I wrote this little thing on my way to school~ It's kinda angsty. I know I should be writing the requests and stuff I have to, but school just sucks the energy out of you! So I took my little hit of inspiration and just wrote!
Randy Cunningham 9th Grade Ninja © Disney XD, Jed Elinoff and Scott Thomas
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The Ninja of Norrisville represented strength. He was the light when everything was dark. He had been the one person the city could rely on for 800 years. Eight hundred. Years.
Randy's throat let out a nasty sound; a mix of a choked sob and a cough. His eyes were red, he knew even though he wasn't looking at his reflection. Salty tears ran out of his eyes. With his tight mask on though, the liquid spread around the ring of the eye hole. The tears, now mixed with his sweat, was starting to itch his face. And the ash and dirt that had stuck on his face looked worse than it did just a while ago.
But he ignored it. For the fact that he kept crying. Kept letting out tears. Kept wanting to get rid of this feeling.
The horrible feeling of failure.
How has it come to this? He was just being Randy. A fairly normal teen in freshmen year of high school with a single best friend.
He guessed that that was his mistake. Thinking that he could be normal? Or maybe thinking that he could take a break. He held back an angry scoff, of disappointment and disgust for himself.
It's been eight hundred years. He's about the 200th Ninja ever of Norrisville (yes, he calculated). All the ninja's had done great in their time (except maybe Mac Antfee, but we won't wonder about him). And Randy was the one who screwed up. And when he screwed up, he screwed up big time.
A choked sob ripped out of Randy's throat- almost successful this time. He watched because he deserved to. It was his fault. He wanted nothing else than to yank off his mask and take the respected duty of the Ninja that he had disgraced off; but he continued to wear it. Why? To torture himself. It was worse where he watched, so he had to compensate.
His hero, First Ninja, the man who he had the honor to work with when they had traveled back in time, was the best. And he would hate Randy so much now. He was sure, because he remembered back then when Finja had given up. He felt disappointed in his hero, but of course Finja redeemed himself to Randy. But Randy, he had no way to redeem himself from this.
Randy watched, a slow ache forming in his neck from keeping it in the same angle. He glanced up to relax it, and saw the setting sun. The double golden light casted itself on Randy, illuminating his ripped up suit and cuts on his body with a yellow color. If it wasn't so horribly terrible, it would have been beautiful.
Ninja feel to his knees. His body was weak. He was weak. He dropped to his hands. His fingers clenched the dirt under them. A shocking scream suddenly filled the air, as the young Ninja arched his head up to let it out.
The meaningless scream turned into a blame. He started blaming himself. For his friends, for the citizens. He sobbed out loud, pushing it out because he needed to get it away from him.
Finally, he pushed himself straight, to sit down with his legs under him. The redness in his eyes were darker, and dry now. Sitting atop Mount Chick, Randy blinked, dropping his gaze to the sight. The dark gray cloud had blown up greatly, looming over the city. It was like a dark omen, telling any onlookers around that this was a horrendous time. His shortened scarf waved behind him continuously in choppy waves. He didn't remember when the scarf was cut, but now it was ragged at the end.
The light of the event reflected in Randy's dulled blue eyes. He stared.
By nightfall, there would be nothing left- he knew.
It was a day to mark on history. The day the Ninja finally failed.
The city of Norrisville. The city that the Ninja had protected for 800 years.
The city that had once stood strong, with a lively beauty to it.
And Randy watched as the wonderful city of Norrisville was swallowed by the devastating flames, falling into smoke and ashes.
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In case you don't get it... Randy is suited up, bruised and cut up, sitting/standing on top of Mt Chuck. Aaaand Norrisville is destroyed. It's burning down, and Randy is watching it burn. No backstory to it. Maybe the Sorcerer caused it? Or mabe someone else? Idk, you come up with it, and let me know! ;D Leave a review!
