Special thanks to ZaneWalker for letting me use this story idea, full credit is given to her.

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Fallen, Lost, and Alone

Chapter Eleven: That Didn't Sound Right.

Jay's POV

The second one of the Serpentine came out of the manhole, I looked at ZJ, and saw something in his eyes, almost like he was planning to do something...

Suddenly, he snapped, and started fighting against them. They couldn't even get close to him without him immediately getting hit. 'He's a natural!' I thought, watching him as I held my own, several of them falling backwards into the hole they came out of. Eventually, they started retreating, and I could hear ZJ breathing, putting his hands on his knees.

"Uh...wow." He looked up, eyes slightly unfocused. "Dude, I'm not sure what exactly you just did, but oh my gosh, that was amazing!" ZJ weakly smiled, and suddenly it flew off his face, a blank look replacing it. His knees buckled, and he began to fall. Right before he hit the ground, I caught him, and slowly lowered him to the ground, feeling how cold he was.

Sighing, I picked him up and carried him towards the bounty. 'The others are going to freak when I tell them what happened!' I thought, smiling to myself.


ZJ's POV

"I know who I am now." A memory of myself said. I could remember the feel of the chilly air that had been around me, and that I was mad, and sad. Why? What had I meant by that? I felt the dream-like memories fading away, pulling me into a brightly lit reality.

I sat up gasping, and looked around the room. It wasn't a hospital, but it wasn't my room. The walls were wooden, and there were two different sets of bunk beds, one on either side. A blanket had been pulled over me at some point, and it now was piling up over my lap. I looked at one bed, and I could see a fine layer of dust laying on it, there was a folded square of white cloth with what looked like the handle of a sword laying on top of it.

"You know...most teenagers your age don't know what to do when confronted by the Serpentine..." A young, teenager's voice said, and I turned around, ignoring the sudden sharp, stabbing pain in my head. Behind me, sitting on the edge of a bunk was a dark brown-haired guy dressed in dark jeans, and a red shirt. "But you did."

"To be honest, I do not know what I actually did. Something inside me told me what to do." I said, standing up. "It's not the first time something like that has happened." The spiky haired boy jumped down, and glared when he realized I was only a few inches taller than his highest hair spike.

"Well, good job memory loss." Jay said from the doorway. He smirked at me, and then looked at Kai. "ZJ, this is-"

"His name is Kai." I said, and Kai jumped back, a little startled. Jay clapped his hands together. I shook my head, trying to figure out why I knew that. "I'm sorry, that's the second time that's happened, I cannot explain it."

Kai walked over to a shelf, and grabbed a picture. "Alright smarty, Jay had a thought, and as stupid as it sounded at first, I want you to name off everyone in the picture." Handing it to me, I looked at it.

"Well, there's you, and Jay's next to that girl...Nya, he name is Nya, isn't it?" They both nodded, and I saw how Jay's face was slightly flushed, and he was grinning, his eyes suggesting that his mind was elsewhere. I pointed at a blonde who looked the same age as them, dressed in green. "His name's Lloyd, and he's the green ninja. The one in black is Cole, and the guy with the hat is your sensei. Sensei Wu."

"There's one person left. We need you to tell us what his name is!" Kai said, and I looked at the white ninja. His blue eyes seemed to see into me. I kept looking at him, and the scene changed. It was a memory, I was walking into a place...there was training equipment all around. Jay ran up to me, slightly out of breath.

"Hi! I'm Jay, what's your name?" He asked, smiling at me. His face was flushed from exertion, his sweat soaked bangs plastered themselves on to his forehead.

"My name's Zane."

"Zane..."I mumbled. "His name is Zane." I said, and they both nodded. "H-how do I know this? Why do I know this?"

"We have one thought...but you'll have to trust us." Jay said, walking further into the room, closing the door. "Do you trust us enough to do this?" I nodded, and he grimaced. "Right...this is going to sound really weird, but take off your shirt."

"What?!" I spluttered, stepping away from both of them. Kai scoffed at Jay.

"Way to sound like a perv, Jay." Kai said, stepping towards me. I stepped back, and he held his hands up in surrender. "Look, just hold out your left arm. If this doesn't work, then we're crazy, and you can leave. Okay?" I nodded, and stretched my arm out. Jay held it lightly, and pushed down near the bone. I shifted, it felt odd, like something was shifting underneath my skin.

Nothing. Nothing happened at all, but I could tell that they had wanted something to happen. "I-I'm sorry..." I mumbled, seeing how their smiles left their faces. The room felt ten degrees cooler, and everything seemed to dull, as if someone had painted a thin grey coat over my eyes, making everything more diluted and washed out. Walking away, I managed to find one of the others, Cole, and he agreed to take me home.

I looked at the door frame. There was a note stuck to it.

ZJ, I've gone to talk to someone who thinks they know who you were. Call me when you get home, kay sweetie?

-Mom

"So your mom leaves notes for you?" Cole asked, reading over my shoulder. I nodded, and looked at the mess the Serpentine had left in the hallway. Picture frames smashed, the phone ripped from the wall, and the mirror resting in shards on the ground. I opened the hallway closet, and pulled out a broom and dust pan, ready to shift through trash from any salvageable thing.

I knelt down, and looked at the picture of me when they had first brought me here, my skin still unhealthily sea bleached, along with my shorter blonde hair. "Do you need any help?" I shook my head, and he knelt down anyways. "I'm sorry for beating you up that day. One of my friends had wanted to make it onto a biology quiz bowl team, and when he died, and I went back to my dad's, I wanted to do it for him...I over reacted."

"It's okay." I said, looking him in the eyes. "You wanted to do it for a friend, I understand. Sometimes, I hope whoever used to know me chose to do something to remember me...silly, isn't it?" I stood up, and looked at the door. We'd need a new lock, that was for sure.

"Maybe they are." He said.

I laughed. "Right, two years after I show up they'd clearly still be doing things, even when we've been all over Ninjago trying to find someone, anyone who knew who I was."

"Well...goodbye then..." He said softly, starting to walk out.

"Bye." I said, closing the slightly broken door. Late evening sunlight shone past the windows, illuminating the room in an almost orange glow. I dropped the broom, and laid down on the couch. Cleaning could wait for a while.


I love you guys~~~ all of you~~~~

((Yes, I'm pretty sure it was his left arm))

I've been a lazy ass, that's why this hasn't updated. If you've read Bring Him Home, you also know I've been an asshole in the plot for that.