AN: Hope you like the new oneshot.

This was requested by: Monolaymoo

Set after the movie

Lego owns Ninjago


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That's all she was now.

I have no one...

The fire took that from me!

The girl found herself stood, holding her only surviving item, a small toy cat, watching her home burn. It wasn't really burning anymore, just smouldering, but the true horror of the fire was only just being revealed. Tears rolled down her cheeks, but she couldn't feel them.

Burnt, hollow shells.

Where are my parents? All I see is hollow bodies...

The people in uniforms, like the ones that other children used to dress up as, were dragging bodies from the wreckage. But they were supposed to help us, mother always said, not reveal our grief. With every new body that was thrust into the light of the evening, and the sightless eyes that rolled to see the sky they had never seen again in life, she felt her despair grow. None of the bodies looked like her parents; she told the men in blue uniforms, but they insisted that these husks of life were her parents. The child just stared.

Why did they go?

Am I alone, or is this just a nightmare?

Alone. What is alone? Was she cut off from the world, or has she cut herself off? Does it really matter? In the end, the child didn't react. How could she? When her whole world was in flames, and the only people she trusted lay burnt at her feet. The men in uniforms moved her away, telling her not to look, but that was the only thing she ever saw.

"What is your name, little one?"

Name? Do I have one? The people who named me are dead, so does it even matter?

"Well, aren't you a quiet one."

Silent. The child stayed silent, and made not a sound as the men in blue uniforms, police, tried to get her a new place to go. They wanted her name, so they could find her relatives, but she remained quiet. She didn't want to find her relatives, they would just remind her of what she had lost. Grandma had her mother's eyes, and grandpa had her father's smile. Uncle had her hair, and auntie had his humour. They were just reminders.

Who is to blame?

I didn't ask for this. The flames were supposed to stay in the fireplace. But now they rule the world.

Seeing the ones happy, as they were reunited with the lost. Alive, all of them. She saw how they smiled, and laughed with thankful relief, mocking her loss. Children, children she knew, were lucky enough to be reunited with living parents, not empty shells. And why? Because They had saved them.

I see now...who is to blame.

They live, happy in the face of my loss. They have all the power, they could've changed my fate. They didn't care!

Watching, as the colourful fighters left the burning wreak. All alive, all breathing. People rushed to praise them, gifts and tokens of gratitude, as they saved another from the building's ruins. Looking at their rescued families, the people cheered, but the small child remained silent, hate sparking a new flame.

They do not help...

They play God with their power, choosing to make me suffer. But I'll make them feel my hurt...

The colourful fighters left, leaving the scene. The bodies lay around the little girl, as she stared into her mother's burnt face, gazing at her glazed eyes. Soon, the police took her away, but not before she memorized her parents' dying expressions.

Taken away...

New place, new parents, but they aren't real. They want me to love them, just as they do. But my love died in the flames.

Rich and posh, the couple acted like she was theirs. She was not. A publicly stunt, that's all she was. A way for them to seem kind. Oh, how they cared for her, too much. They wanted her love, but she hardened her heart. Never again would she feel, feelings only hurt. Now numb, she took their hand, letting them think they had won, and that she was theirs.

Masks...

I hide now, lost in my own world. Everything is burnt, and I'm empty.

Weeks, months, years. They all meant nothing to her. Every day was a play, an act of normality. An act of life. Rotten from the inside, she plastered her outside with only goodness. Like a festering apple, she was sweet to behold, bitter to taste.

The flames have died...

And so have I.

Numb, and burning for revenge.


AN: I know, this is shitty. But I thought it might be good to introduce my movie version of Harumi. This is a little confusing to understand (I did that deliberately), but it is basically telling her thoughts after her parents died in a fire, the same fire from 'Green energy', one of my previous oneshots.

I was going for a dark, broken feel to her mind, with odd things thrown in. Hope it wasn't too horrid. I did try.

My mocks have ended, but that just leaves a few more weeks till my real exams. So updates for all my stories will be few and far between. Sorry.

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Wyrenfire