cloud of splinters and wood chips.
"What are you running for, flesh ones? Come and see my new army!" The leader taunted his prey and he seemed to enjoy it.
Tom and Andrew reached the ground floor as a torrent of gunfire swept the wall behind them. They headed straight for the door as Tom slipped over the mess of papers in the hallway. He just barely managed to recover before tumbling to the ground; Ninja mode reactivated! No luck could be found however from the door which stood in their way to freedom, with its key absent from the keyhole.
"Where did I put those damn keys?!" Tom had put them down somewhere after letting Andrew in and he couldn't for the life of him (which was soon to have more holes in it than he would like) remember where.
There was no time to delay. Every second brought the sanguinary robots closer to their prey. Hoping to find another way out the duo dived towards the kitchen, praying that they were too fast for their short pursuers. A further hail of bullets hunted them as they reached the back door which Tom desperately opened, marking their way to freedom. However, their attackers were much faster than they looked. With newfound hope the two boys ran towards the driveway, with Tom thinking of ways that he could explain this to his parents without sounding like a lunatic. The boy's safety was cut short when the kitchen window smashed in front of them and a group of ravenous Bionicle fell to their feet.
Yelling in fear, Tom and Andrew changed course, narrowly missing the garden pond. Their only escape route now was through a fence on the right of the house. Hope escaped them for the last time when a further window smashed, this time covering their faces in shards. Bloody and defeated, the two boys faced the leader, who was now making his way into the garden through the back door. More and more Bionicle surrounded the duo, cutting off every exit. Tom thought he might be able to kick his way through them, but he knew that the one step he could make in time would be his last. The former Toy stood with his new army aiming their weapons between the boy's eyes.
"I rather enjoyed that little trek. It's amusing seeing your face when the hope drains away."
"How are you alive? What even are you!?" Tom wanted answers, and also hoped to delay them as long as possible.
"I'm your salvation. Sparing you the dark you would have faced if your path had been different. The wrath of my master is not one that any would wish experience, so he has given you an offer."
The boys thought about this sentient toy's words for a moment. Finally Andrew replied.
"What offer?" he answered, asking to discover his capture's reply, rather than hoping to take the offer.
"Why, the generous offer of a quick death." The robot spoke no more after this.
Further panic hit the boys like an uppercut to the stomach. Tom imagined the sight his parents would come back to. The house was wrecked, windows were smashed, and in the garden…
The boys had no idea that fate was to intervene, that it was not their destiny to die that day. Before them a piercing light appeared. The Bionicles' gaze was pulled away from their prisoners as they attempted to cover their eyes, but to the boys the light was not blinding. They could see directly into the light, which was now revealing the form of two face-shaped objects. The light began to subside as the forms drew closer. Andrew and Tom could now make out that these objects were in fact masks forged from metal. One mask was a silvery-white, while the other was a pure gold colour. The silver mask approached Tom, whilst the other moved towards Andrew.
The boys wanted to run, to escape these murderous robots, but the masks sparkled in front of them like diamonds and they could not avert their gaze. The masks slowly span round and the boys faced the inside of each. Before they could react, the masks suddenly slammed into their faces, almost knocking them off balance. They pulled in fury to get them off, but they grasped them like an alligator would its lunch, unwilling to free them. Once again the masks began to emit a blinding light which consumed the rest of their bodies. The boys began to change, both in form and mind. They were no longer humans, they were guardians of Justice. They were Toa.
