A loud bugle blared through the prison walls, awakening evryone from their uneasy slumber.
"All right, scum eaters, everyone get a move on!" Stryker's voice echoed through a megaphone like an echo in a valley.
Most people in the prison harbored an uncanny hate for their "overlord" warden, and the elemental masters were quickly learning why.
As they were marched along the balconies, Stryker eyed them with an utterly hate filled gaze.
Misako noted several familiar faces through the crowd, mostly people UV had broadcasted capturing, including the city commissioner.
-B-
Apparently "work' was fixing all the damage the prison had sustained in the fight between Lloyd and his father; the elemental masters being put to work to set the prison to rights.
Misako was dragged off to the kitchen, presumably to wash dishes and cook food.
No one was complaining; she did make a mean cupcake after all.
Half of the prisoners were herded outside to work on the outer walls, while the others worked inside.
Shade was stooped over a pile of cement, hand mixing it with a too-short rusty shovel.
Next to him was Griffin, working slightly faster due to his super speed.
Under his breath, Shade mumbled words that his mother would have fainted upon hearing; the master of shadow completely ignoring the looks he was receiving from the master of speed
After a few minutes of hard labor, Griffin stepped back and wiped his sweaty brow with a cement stained sleeve.
"Man, this stinks." The master of speed complained.
"Yeah, we shouldn't have gotten caught." Shade agreed, jamming his shovel into the pile and stopping to rub his lower back.
"Well, yeah, but I was referring to this." Turner gestured vaguely to the cement pile in front of them.
"What's in it?"
Shade shrugged, a crinkle in his gray brow.
"Hey! Back to work!" Stryker snapped.
-B-
"I thought being defeated by a buffoon in an Oni mask was bad, but this is beyond humiliating." Neuro groaned as he scraped the toothbrush across the porcelain toilet seat for the umpteenth time.
"Karlof will make toilet shiny and clean..." The master of metal hummed. "While I think of... Ah escape plan." He added upon seeing the master of the mind's flabbergasted glance.
"Lloyd better be coming up with something." Nuero continued, inwardly knowing it would be a long time before anyone was rescued.
Unlike the others, the master of the mind knew Lloyd was only 15; he had seen into the kid's mind and saw way more than he wanted to.
In one sense, he felt bad about all the tragedy the legendary fifteen year old green ninja had plowed through; and in another, he couldn't help but look up to someone much younger than him as a source of strength.
"Green ninja is smart. He'll think of some plan." Karlof faithfully replied.
Nuero sighed. "I hope you're right."
-B-
Misako stirred a pot of gruel, the gag worthy smell just about killing her. She wasn't allowed to change the recipe to make it more tolerable; but had to serve it as it was. How humiliating.
The concoction bubbled, oozing off her spoon when she lifted it from the batter. This was ignoring the snot green color the goop had taken on.
"Hey!" One SOG, called with a wicked gleam in his eye. "Isn't a cook supposed to taste her own cooking?"
Misako eyed the bubbling green concoction in a panic, thinking up any defense she could. Ah yes.
"Well of course. I'd like to know who put all the ingredients into this pot, along with the water. They're the real cook; I'm just helping by stirring it."
The SOG goon flinched, and muttered, before turning on his heel and leaving.
Misako couldn't stop the sigh of relief that fled her lips once he was gone.
-B-
"Ugh, this is ruining my nails!" Tox shuddered, glaring down at her now scuffed forest green nails.
"It is fortunate that I do not have that incovienence." Pixal replied, earning an eyeroll from Tox.
"Another block please." Pale huffed as he pressed another brick into the cement.
Grumbling under her breath, Tox complied, dropping the brick into his outstretched hand none to gently.
The hole revealing the locker room was halfway patched, and he would say none to sloppily if Pale was the bragging type.
The work went on in silence, no one really in the mood for small talk with their defeat hanging over their heads.
"He caught sun stroke!" Someone shouted from behind.
Pale and Tox turned to see what one of the goons was complaining about, surprised to see Bilobo being half dragged by one of the guards.
"Give him some water and put him back to work inside. I don't have time for this." Stryker demanded, turning on his heel and walking back towards the main entrance.
He felt a pair of eyes trained on his back, and whipped around to lock eyes with Pale.
"What are you looking at , worm?"
All eyes twitched over to the group, and Pale flinched.
"Nothing, Mr. Stryker, sir." Muttered the Master of light, before whipping back around to face his work again.
-Author's Note-Well guys, I watched the finale today! If you guys have seen it, awesome! If you haven't you're missing out. I'll try to make this story line up with episode 94, but I plan on having fun in the mean time. Thanks to everyone who's left comments, and thankyou to those of you who pointed out my mistakes.Till next time-Darkwolf.
