Okay, okay, I know I said this would take a while on my latest News post on my profile, but I was working on it and found a great spot to end it, so I did. I'm an evil bitch, I know.
So...yes. This has epic (fail) action sequences, as well as Sidorak. Um...joy?
Next chapter will probably have more Sidorak scenes mixed in with all the regular drama again. Again...joy?
Whatever, I like this chapter even though I suck at writing action. Well, please try to enjoy, and please review no matter what your opinion is! Constructive criticism is always appreciated (especially on fight scenes please).
*I don't own Bionicle, but I do own character designs, OC's, etc. You can use them if you ask first, though.*

Chapter 11: Confront

Sidorak King didn't bother shouting out that he was home as he walked into the dorm room that he shared with Onewa. If Onewa was home, he wouldn't care that Sidorak was back. If he wasn't home, well, there wouldn't be anyone there. Either way, he'd just be met with silence.

Opening the door to his room, he slung his bag onto his bed, then attacked the fridge in search of milk. Triumphantly, he pulled it out from the back—

And promptly dropped it when he turned around and saw the giant green spider in his kitchen.

It was about the size of a medium-sized dog, a bright emerald green in colour, with red slits for eyes. Its head tilted, almost human-like in its confusion as to why the skinny human in front of it was seemingly trying to shove himself into his own fridge in his attempt to flee.

Sidorak, for his part, was freaking out. Sure, he loved bugs, and yes, he'd been branded a dork from an early age because of his obsession with spiders. But this just wasn't physically possible! A spider that big? And that colour? It was definitely a spider though—two body parts, eight legs...giant pincers...

He couldn't help it. A small whimper managed to escape as he pressed himself as far away from it as he could get without actually bolting for the door. Actually, bolting for the door sounded like a good idea. Sidorak was about to do just that when the spider clicked its pincers. It clicked them rapidly and repeatedly, in a sort of rhythm, as though it was saying something in 'spider.' And that wasn't even the weird part. The weird part was that Sidorak understood what it meant as clearly as if it'd been speaking English.

"Master," it said, bowing. "We have found you at last."

Sidorak's eyes widened and he sat down hard on the floor. "Wh-what?"

"We searched many years for you, Master," it continued, "ever since we were created. With you leading us, the Visorak hordes will become great once more!"

Visorak...the word sounded familiar, though Sidorak couldn't place where. He also noticed it had a strange sort of connection to his own name. "I-I don't understand," he whispered. "What are you t-talking about?"

Now it was the monster spider's turn to look surprised. "Majesty, don't you remember anything? How great the hordes once were? The lands we conquered together?"

"C-conquered?" Sidorak sputtered. "That's not me; you've got the wrong guy! I'm just a dental hygiene student; I'm not cut out for conquering and leading and stuff! Trust me, Keelerak, you've made a huge mistake."

He got the feeling that it was giving him the spider equivalent of a raised eyebrow. "Then how did you know the name of my specific strain of Visorak without my telling you?"

"What?"

"Keelerak. You called me Keelerak. All green Visorak are called Keelerak. There's no possible way you could have known that without prior knowledge of the hordes...and no one knew us better than you—Sidorak, the Visorak King."

Sidorak shook his head again. "This can't be happening. This has got to be a dream." He brightened significantly. "That's it! It's all just a dream! I'll be waking up now." He pinched himself on the arm, hard, and winced in pain. "Owww!"

"Humans," Keelerak sighed. "My Lord, this is no dream. This is reality. How can I convince you?"

"You say we conquered lands together," Sidorak said cautiously. "What lands? And why don't I remember it, if it's all like you said? Why can I understand you?" Maybe there were some weird shrooms in my sandwich earlier and this is a hallucination, he thought.

The spider interrupted his train of thought while it was still boarding at the station. "You don't remember because it was another you, I suppose. Others retained their memories, so we had been hopeful you would have done the same..."

"Wait wait wait. Hold on a second. Another me? As far as I know, there's only one Sidorak King."

Keelerak crawled towards him, and he cringed. But it just reached out a foreleg and brushed it almost tenderly against his cheek. "Come," it almost cooed. "We can teach you what you've forgotten, answer all your questions. Will you come, Sidorak King?"

Sidorak swallowed. More giant Technicolor spiders? The thought made him more than a little queasy. But he found himself standing anyway, and following Keelerak to the door.


The Toa Metru had never been in a situation quite this dire before. Nidhiki still held a screaming Tehutti by the throat, just waiting for the Toa to give him a reason to send him plummeting to his doom. A well calculated burst of energy would stun Nidhiki, but that might cause him to let go, and there were still the other hostages to worry about, not to mention Krekka.

Whenua was especially worried. He'd dragged Tehutti into this mess—an innocent bystander if ever there was one—and he'd never forgive himself if anything happened to him. But the fate of the city was at stake! What was that line from Star Trek? "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few." Well, screw you Spock, today the few were more important!

The only problem was that he had absolutely no idea what to do. That and the fact that Nidhiki had started to give them a countdown. "Ten...nine...eight..."

"Alright!" Vakama shouted. "We'll give you the disks! Just put Tehutti down!"

Nidhiki raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You said it, not me." And he let go.

Several things happened at once. Vakama and Matau started shouting at Nidhiki. Nidhiki started laughing like a maniac. Vhisola and Ehrye screamed and scrambled away from the edge, only to be grabbed by Krekka. And without thinking, Onewa ran to the edge of the roof and jumped down after Tehutti.

Two seconds after his kamikaze move, Onewa thought to himself, This was a really stupid idea. He tried to streamline his body and aim for the flailing Tehutti—much harder in real life than it was in movies—and managed to grab him.

His plan when he'd jumped had been something to do with what Vakama had said about weapons in some other dimension—but he had no idea what his was, or if it'd be useful. But he had to try. He squeezed his eyes shut, ignoring the screaming Tehutti, and concentrated.

Suddenly two chains appeared in his hands, topped by what looked like pickaxes. Hoping his hunch on how to use them was right, he flung one pickaxe at the building and hoped it stuck. It did stick, but their momentum caused them to continue sliding down the side of the building until they slowed enough that they came to a halt. The abrupt stop nearly tore Onewa's arm off, and if he'd been in 'human' form instead of 'Toa' form, there was no doubt in his mind that it would have done just that.

Finally, Tehutti stopped screaming, and stared wide-eyed from Onewa to the ground and back, panting. "What's happening?" he asked quietly.

"We'll explain after we've kicked Nidhiki's butt out of the city again," Onewa growled, trying to sound confident. He had no idea how he was going to get back up. They weren't that far from the ground now, only about six feet, so he dropped Tehutti and looked back up, a plan starting to form. "Get away from here. Go to Mata Nui College—you know where that is, right?" Tehutti nodded. "Go to the residence and find Dume—he's the chief of security. He'll keep you safe. Go on, get out of here!" The archivist nodded again, then turned tail and ran. Onewa looked towards the roof and concentrated once more.


"Tehutti! Onewa!" Whenua shouted, rushing towards the edge of the building.

Two right arms flung out, stopping him in his tracks. "Ah-ah-ah, Whenua," Nidhiki said pleasantly. "I wouldn't play such a dangerous game with me if I were you. For every minute that goes by that we don't have the disks, one of your pathetic friends dies. And when we run out of them, we'll start on you." Krekka held Vhisola over the edge of the roof. "You have thirty seconds before this girl dies."

"Nidhiki, stop!" Vakama snapped. "I said we'd give you the disks! Just let the—" He paused, choosing his wording carefully. "Leave the others alone!"

The former Air Toa chuckled. "Lhikan never did get around to teaching you how to deal with hostage situations, did he? Honestly, the six—" He pretended to do a head count. "My apologies, the five of you are completely hopeless!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Nokama saw Nuju stiffen. She glanced his way and saw that he was staring straight out into space, his visible eye glowing a deep blue. "Nuju, what's the matter?" she hissed. He didn't respond. "Nuju?"

"Nokama," Nidhiki sighed, "look someone in the eye when he's threatening you, won't you, my dear? Thank you. Oh, by the way...ten seconds. Nine, eight..."

His countdown was interrupted yet again, this time by two things. One, Whenua tackled Krekka, making him drop Vhisola, who grabbed the edge, and Ehrye, who landed on the roof and rolled out of the way, sprinting for the stairs. And two, Onewa rose up right behind Nidhiki and tackled him to the ground.

Krekka snarled and threw Whenua into the door to the stairs, blocking off Ehrye's escape path. Nidhiki and Onewa grappled on the ground while the rest of the Toa split up—Matau attacked Nidhiki, Nuju went to check on Whenua, Nokama pulled Vhisola back onto the roof, and Vakama went after Krekka. The albino was screaming assorted battle cries and charging at the downed Whenua. Vakama threw a fireball at him, purposely missing by inches to distract him. Thankfully, Krekka was definitely not the sharpest knife in the drawer, so it worked. Unfortunately, that meant his newest target was Vakama.

Matau had two of Nidhiki's arms pinned down, while Onewa was trying unsuccessfully to get one to stop attacking him while sitting on the last arm. Nidhiki snarled at them. "Get off me!" he roared.

"Not likely," Onewa grunted. He was promptly swatted in the face by Nidhiki's flailing arm. Now he had two arms free, and he used them to shove Matau off his left arms and push himself back onto his feet.

"Don't play games with me, Toa," he snapped. "I've seen many more battles than you ever will! I have more experience than you could ever dream of having! There is no possible way for you to win! Just give me the disks, and Krekka and I will leave you alone. I swear it!"

Matau lunged at Nidhiki, but his form was sloppy, and the Hunter easily dodged. "You also swore to protect Metru Nui!"

Nidhiki shrugged, blocking a series of punches thrown at him by Onewa. "I'm a liar, what can I say?" He dodged a swing from behind by Matau. "One thing I didn't lie about, though..." He whirled around, grabbed Matau, and threw him into Onewa. They flew backwards and crashed into the air conditioning vent. Onewa looked up, dazed, just in time to see Nidhiki on top of them, two arms poised to strike. "You really shouldn't mess with me."


Sidorak squirmed uncomfortably. Keelerak had shown one of the powers of the Visorak—they could take the form of any spider to avoid detection. Currently, it was disguised as a pholcus phalangioides, or Daddy Long Legs, and was hiding in his shirt so it didn't accidentally get stepped on. Its legs tickled, and not for the first time, Sidorak wondered why he was doing what the spider wanted him to.

I must be going nuts, he thought, turning a corner at Keelerak's instruction. I actually think I can understand a freaky green spider, and that I'm supposed to lead an army of them? I should just turn around right now. But he didn't, and soon Keelerak whispered, "We're here."

'Here' turned out to be an abandoned building about half a kilometre from his campus. Sidorak pulled the door open and stepped through.

Keelerak scurried out from under his shirt and dropped to the floor, changing back to its Visorak form. "The lightswitch is on your left," it informed him.

Sidorak fumbled around for the switch, finally finding it and flicking it on. Light flooded the room, which seemed to be an empty warehouse. The only thing in it was the giant army of spiders.

The student stared, his mouth hanging open. If I'm crazy, he thought, I'm certainly doing a good job of coming up with psychotic scenarios.

The spiders covered every surface—walls, windows, floors, and ceilings. They were arranged in large groups by colour. There were some blue ones, red ones, black ones, white ones, and brown ones, as well as more green Keelerak. Just like with Keelerak, Sidorak instinctively knew that they were called Boggarak, Vohtarak, Oohnorak, Suukorak, and Roporak, respectively. He shivered. Maybe he really was crazy—coming up with all these names!

All the Visorak suddenly chanted his name once, reverently, like a prayer, before bowing low to the ground. Sidorak swallowed and looked at Keelerak. "I told you we searched long for you, Majesty," it said. "We want you to lead us."

"I-I...I..." Sidorak was so confused. Thinking you're crazy usually proves you're sane, so did that mean the monster spiders actually were real? But if so, they just wanted him to lead them because in some past life that he knew nothing about, he'd led them. That wasn't enough reason for him to lead. "Keelerak, listen. I'm not a leader. I've spent most of my life being ignored. Who would listen to me?"

"We would," Keelerak said, gesturing to the horde in front of them. "We, who would not even listen to the being who created us, would listen to you. Because you are Sidorak King, and we believe in you, Master."

"The one who created you? Who was that?"

"We will introduce you to him and tell you more about the Visorak if you say you will lead us once again. The Visorak have always been strong, but we lacked a strong leader. You can give us that, and in return, we can make you a king. Will you accept this role?"

A king...no more Saturday nights spent alone in his room, watching reruns and eating Cheezies. No more taking flack from Onewa for not being as 'cool' as most people. No more being ridiculed for his interest in bugs and teeth. He had the power, if he had the courage to take it.

He looked out over the horde and smiled—a smile of steel and malice. "I will accept it."


Whenua groaned and sat up. Nuju was bent over him, shaking him by the shoulders. "Finally. You're missing an epic battle, you know. And you're blocking the only escape route."

The Earth Toa mumbled something and moved out of the way. Ehrye was the first to tear open the door to the stairs and flee. He was closely followed by Vhisola, Nuhrii, and Orkham. "I've told them to go to Dume; they should be fine," Nuju told Whenua. "How's your head?"

"Hurts," Whenua muttered. "Just like everything else. Being thrown into a door does that to you."

"You still okay to fight?"

"I think so."

"Good, because it looks like the others need some help."

Without another word, Nuju turned and ran towards Krekka. Vakama and Nokama were doing a good job of holding him at bay for now, but they were on the defensive. Nuju leapt into the air and grabbed Krekka in a choke hold from behind, wrapping his legs around his stomach.

"Hey! Get off Krekka!" Krekka shouted, reaching behind to try and pry Nuju off.

A jet of water hit him in the stomach, knocking him off balance. Nuju leaped off and rolled to the side, hoping the others were doing better.

Whenua hurried over to Onewa and Matau as quickly as his aching body would let him. They certainly looked worse for wear—Nidhiki really didn't fool around. At the moment, he looked like he was about to finish them off.

Whenua didn't have anything he could do—his Kanohi power was useless in this situation, and there was no underlying earth that he could use that wasn't hundreds of feet below them. He settled for distracting Nidhiki. "Hey! Four-arms!"

But Nidhiki was a seasoned warrior—he knew when he was being goaded. "I'm in the middle of something, Whenua," he hissed back. "But don't worry—your turn is coming."

Desperately, Whenua looked around for something to throw, since he was still too far away to just punch Nidhiki. There wasn't anything handy except for a piece of piping sticking out of the wall. He grabbed it and pulled, and thanks to his enhanced Toa strength, off it came. He chucked it at Nidhiki, not meaning to hurt him, just distract him long enough for Onewa and Matau to get away.

One of Nidhiki's hands snapped out and snatched the flying pipe out of the air. He turned around, bi-coloured eyes blazing. "You are going to regret that," he hissed.

Whenua took up a fighting stance, peering around Nidhiki to see if Matau and Onewa were okay. Onewa was woozily standing up, and with a jolt Whenua realised he was bleeding badly from a shoulder wound. Matau's leg seemed broken.

Something slammed into him and he screamed. He felt like he'd stuck his finger in a wall socket. Prying his eyes open, he saw it was some kind of energy web. "Keep your eyes on the enemy, Whenua," Nidhiki growled. "Didn't Lhikan get around to teaching you that before we kidnapped him?"

As Whenua dropped to the ground, Onewa tackled Nidhiki. "That was you?" he shouted.

"Of course it was us," Nidhiki snapped, throwing Onewa off him. "Or, more specifically, it was our employer."

Matau had dragged himself over to Whenua and was trying to figure out how to get him out of the web. He sent a gust of wind at it, blowing it away. "You alright?" he asked quietly as the others fought in the background.

"I'll survive. How's that leg?"

The Toa of Air grimaced. "It'll heal, but we need to get out of here."

"I know. The others are fighting Krekka, but I don't think we'll be much help here. You?"

"Speak for yourself!" So saying, Matau created a miniature twister, shouted at Onewa to get out of the way, and sent it flying at Nidhiki. Nidhiki couldn't dodge in time, and it caught him up. Onewa created as many rocks as he could, sending them into the tornado. They started pelting Nidhiki from all angles.

Whenua pulled himself to his feet and picked up the pipe. "Bring him over here, Matau," he called. Matau directed Nidhiki's windy prison towards him, and Whenua swung the pipe with as much strength as he could muster. Nidhiki flew backwards and crashed into Krekka.

Nokama yelped and ran out of the way as both enemies hurtled towards her. They crashed just short of the edge of the roof. She, Vakama, and Nuju had been battling Krekka the entire time, and he was either invulnerable to pain or just too slow-witted to realise something hurt. He wasn't showing any signs of slowing down. Nuju had twisted his ankle at some point during the fight, and from the looks of things, everyone else was either wounded or starting to run low on stamina. "We need to retreat," she called back, keeping an eye on the two Dark Hunters. Krekka was sitting on Nidhiki, looking around and wondering where the former Toa had gone, while Nidhiki screamed profanities at his partner.

Vakama looked around at his team. Nokama was right. He didn't like that they had to retreat, but from the looks of things, it was their only option. "Come on!" he called, gesturing towards the door. He hurried over and held it open for them, keeping an eye on the Hunters. Finally, after Whenua had helped a limping Matau through the door, Vakama zipped through it and slammed it shut, and they raced down the stairs and out the front door, once again ignoring the security guards.

By this point, Krekka had finally gotten off of Nidhiki and was about to give chase when his partner held up a hand. "Don't worry about them now, Krekka," he said calmly, a little half smile barely disguising the malice in his eyes. "We have what we came for." In his top left hand, he held the Onu-Metru Great Disk.