Who else wants to give Lloyd 2 a stern talking-to

Review replies:

Draconis: I don't believe I have. Sounds interesting though, I might check it out. That's great! I assume you liked it?

Ebony: Not any of the torture that you've seen anyway. xdd Morro was never very good with blood, he got into a few scrapes before he met Wu that were not good for his mental state. As for the fight with Garmadon, he wasn't badly injured, Garmadon stalled him by casting the spell to possess him long enough for him to trap him and leave him for dead. No one really trusts Lloyd around actual bad guys, both for their sakes and his.

Zena: xddddd

Jayden: xd

Entity: Never heard "kafluffle". xd Well I don't think that really counts as school... xD

Nicktastic: He just gotta

Monile: xdddd

Windy: Thanks! It was very fun to write. ^ ^

Emobilcipher: Very strong sleeper. Like most of the people in the base. Only Lloyd woke up because he's used to Morro screaming in the middle of the night. And very pissed off. See the end of this chapter.

Lloyd awoke to the feeling of something sticky all over him.

What…? The blond blinked his eyes open, looking around the room. This wasn't his room. And it looked like it was mid-afternoon. Why had they let him sleep in so late? He looked back down at the bed, and his memories of the previous night rushed back to him as he registered Morro there. Right. His double being crazy and violent. Blood everywhere. Morro's fingers cut off. That was pretty bad.

Morro was still fast asleep on the bed, a few streaks of dried blood on his face. If Morro looked like that after Lloyd had cleaned him up, the blond himself must look pretty bad. Carefully, he untangled himself from the sleeping boy, then went to look in a mirror on the other side of the room. Yep, he had dried blood all ove r his face and arms. From Morro's reaction to all the blood last night, probably seeing his best friend covered in blood would freak him out.

So he scribbled a quick note – 'I went to clean up, I'll be back soon -Lloyd' – before heading off towards the bathroom down the hall. He spent about ten minutes scrubbing all the blood off his exposed skin, then headed to his room and changed clothes before going back to Sensei's room. Oddly enough, he didn't see anyone on his way back or forth. He heard voices, but didn't run into any of the others. When he arrived, he found Morro sitting up on the bed, Lloyd's note in his good hand as he stared at the remains of his fingers.

"Hey." Lloyd said softly as he entered. Morro looked up.

"Hey." He replied quietly before turning back to his hand.

"How are you feeling?" Lloyd came over and sat down next to him.

"…physically, not bad. Mentally…" He sighed quietly. "My hand is ruined… how can I fight?"

"With your other hand. And with your feet. And your powers." Morro cracked a faint smile.

"Well, true… but I'm still down a hand. That's one less sword I can wield."

"Maybe the Nyas can build you a new one." The blond suggested. Morro shook his head.

"Maybe if it was my whole hand, but four fingers are a lot harder to recreate than a leg."

"Still, those two are super smart. I'm sure they can do something." The two were silent for a moment. "Why did he do it?" Lloyd said at last, talking the dark-haired teen's injured hand in both of his.

"He hates me, that's why." Morro mumbled. "He… he came into my room when I was asleep. I woke up when he cut my fingers off. He didn't otherwise attack me, but he said… he said 'that was for my mom'. Then he just walked away. He stopped by the door, and watched me. I ran." The wind master's voice was monotone. "Then he followed me."

"I… but… he's supposed to be a good guy! Maybe… maybe he's possessed."

"He's not like you, Lloyd." Morro shook his head. "I've seen that hatred in his eyes since you first captured me. Me becoming human only gave him the chance he had been waiting for to get his revenge on me." He gave a faint smile. "I've… I've done so much to him, I honestly can't blame him. I deserve it." His voice cracked.

"No, no you don't. Not when you're trying your best to be good. He should return the trust you've given me and the others, not punish you for it." Lloyd rubbed Morro's palm with his thumb. "You don't deserve pain. You deserve safety. You need it, there are enough outside forces trying to hurt you without members of our own group attacking you." Morro nodded a bit, but didn't answer. After a few moments, he looked down at himself.

"I ruined Nicole's jacket." He whispered. It was true, the navy-blue jacket was thoroughly soaked and stained with blood.

"I don't think she'll mind. You couldn't help it." Lloyd patted his shoulder. "You should get up and get some food and water."

"I don't… I don't think I can eat. I'd just throw up."

"Well, drink some water, at least. You lost a lot of blood." Slowly, the wind master nodded.

"You'll have to help me. I'm…pretty weak."

"I can do that." Taking his good hand, Lloyd helped him to his feet, then pulled his left arm around his shoulders and lead him down the hall to the dining room. They found a few of the others there, Morro 1 and Dyana and Garmadon 2. His father's double looked… very upset. Lloyd couldn't blame him. His son had violently attacked someone last night. He looked up as the pair entered the room, and said,

"Morro, I'm… sorry. For what my son did."

"It's not your fault." The dark-haired teen said quietly as Lloyd lowered him into a chair.

"It is, in a way." The grey-haired man shook his head. "A few days ago, he spent nearly fifteen minutes telling me just how much he hated you. How he wished he could get revenge. I should have seen this coming." Morro shook his head.

"What's done is done." Once he was settled in his chair, Lloyd went to get the wind master a glass of water. He still wasn't sure if his double had gone mad with wishes of revenge, or if he was possessed or otherwise affected by an outside source. Maybe he could talk to him later. For now, he just had to make sure Morro recovered in peace.

TheDarknessReturn

Lloyd sat silently on the clean bed, staring down at his cuffed hands in his lap as he listened to the activity outside his window. Though this room wasn't a cell in the traditional sense, it was a prison, in the sense that he couldn't get out.

They had taken away his leg, cuffed his hands, and set a pair of guards outside his room. Though they had questioned him while they locked him up, he refused to say a word. Mainly because he didn't know how to answer them.

"Why". Why did he do it? A rabid thirst for revenge? A slip of sanity? He honestly couldn't figure out what had possessed him to do that to Morro. All his previous excuses seemed weak and futile now.

He felt guilty. Horribly guilty. Both of what he'd done to Morro, and what he had done to everyone else. He had betrayed their trust. They might never trust him again. His relationships with the ninja, Dyana and Harry, Sensei, even his father, might be ruined forever. Lost in an instant. What he had done to Morro might cost him everyone he had ever loved.

Covered his face with his bound hands, Lloyd began to cry as the weight of what he had done hit him. He had thought it all through. He had calculated when Morro would be too exhausted to fend him off, when everyone else would be asleep. But he barely even considered the consequences. He knew the others would be angry, but he didn't think that through any further. He didn't think about how they would despise and distrust him. He didn't think about how they might never trust him again. He had done a terrible, terrible thing.

Hearing her prey's sobs, Nicole, satisfied, walked away from his window and left him with his thoughts.

I don't know about you guys but I would be really offended if someone chopped off my prospective boyfriend's fingers

~FFF