WE'RE BAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! And now... drumroll please...
THE FINAL CHAPTER! WE END THIS STORY WITH THIS CONCLUSION! Anything to say, do0m?
do0m: …
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May the angst continue?
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Nah. just the violence.
me: ... okay... now on with the story...?
Lucine's P.O.V.
If you asked me how much time has passed, I wouldn't be able to tell you.
A month?
A year?
A decade?
Time unravels for me. Being immortal means waking up every morning and seeing the exact same face in the mirror.
Nothing has happened for a very long time. Resistance died out quickly, as while their lives may be less satisfying, under Master Garmadon's rule there is no war. No crime. No violence. Obey the law and nothing terrible will happen. The last unnatural death was a man who lost his life to suicide; either that or because he was unable to eat or drink due to stiches on his mouth. Nobody really cared anyway.
Zane and I continue with our lives. Lloyd is the only thing that tells me time is passing; each day he grows older, refusing his father's plea to rule by his side. He continues to age, now around the age Zane seems to be.
Today when I awaken, however, its to the sound of explosions. Flying out of bed, I grab my favorite dagger and run to the door. Zane quickly follows, and rather than dress I grab my gem.
The sight isn't pretty; a building has blown up. It reminds me all too well of my apartment years ago. I shiver, clenching my fists to avoid running away. The Serpentine come forward, having inspected the damage. "There were no cassssualties... Just asssshes..."
Zane frowns. "You can go back to the apartment; I'll handle this."
Nodding, I return, but as I lock the door someone coughs. "I've been waiting."
I gasp, spinning around, dagger in hand. An old man is standing by the counter. An unmarked file is lying on the counter beside him. "Who are you?"
"Someone who wants you to see the truth." The old man gestures to the file. "You might find this interesting."
"What is it?" I insist.
"Read it." The old man turns and leaves. Once he does, I nearly slap myself. Idiot! You should have restrained him at the very least!
Sighing, I move to the file. Nothing about it seems special; slowly, I open it, and look at the first paper in the pile, yellowed with age. Burning of apartment building on 900 Main Street.
I pale. The burning. My parents. I tremble slightly, grabbing the counter for support. Breathing deeply, I remove the other papers. The next paper is a report from the officer who investigated for foul play.
Fire began at apartment 201. Two people found inside, nearly unrecognizable. Cause of death: combustion within room.
I close my eyes, filling the flames of my nightmares touch me again. After a moment I frown; how could they have died from an explosion? Shaking my head to clear it, I pick up another of the papers; this time from the energy company which supplied to the apartment building.
Cause of fire due to gas leak. The gas was lit by an unknown source, and the resulting explosion caused the fire. Non-intentional explosion.
My trembling makes me slowly sink to my knees. A gas leak... Something as trivial as that killed my parents...
And I smelled it.
I can still remember that day. The smell of rotten eggs... No, gas! I smelled the gas!
My dad... He smoked... And I'd made sure to get an apartment which allowed smoking... He must have taken out his lighter... and...
The papers slide out of my hands onto the floor. Hot tears, tears I haven't felt in so long, rush down my cheeks as I begin to sob.
It was my fault. I'd smelled it. I should have told someone. If I had... "They would have lived..." I whisper.
And the people I killed. The ninja and the fire ninja's sister. They had nothing to do with it. If anything, they might have... might have been there to help.
I'm a murderer. Nothing more, nothing less. I scream and tear at my arms, digging my nails at my skin, as if my pain will bring them back. After few minutes my throat is raw from my screams and my skin raw from my nails and blood.
Wiping away my tears while trying to not spread the blood onto my cheeks, I rise, going to my bedroom and opening the drawer of my nightstand. Inside is Zane's memory switch; the metal still gleams and holds no rust as I clean it regularly, as if knowing I would need to use it one day.
Placing it inside an envelope, I grab a piece of paper. I write a short letter, placing it in the envelope which holds the memory switch. I also take a set of blueprints from the folder, Zane's blueprints, and fold them then place them in the envelopes. In my neatest script I pen I'm so sorry on the envelope, putting it on the counter.
I turn off the light slowly, then grab a pistol from my drawer. I've had one all my life; now it would help me right the wrongs I had committed. Loading it with a single bullet, I place the gun against my head and pull the trigger.
Hours later...
Zane walked into his and his sister's apartment. He carried food in large bags, and frowned at seeing the lights off. Sighing, he placed the bags down and turned on the light.
... AND WE'RE DONE! Yes, we leave it here!... Okay maybe not, possible sequel. And in case you couldn't tell, special guest was Zane's father, he was the old guy.
Also... Ginger (Guest), I apologize. Clearly your review WAS, in fact, a flame. Also, if you had not seen earlier... we did have Dareth die in the end. I apologize again if you had not noticed this. But, note: this was NOT a story to please. THIS WAS A STORY FOR ME AND DO0M TO LET OUT OUR INNER SOCIOPATHS AND PLAY WITH DEATH! (insert evil laugh here). And I actually DID manage to spare him from do0m's torture... LANE PUT THE WOOD CHIPPER AWAY! We're not using it on Dareth! And the same to all the other stuff!
*Lane/do0m sadly drives the wood chipper back into the garage.*
Anyway... the way we killed Dareth was actually, quite merciful when in comparison to the deaths of the ninja,
*do0m puts away her collection of sharp, pointy objects, including her favorite chainsaw, 'Spikey'*
As it was painless! Cole died from blood loss, Jay from blood running into his lungs with a shuriken going through his lungs.
*do0m returns the cement roller to the construction company, sighing "But there were such beautiful plans…"*
Nya died with a knife in her chest, Kai died with a shuriken being dragged up his chest FROM BEHIND. Sensei Wu... probably blood loss, or because a shuriken killed his heart (lots of shurikens).
*do0m releases the Kraken back into the sea, saying, "Good-bye, old friend,"*
Dying of starvation/thirst would be peaceful compared to those. And besides! We're allowing him to die rather than live in a world where there is a dictator and no freedom! That's something, right?
*do0m puts disassembles and puts away her combine-harvester. don't ask us why she has one, we have no idea*
Now... as mentioned above, a few people asked for a sequel, so one is possible! So, I will be holding a poll on my page, and depending on the results, we may provide a short sequel. Okay, from me, AnimeLover1321, goodbye!
*in the background, do0m waves with a sad smile on her face and a large, titanium sledgehammer in her hand*
I SAID PUT THEM ALL AWAY, LANE!
*she sighs, muttering "you never let me have ANY fun"*
(Do0m would like to point out she has no particular feelings about Dareth, having never watched enough of the show to actually see him, however, she likes sharp, pointy and/or dangerous things, and AnimeLover1321 gave her an excuse)
(And AnimeLover1321 would like to point out that DO0M TOLD HER TO MAKE THE STORY IN THE FIRST PLACE, as originally, this was going to be a happier, fluffier story where nobody died.)
(do0m smiles innocently.)
(AnimeLover1321 rolls her eyes, thus ending the fic)