A.N: Hey peeps. Not much to say, besides thanks for reviews! And welcome to chapter 11!

Oh, some review responses because some caught my eye and I had to say something.

Guest- Your review made me laugh. I'm glad you're eager about this! And don't worry, that'll come up eventually. If it helps, what episode was Lloyd captured? That's when it'll come up. ;)

wafflestheninja- Yeah, but don't worry. He's alive. I'm not THAT evil. :D

shadow ninja- I'm sure everyone feels that way, but Gene's important to the plot. Sorry. But don't worry, he'll have his demise. I'll make sure of it. But remember, he's a kid. An annoying one, but still a kid.

Thanks to all else who reviewed! You guys ROCK! This chapter is ENTIRELY Lloyd's. Enjoy!

Lloyd's POV:

For a moment, I just stood there dumbfounded, staring at the open window of the old stone building. Should I go down and get it? If I do, then I'll meet a snake. But if I don't, the snake said he would help me, so then he wouldn't.

I shrugged to myself. Pros outweighed the cons. The question was how I would get down there. The Bounty was floating hundreds of feet above the ground, so it wasn't like I could jump down.

Frowning, I turned around and walked back into the ship. As I was walking inside, a flash of gray caught my eye. The anchor. It was hanging half-way off the ground from when the ninja used it to get to the school.

I sprinted into the bridge, where luckily nobody was, and scanned the control panel. The small lever that Nya pulled earlier caught my eye, and the ship's anchor slowly chugged to the ground…

…only to crush a guy's pickup truck.

Oops.

I suppose it would have been wise to think this plan through a bit more. For starters, I'm afraid of heights. My hands trembled and every time I let go of the chain to move myself further down, I felt a surge of panic. How I managed to get to the bottom without turning into a pancake is beyond me.

Presumably ungracefully, I jumped from the chain and onto the sidewalk, avoiding the gaze of the trucker whose car I smashed, as he waved his hands, repeatedly pointing to his car while shouting into a flip phone.

There didn't seem to be any signs of distress when I got to the school. The sign above the gate was covered in rust. A large piece of paper covered the original engraving (or what was left of it) and read Darkley's Boarding School for Bad Boys. I glowered at the name of the place that ruined my life.

The only open window was at the top floor. As I charged inside, I noticed that the building wasn't in very good shape on the inside either, with peeling paint and leaky pipes, cracked tiles and creaky floorboards, and a not very pleasant smell I would rather not describe.

Every single floor was identical to the next. There was a large U shaped hallway on every level, with windows on the right and classrooms on the left. Some of them had bags and posters inside, but most of them were long since abandoned.

Finally, at the top floor, my drawing was resting on the old wooden floorboard, with the wind blowing through an open window. A grin spread across my face, but then dissipated as I remembered who else was here.

My drawing became wrinkled as I clutched it tightly and walked through the halls. No ninja, no students, no serpentine. Everything seemed to be a threat to me. It was a strange feeling, expecting something to just appear out of the blue and offer you help. Then again my life has become the definition of strange.

I was staring out the window looking at the houses below when I crashed into something, knocking me onto my back as my drawing fluttered delicately to my side. Standing above me was Pythor.

The only word I caught was apologies, whatever that had to do with the context. Assuming he said sorry for ramming into me, anyone would, I nodded politely and said that it was alright.

There was an awkward silence between us. The violet serpentine studied me curiously, and I noticed how much longer his neck was in person. His magenta eyes seemed to glow faintly, like built-in headlights.

Eventually, he pointed to some things and talked, but I couldn't understand much. I shook my head. "I'm deaf."

Pythor stopped, startled. He studied me with new-found interest, like when a teacher announces playing a game in the middle of class.

I didn't see any writing utensils or paper, so I was curious on how Pythor would get his point across. Suddenly, he caught my attention, and started making motions with his hands. It wasn't sign language, more like poorly thought out charades.

Would this be a bad time to point out that I'm bad at this game?

Pythor formed his claws into a crude lowercase y shape. "Why…" I started. He nodded, indicating I was right.

Next, he made a shape that didn't really look like anything to me. I tilted my head, making out a shape. "Ice cream cone?"

He looked at his claws, puzzled, and looked like he was mentally face-palming himself. I couldn't help but laugh. He then made his index claw bend like a pirate hook. "Are…"

Pythor nodded again and pointed at me. "You…" He smiled, and then gestured around the building. "Here?" The look on his face told me I was right.

"Oh…I get it." I said. "I dropped this," I pulled out my drawing of Ink to show him, "and it flew into an open window. I climbed down from that ship," I then gestured to the Bounty floating above us, "to get it."

Pythor looked out the window at the ship. His eyes widened. Frantically, he pointed to himself, to the ship and back to himself. "You want to go on the Bounty?" He nodded.

I raised an eyebrow, apprehensive. He may be nice, but he's still a snake none the less.

Seeing my expression, he sighed. Slowly, he mouthed, work with me.

I froze. He said that in my dream. If he says next…

Pythor continued. Still slowly, he said, I wish to help you.

Now my eyes widened. I could feel the color drain from my face. I didn't know my dream would be this accurate. And if it is this accurate, then sooner or later I'm going to be kidnapped.

Not a good omen.

Noticing the expression on my face, Pythor looked concerned and slithered closer to me. Using hand gestures, he asked, Are you…antenna?

No… wait…Are you ok?

I gulped and nodded. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine."

Pythor studied me. He didn't seem convinced, but luckily didn't press further. He pointed to himself, and made a crude p shape, then a y, a cross, an o, and a pirate hook.

I already knew his name, but if I told him that then I would have to explain my dream, which I didn't want to do at all. Playing dumb, I asked, "Pythor?"

Said snake politely smiled and pointed to me with a questionable look.

"My name's Lloyd." I didn't tell him my last name, since this was going well.

Pythor smiled kindly at me, and then pointed to the ship.

"Right, ok follow me."

The two of us sprinted (or slithered, take your pick) through the school and back down the stairs. It felt so awkward having a snake follow you, that does not want to kill you. I would think that after all the fights with snakes that my friends have had that they would be ruthless killing machines all throughout the tribes.

When we got to the school entrance, my friends and my older brother were already there talking. Seeing me caused a mixture of reactions.

Sean looked ready to explode along with Kai; Jay looked at me in disbelief, Zane had his same monotonous face, but his eyebrows were raised. And Cole was studying me with an air I couldn't quite place, but disliked.

"Ok before you all yell at me for leaving the Bounty…" I started. "He," I jerked my thumb at Pythor, "wants to talk to you."

All gazes turned to Pythor. Kai pulled out his sword and Sean pulled out his gauntlets, but Pythor slithered backwards and told them off. The two most impulsive team members put back their weapons while grumbling.

As Pythor told his story, I caught bits and pieces of it while watching his lips move. Orange haired boy, serpentine, release, and devourer.

I turned back towards the school. Two silhouettes of people were running behind the building in the opposite direction of the Bounty.

Gene and Brad.

They got away.

A.N: DUN DUN DUN! I planned to make this WAY longer, but I have family at my house and the only time I can update is in the mornings, and it takes me a while to crank this out.

This took me a lot longer than I thought to write! It sounded a lot better in my head. :P

So Gene and Brad were in the school because…well let's just say they wanted to have a discussion with their old classmates. *mischievous smile*

Sorry for this crappy chapter. Review please! Have a nice day, (or night.)