Boredom is Blue
Chapter Seven
Jay's P.O.V
I can't find her. I don't get it; she should be here. I've searched everywhere in the shopping district, not a sign of her. Dammit, where is she? Panic starts to boil in my blood; I'm starting to lose it. How could she do this to me? First, she disappears without a word. Then, she doesn't return my call or texts. And now, after finally getting into contact with her, she isn't where she said she'd be!
God, I've never been so angry at her. It's such an unusual feeling, rage at Nya. I don't believe I've ever felt this way towards her. Absolutely gobsmacked by her thoughtlessness, I take another look around. No sign of her. Growling, I start to consider something that I never thought I'd have to do. Activate the GPS I had installed on her phone.
Don't look at me like that. I never wanted to use it, especially not in anger. It was for her protection, I swear. I can here you, you know. Shocked silence, but your thoughts are loud, mysterious readers. How can you do that, Jay? You're thinking. It's so wrong and controlling. I know, I know. I never intended to use it. It was just a… precaution.
But now, I'm starting to think I have to use it. I've never turned it on before. Staring at my phone screen in indecision, my finger hovering over the little 'on' button, I reach a conclusion. Can I risk the wait if anything bad had happened to her? No, I can't. I turn it on.
Letting it lead me, I wonder if I should lie about how I found her. Or, should I just come clean about the tracker? She might never trust me again. Sigh, but honesty is the best policy, right? My feet shuffle along the ground, but I take no notice of the surroundings, utterly lost in thought. Until I realise something.
I've been here before. I distinctly remember that weird, red-bark tree. Feet slowing, I pull myself out of my reverie. She can't be here. I've come passed that tree at least three times. She can't be here. The little red dot on my phone screen is determined to tell me I'm close. Jeez, I do something potentially damaging to my relationship, and it doesn't even have the decency to work! Having no choice but to continue, my feet get going again, but this time, I'm paying more attention to my surroundings.
Okay, I swear she can't be here. I passed that shoe store four times. And the red dot says she should be right in front of it. Clearly, she isn't. Fucking GPS. Lifting my hand, I grip my hair, my frustration almost making me pull it out. I can't, though. Nya loves my hair. Ha, it would serve her right if I ruined my hair, after putting me through all this. I glare at the spot the red dot says she is… wait a second.
What's that on the ground?
Moving closer, I see that it's her light blue phone, the one I custom-built for her birthday.
Oh no.
Nya's P.O.V
Oh, god. What is that pounding in my head, dwarves mining for gold? Certainly, there's no gold in my brain right now. Sleepily stretching my hand out for Jay, so I can beg him to scare up some ibuprofen, I am shocked to find emptiness. Weird, I always wake up before Jay, unless he's super excited about something. Racking my brain, I can't think of why Jay would be any more excited than usual. I blearily open my eyes, to see a cold stone wall.
What the hell? Where the fuck am I?! This is not my bedroom. Suddenly completely awake, even with my aching head, I sit up and stare at my surroundings. Did I get drunk, steal a time machine and get arrested in 1637? Because that's the only thing I can really think of as how I ended up here. It would certainly explain the headache.
I was sleeping on musty straw, something I cannot stand to be touching now that I'm awake. The dangerous smelling and scratchy poor substitute for a bed was quite frankly disgusting. I had a scary suspicion that I wasn't the only life form sleeping in it. No, Nya. Whatever you do, don't think about that.
Three of the walls were made of rough, dark grey stone. Damp, rough, dark grey stone. How's that even possible? The ceiling is dry, made from light timber. There are no leaks that I can see. Sorcery, I tell you. The other wall is the scariest, no matter the magic used on the other three. Slightly rusty, but firm iron bars keep in this horrible place. Even the door was made from the bars; with a freaking huge padlock I had no hope of prying open. Hence, jail cell in 1637, if you didn't get it.
Starting to feel claustrophobic, I turn my back to the bars. I feel a little light headed. Sinking to the ground, I put my head between my knees and try to breathe. Don't cry, Nya. You can handle this. But, I'm terrified. Absolutely, completely, utterly terrified.
I don't know where I am, how I got here, who brought me here, why they brought me here, when I was brought here and how long I was out. That's so many freaking things I don't know about my current situation. Jay's probably beside himself with worry, but even if I found a way to contact him, what could I say? 'Hey, Jay, I don't know where I am or who took me, but I'm in a medieval jail cell. Could you come get me?' How bloody useful is that?!
Stop panicking, Nya. Think.
Okay, what's the last thing I can remember? Urmm, Jay! Jay called me. Remember telling him where I was (somewhere in the shopping district) and he said he was coming to get me. Obviously, he didn't quite get there soon enough, so I must have been taken sometime soon after hanging up. I quickly check my pockets. Nope, I can't find my phone. So, either I dropped it or my kidnappers took it. Considering that I still have my keys and a dagger is still in its sheath strapped to my thigh, I think I can assume that they didn't search me. Or if they did, they did a poor job of it. That means I most likely dropped my phone.
Therefore, Jay's probably found it by now and will be searching for me. That thought offers me some relief; the guys will be looking for me. And knowing them, it probably won't be too long before they find me. I just need to survive until they do. Hopefully it won't be much more than a couple of days. Since they have me kept in what must be a purposefully deplorable cell, I really don't think I'm going to want to eat anything these people give me.
How come I don't remember the actual kidnapping? Did they drug me? Thud. Thud. Of course. That's why I have a headache from hell. They just clobbered me over the head. How crude. That's fitting, since the cell they have me in is crude. Are these people from the Stone Age? I feel around the black of my head. Yep, they definitely got me good. The lump is the size of a goose egg. Pulling my hand back, I check for blood. None thank the first Ninjago master. If skin was broken, the cut probably would've gotten infected after sleeping in the disgusting straw.
Wait, durr! My kidnappers are the Amazons. How'd I not see that earlier? Silly me. Their leader, Nix, even said she wanted me alive. God, I was so stupid! Going out for hours like that, when I knew, I knew there were people after me. I was just so angry at Kai, for something completely dumb. Sure, he said ridiculously sexist things, but he probably just didn't think about what he was about to say before he said it. He's my brother; I should know how unthinking he can be. I've got to be more forgiving of him.
Of course, only after he does some amazing apologising. He's probably blaming himself for what happened right now. He'll be 'It's my entire fault!' with his spiky hair drooping in sadness. And then Jay'll be all "No, it's my fault. I should've gone after her as soon as she left' with his hands clenched. But then Cole will be like 'It doesn't matter who's fault it is; we just need to find her and bring her home.' And then all the ninja will nod and move out.
Yep, that's exactly how it will go down.
This doesn't matter! I shouldn't be the damsel in distress! I've got to, got to… think a little more. There's no way I'm going to be able to break the padlock; it's far too thick. Like Kai, hehe. I think I'll nickname the padlock Kai.
Moving on. The bars are too close together, I can't squeeze through them. Of course, I can't break through the stone walls. I sneak a look into the hallway between the bars. Unfortunately, there's no dog with keys. Damn, the one cliché they didn't feel like including. I guess the only way is up. Tilting my head back, I peer at the wooden beams. I guess I could try, I don't know, wet the wood to make is weaker so I can break it? Would that work?
Liquid on cloth makes it stronger so it won't break, but I'm pretty sure water would make wood weaker. That's why we have to take good care of the Bounty when it's in water, by putting sealant over the hull. So I think it's safe to assume wood + water= bad. Well, good for me. I'll just wait till the give me water, then splash it all at one spot and use my dagger and strength to pry the wood apart. Yeah, that'll work. I hope.
"It won't work." Holy shit! I stand and twirl around so fast my head spins. On the other side of the bars stands a young woman, of about my age and height. She has thick, wavy mahogany hair that falls far past her shoulders. Her light, minty green eyes are set in a pale heart shaped face with a sprinkling of freckles over her button nose. Her features should make her look soft, but she looks anything but. Somehow, she looks fierce and battle ready. The woman was dressed in ancient battle armour made from leather, and she held a mean looking short sword in her right hand.
Her eyes are narrowed, and her pink, bow shape lips are curled into a sneer. She would be very beautiful, if I didn't think she had the ability to kill me, if I gave her a reason. Unconsciously, my hand starts to go to my dagger, before remembering that it would be a bad idea to show my hand before I was ready. I really hope she didn't notice.
"Whatever you're planning, it won't work. No one escapes." I glare at her; her smugness was getting on my nerves.
"Yeah, well, to the next person you have in here, you'll be saying 'No one escapes. Oh, except for the last one; she escaped.'"
"I don't lie."
"Neither do I."
We glare at each other for a while, before she surprises me by grinning hugely, her face now becoming kind and open.
"You're the first person we've had in here who hasn't broken down and starting screaming and crying," she says with a happy laugh. "It's very refreshing."
I give her a look full to the brim of sarcasm. "I'm so, so happy to please you, O wise and mysterious Amazon." She laughs again.
"Be careful now; you just might get me to like you."
"Heaven forbid."
The Amazon just smiles and, after sheathing her sword, sticks her hand through the bars. "Name's Makenna, but you can call me Ken. Everyone does, but my mother."
I can't help my smile. Damn, if I'm not careful, I might just start to like her, too. "I'm Nya," I reply, taking her hand.
"So, Nya, the most amusing prisoner we've had in here, what'd ya do?"
"I'm not sure, but it might have something to do with freeing the villagers of the village you Amazons captured." Ken's eyes widen in surprise, and not a little bit of wonder.
"You're with the Ninja?" she asks, awe in her voice. I nod.
"Yeah, I'm dating Jay, the blue one, and my brother is Kai, the red one." Ken grins mischievously, her eyes sparkling.
"Now those are some men that, if I hadn't taken an oath swearing against men, I wouldn't mind getting to know," she says with a sly wink. I contain just a small hint of jealousy; she can't have my Jay. But then I catch on to the rest of what she had said.
"An oath?"
The contagious happiness on her face dims, and her eyes grow sad.
"Yeah, to join the Amazons, you have to renounce men."
Weird. Not saying that women need to have men in their lives, and that they shouldn't be independent (I'm a role model for independence, if you don't mind me saying) I just think men are rather fun to have around sometimes and you don't have to avoid them to retain independence. And it really doesn't seem that Ken is the type of woman that hates men. In fact, she seems to admire the Ninja. It really doesn't make sense for her to want to renounce men. Seeing as she seems like a good person, I really wouldn't have pegged her as a bloodthirsty Amazon either, if I hadn't have seen how comfortable she was holding a sword. Somehow, it looks like we have formed a weird kind of friendship, so I decide to ask her about it.
"If you don't mind me asking, why did you want to become an Amazon? I'm sorry if it offends you, but you don't really seem like the rest of them, with nowhere near as much bloodlust and hatred."
Ken sighs, but resignedly, like she knew the question was coming.
"I didn't want to join. My younger sister, Kit, ran away from home to join them. I didn't want her to get hurt, so I followed. But, two weeks ago, she went missing. I have a feeling this wasn't all she thought it would be, and so pulled another runner, except this time, I have no idea where she went. I'm stuck here, hoping she'll come back and unable to go home without her."
Oh, jeez. What a really sad story. A flighty sister like that must be hard to take care of.
"So, you're just as much a prisoner here as I am."
Ken gives me a really sad smile. "Yeah, I guess so. I don't even really agree with the ideologies of the Amazons, I just have nowhere else to go."
Now that is interesting. I hate to think about using a new friend, but maybe Ken will become an ally that can help me escape, instead of the dumb plan of throwing water at the ceiling. And it won't be using her, because I'll take her with me! Yeah, she'll escape too. This friendship will benefit both of us.
Haha, it might just get one of the Ninja a girlfriend. No, Nya. Don't get ahead of yourself here. She's not ready to help me yet. I have to bide my time and get closer to her before I start discussing escape. It would be great though, if she came and lived with us. I would finally have a friend that's a girl.
The sound of a bell breaks my train of thought, and Ken looks down the hall toward the noise. "Sorry, Nya," she says, sounding like she meant it. "I have to go. But, I will try to get rostered onto guard duty more often." She grins and me, and with a quick wave, disappears out of my line of sight.
I sit back down, feeling a lot better, with a decent plan hidden in my pocket.
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KayKay's Note: 'ello, poppets! Gonna try keep this short, but you know me. I love to babble. Anyway, I just want to say a big, huge THANK YOU to all my reviewers, followers and … favouriters? I don't think that's a word. Also, to anyone who reads or has read my work. It means a lot to me. To answer some reviews…
To the mysterious Lya200: Thank you so much for telling me about the trailer! It looks so awesome, and I wouldn't have known about it if you hadn't told me! Also wanted to thank you for all your support, I'm pretty sure you've been reading this since I first started to write it.
To ForeverDreamer12: Thanks! People usually write Zane very serious. I thought it important to give him a little more mischievous, nosy side. Sorry, though, I didn't want to make you hate Kai. He's a little insensitive right now, but I'll make sure that he grows up a bit. I promise he'll get better.
To Nya2468: How'd you know? You little psychic you. I'm flattered you think I'm as good as VP; I'm a huge fan. Imagine my surprise when she favourited Boredom is Blue :D
To Nya909: Twice a week is a little much for me, sorry :P But I'll try my best.
To anyone who has reviewed, but wasn't mentioned: Thanks! You motivate me to keep writing.
So much for keeping it short, eh? All well, you'll have to deal. I love to write these notes; makes me feel like I'm chatting to you all. But, I put it all at the end so you don't have to read it if you really don't want to. Aren't I one dynamite gal?
Now I have an announcement! Drum roll, please…
I'm going to write stories for each of the Ninja! Whoop whoop! I'm planning on this story being about 20-25 chapters long, then I'll move to the next one. I've named each story, but I'm not going to tell you what order they go in. I like to keep you guessing, you know. So, they will be called Desperation is Red, Loneliness is Black and Violence is White, not in that order. Obviously from the titles, the guys are going to have to deal with some issues. I have started to plan Lloyd's book and his love interest, just to give you guys something, will be Ken's flighty little sister Kit. But, I haven't thought of a title yet! So, anyone who can guess who Ken will be with, and have a good suggestion following the pattern of the titles, can name it! Whoo! Have a great day!
Katy over and out.
