Hey, I know I haven't updated this in a while. I haven't forgotten about it, but it's not the main focus. Also, there might be little spelling errors since I wrote this around 1 am. Also, I randomly in the middle of the night switched from the third person to first and I might not have fixed them all. Let me know and I will fix them along with any other spelling errors. I will try to update this more often for the people who read this and are waiting for a new chapter.

I will try to update this more often for the people who read this and are waiting for a new chapter.

Speaking of which, this chapter goes to PixelatedNinjas. I was just checking the reviews since I haven't checked in a while. And to see that you still want me to update this, still after so long if it being inactive, I decided that I would get on it and it post this for you and all the other people who are still waiting for an update.

So enjoy!

Zane blinked, it seemed that time had skipped him by. His last memory and what was going on right now where not the same. They didn't fit together, it felt like he was trying to jam two puzzle pieces together when they obviously didn't fit. His vision kept focusing and unfocusing which felt exactly like what his thoughts were doing.

"What had been happening last?"

He had been fighting someone. Someone who he didn't know. Someone who obviously had it out for him. He was weaving, dodging attacks as this man, wearing a large red Asian conical hat. He also was wearing a large brown strip of cloth over his left eye, a marksman's aim in the middle where his eye should stand. He held two katanas, that he could get a better look at if the man wasn't trying to impale him with it.

Now that he was looking closer, it seemed that the man wasn't really trying to hurt him, more herding him towards...

Someone grabbed him from behind. Knocked him to the floor, pinned his arms uncomfortably behind his back, almost to the point that it felt that he was going to break them off their rotating accesses.

"Careful, we want it alive, or fully functional I guess," One of them chided, coming from the distance, probably the eye patch guy.

"So, alive doesn't mean it can be a little dented," The other commented.

"Just do what I say, you owe me one." Eye patch said gruffly.

"You never let me forget, Ronin," Not-Ronin said.

"Shh, never say names around the persons and especially machines that you are hunting," Ronin hissed.

"Whatever, Ronin,"

A growl resounded.

"Uh, are you the new threat taking over Ninjago?" Zane asked him, feeling that he should at least know what was going on if he was going to be kidnapped.

Just got a new body and was still learning the kinks of it when he was attacked, his fighting was sloppy, all over the place, he couldn't remember all of the new features, there was too many to remember, almost couldn't remember how to walk, his new body was lighter and was a little bit taller than his old one. He felt like a baby deer on new legs.

"We are not a 'threat' to Ninjago, just to you, we just here to collect a bounty from Master Chen, and your head is the one on the list," Not-Ronin told him.

"Ow!" The guy yelped, as Ronin knocked him in the head with the hilt of his sword.

"You and your loose lips," Ronin growled.

And then it just cut into what he was seeing in front of my eyes. A piece was missing, which meant...that something had to happen to make him shut down. That would explain it all.

Blunt Trauma. That would explain the massive sized headache that grilled his mind over and over again every second. Probably had a good sized dent in his head. That would also explain his vision's inability to focus. His self-repair system must have just past the point where it didn't need to spend all his energy repairing the injury, just enough for him to release himself from shutting down.

Sigh.

"Now that I'm here, I wonder where here is. Wonder why I am not getting the correct coordinates for my location. But it says that I'm on a remote deserted island. One that is almost inaccessible. Great, brand new and things are already broken."

He was poorly chained a post, not that he was complaining, but he was surrounded by skulls. Massive piles that spilled over each other around the perimeter They creeped him out. It wasn't the skulls, not he knew much about human anatomy and it was nothing new. However, it was the fact that these skulls had to belong to somebody. The were obviously real, with the amount that was in here, a lot never made it out. He hoped that he wouldn't be adding his robot skulls to the pile, not that he really had a skull.

A clink at the door alerted his attention, which the door creaked open following that.

A man, with a strange headdress, walked in. It looked like a snake's head, with its big fangs poised over his face, and long purple tails running down along his head. Maybe the head was even serpentine.

"Welcome Zane, master of ice," He laughed, clapping his hands, raising his giant, also snake themed, staff right in front of his face, "And thank you for so graciously giving me the element of ice and the key to getting your brothers to come here."

"Wha-?" Zane murmured, still a little disoriented.

His head was swimming, the headache trying to override all of his thoughts. His body itself was disorienting. It didn't fit right, it just felt like he was in the wrong skin.

"More on that thought later," He told himself, pushing the thought to the back of his mind.

The staff glowed and Zane felt something pierce his heart. A sharp pain made him gasp, it was like someone was trying to pull it out of his chest, through all the cords, wires, and titanium. A white mist floated back into the sphere which was held between the jaws of another serpent head in the staff.

"What did you do to me?" He choked out in a pained, airless voice.

He felt drained as he slumped forward, the chain slightly rattling. He was gasping, not that his lungs felt that there was a lack of air, but there was a lack of something.

"What did you do?" Zane asked again.

He pulled himself back into a straight standing position, placing a hand on his chest. It still ached with a pain, the kind of pain when you lose something, someone. A strangling, engulfing pain.

"Oh, nothing," The snake man said, "I just borrowed your ice powers. For forever."

He laughed, giggling like a child.

"Ice powers? Gone?"

He was having a hard time using them anyway, he could barely walk let alone wield the power of ice. He still attempted to use them anyway, there was nothing. Not even the feeling of them being there. Not even the cold, rippling, soothing sensation of his powers flowing inside of him.

"Oh, don't worry. You won't be needing them. I was going to let you compete in the tournament, but now that I think about it. That won't be such a good idea." Snake man said thoughtfully.

"CLOUSE!"

"Yes, Master Chen?"

A man with black hair and a black mustache with black rings around his eyes stepped in.

"Get the information out of him," Master Chen ordered, waving his hand, before casually strolling out of the room.

"It will be my pleasure," Clouse answered, making a whistling noise.

With a hiss, a giant purple snake slithered into the room. It coiled around Clouse's fee and made a low, content rumbling noise when Clouse rubbed it on its head.

"So, do you want to take the easy way or the hard way?" Clouse asked him, as the snake started to wind around his feet.