Before we get to the action...
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Okay, language was Japanese; I used it as a symbolization of using magic/mind control. The phrases and the translations (roughly, I had to use Goggle Translate so don't hate me please...):
Chapter 15:
Kare no dorei ni narou = Become his slaves
Junsuina doku = Pure Venom
Chapter 16:
Kaihōsareru = Be freed
Gādian =... I will wait on translating that one! (note this is not the translation)
Okay, with that out of the way... Time for the chapter!
Annabella's memories...
The door was kicked down, revealing a red-faced, angry man. "Honey, I'm home!"
A woman squeaked, afraid. "Annabella, hide!"
Nodding, the young Annabella ran down the hallway, trying to find any hiding place for comfort; unfortunately, due to her last growth spurt, all of her usual places were too small for her to fit. She groaned, only to whip her head around at a crack.
"You bitch! Be thankful I took you in! Where's that useless girl?"
Whimpering, Annabella ducked under the guest room bed, trying to not tremble. Footsteps pounded throughout the house, and Annabella held herself. "Annabella, come out!" The man called. He smirked and flipped over the bed, causing Annabella to shriek.
"H-hi daddy." She squeaked.
"Bad girl!" Her father scolded. He kicked Annabella hard in the stomach and Annabella felt bile come up her throat. "You're completely useless! You're a waste of space, even if you were a boy!"
For the next hour her father mercilessly beat Annabella. She screamed, pleading for him to stop, and only after she was covered in bruises did he relent. "Next time, greet me at the door with a smile!" He ordered. Annabella nodded feebly, even as she knew it would just end the same way, though hopefully with less pain.
Once her father had gone to sleep, the woman crept into the room, finding Annabella sobbing into her hands. "Bella, come here."
"Mommy, I hate daddy!" Annabella whispered, holding her mother.
"Shh. Annie, I swear it'll be okay." Her mother promised. She rubbed Annabella's back, holding her close.
"No, mommy, don't send me away!" Annabella begged.
"You have to." Her mother insisted.
That night, her father beat her more than normal. By the time he was finished, Annabella could barely move. Her mother was already asleep, and Annabella was forced to sob by herself.
"Hello Annabella. I'm your torturer today. Let's start!" The voice in the intercom said.
Annabella screamed as electricity surged through her, worsened by having previously been forced to last a half hour under water. "Stop, please!"
"Hmm, temper, temper. Time to rewrite." A scientist came forward and placed a needle in Annabella's arm.
The last image she saw was her mother's face before passing out.
Annabella held her head, screaming herself hoarse as Emera sobbed beside her.
Emera's memories...
"Get away from me!" A woman ordered, but the man grabbed her arm.
"Thaaaat's noooo way to greeet meeee!" The man slurred. "Wheeeeere's our sweeeet Emera?"
Terrified, Emera hid in the closet, trembling behind coats. Her father opened the door, grinning horrifically. "Theeeeere's my favorite girl!" He called before reaching in.
Blood. Her mother was lying in a pool of blood. Her own blood. Emera touched her mother's dead face, resisting the urge to scream.
"Eeeeemeraaaaa, don't worry!" Her drunken father insisted. "Mommy was very bad, so she was punished! You won't be!" He grinned. "I'll get rid of the others, and we can be a family again!"
Amelia was shaking in the corner, crying. Jim was beaten and unconscious on the floor.
My fault. It's my fault. I asked for him back! Emera told herself.
"Tiiiiiime toooooo finish up!" Emera's father started towards Amelia, fist ready.
Emera didn't think; she found the knife block in the darkness, and grabbed the largest blade she could. She ran up to her father and slammed the knife into his back.
Crimson red blood flowed out of the wound and on Emera's hand. Her father staggered, then fell over to the floor, dead. Amelia looked at Emera with wide eyes, and Emera shook.
"I... I killed him..." Emera whispered. She dropped to the floor, sobbing into her blood-red hands. "What am I?!" She screamed.
Amelia ran to her, giving her a hug, but Emera shoved her back. "Get away from me! I killed them! It's all my fault!"
Emera was on a bike, Amelia behind, when the van blocked their way. Men piled out, guns in their hands. "Amelia, run!"
Amelia was torn, but Emera grabbed her softball bat, ready. One man rolled his eyes, shooting her with a dart and pressing a button.
She screamed as venom filled her body; not enough to kill, but enough to cause horrific pain and knock her out.
"Time for the rewrite." The woman whispered.
Emera, strapped to a table, jerked, trying to get free. "Get away from me!" She yelled, but the scientists merely restrained her before injecting the shot.
Emera had nearly collapsed, and Nya didn't fare better.
Nya's memories...
Bright white lights. The hospital room was completely white, and her father wheezed continually, life leaving him with every breath. "Nya, could you leave for a moment?" Her father asked feebly.
Wiping her eyes, Nya left the room. She held herself, scared. We're by ourselves now. Nya murmured to herself. If I'd never been born, this would've never happened!
Nya was shaking, unable to stop. But Diane stood firmly on the ground, and in her dreams nearly smiled.
Diane's memories...
Warmth. She was tucked into a warm bed by a glowing fire. A woman wearing a veil approached the bed, smiling. "Hello, Gādian."
"In this form, know me as Diane." She replied. "I never was given a childhood."
"Naturally." The woman placed a bowl of hot soup on Diane's lap. "Do you look forward to it?"
"Of course." Diane eagerly ate the piping hot soup, smiling. "I plan to take full advantage of everything it has to offer. How old am I?"
"About eight years old." The woman sat down on the chair beside the bed, stroking Diane's cheek. "I will make sure you have a full life."
"Thank you. When will I drink the elixir?" Diane asked.
"At the age of twenty. Until then, have fun." The woman said.
Diane ran through warm fields full of flowers and life. Her surrogate mother smiled, running to catch the twelve year-old. "Wait up, dear!"
"But mother, the flowers are all blooming!" Diane said. "I never got to see them do so as a child!"
"Yes, but be careful!" Her mother insisted. "You might,"
"Oof!" Diane tripped, falling over. "Ouch!"
"Diane, are you alright?" Her mother asked hurriedly.
"I am fine." Diane looked around, finding the field at an end, leading to a dead plain. "What happened here?"
Her mother paled. "Quickly, back to the house!"
Diane, a young woman, sat by her mother's bed. She had caught the flu, but was nearly better. "Do you need anything?"
"I will be alright." Her mother responded. She smiled softly. "To think you will drink the elixir in just two years."
Sighing, Diane looked out the window at the snow. "I know." She tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear, not bothering to redo her bun. "I have had a lovely childhood, but..."
"But what?" Her mother sat up slowly. "Did you miss something?"
"I missed the love of another." Diane's eyes glowed golden, showing the spirit of Gādian. "I know you love me, and I do as well, but I missed the love of another my age."
"I wish I could have made it possible." Her mother placed her hand on Diane's. "But they could have found you. If it was within my power, I would have scoured Ninjago looking for someone for you."
"I do not blame you. It was merely wishful thinking." Diane murmured.
"Diane, run!" Her mother ordered. Still weakened from her bout with the flu, she was still able to wield a sword.
Nodding, Diane raced back towards their house. However, a sickening noise caused her to stop in her tracks. Slowly, she turned around, and cried out; her mother's head had been severed from her body.
Steeling herself with Gādian's resolve, Diane resumed running, and slammed the door behind her. She ran to the kitchen, opening the cupboard.
There, standing there as it always did, was the Elixir of Power and Protection. Slowly, making sure to not drop it, Diane lifted it off the shelf and drank the contents.
The men outside had nearly gotten to the house when Diane made her way outside. Her eyes hard, she immediately summoned vines, which trapped the men where they stood. One of them, however, managed to use his gun to shoot Diane with a tranquilizer dart, causing her to pass out.
"You're a very special test subject. You're going to get a full wipe." The intercom voice announced.
Diane struggled, but the scientists were able to quickly and easily deliver the shot into her arm.
Blinking, Diane turned towards the Demon of Darkness, who paled. "Impossible!"
"A full memory wipe made it simple to recover." Diane told her. She pulled out her bō staff, running and managing a hit.
Once the Demon of Darkness was distracted, her hold on the other girls was weakened and then broken. After a second, they were able to stand, though weakly. "What... the hell happened?" Annabella panted.
"They didn't just suppress our memories." Diane replied, quiet. "They rewrote them. They changed what we thought, who we were, only because it suited them. But..." Her eyes glowed. "I have only one thing to say to you, Demon. No more!"
The Demon of Darkness shrieked in anger. "I don't care if you have stronger powers! I don't care you have Gādian! You are powerless against me!"
"No. You are powerless against us. Why else would you have tried to bargain with us? You are even weak to the other ninja." Diane's voice rose, anger filling it. "Without a physical form, you are nothing!"
A chip of skin broke off from the Demon of Darkness' face, and her skin began to crack. "I will destroy you!" She yelled.
"Gādian did not give me strength." Diane said softly. "She did not give me power, anything to harm. She gave me the knowledge to reason. The elixir I received was merely to distract you."
The Demon of Darkness opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her eyes widened as her body slowly turned to dust. The other girls gaped at Diane.
"H-How'd you do that?" Emera insisted.
"The Demon of Darkness depends on one thing; sorrow and pain." Diane explained. "When we refused to give her that, she had no power. I suspect the males also stopped supplying her, and thus she lost everything."
"Not everything." The spirit of the Demon of Darkness rose. "I may have lost my human form, and may have lost my chance, but you are coming with me! Those shots implanted special machines, which will kill you!"
The spirit dove to its throne, activating it. A moment later the four girls all fell to their knees, being electrocuted from the inside.
Amelia and Lloyd dove into the control room, witnessing the scene from above. "We've got to help them!" Amelia cried.
"How? Can you work that computer?!" Lloyd asked.
Looking over at the computer system controlling the electrocution, Amelia's eyes lit up. "Stand back!" She ordered. Lloyd did so, and Amelia slammed her foot into the system. Spurting out extra electricity, the machine stopped, and the female ninja were able to get up. Amelia hit another button, releasing the older male ninja.
"Are you guys okay?!" Nya asked, running and hugging Jay, who blushed.
"We're fine." Cole lied before clutching his rib cage. "Ow..."
"No you're not!" Emera countered, assisting him with standing.
"Sis!" Amelia ran into the room, hugging Emera tightly.
"Amelia figured out how to stop the computer! She's a genius!" Lloyd praised.
"How were you able to do it so fast?" Zane asked.
"Easy! Emera once told me, 'when a machine doesn't work or do what you want, hit it!'" Amelia said proudly.
"I did?" Emera said, confused.
"We're going to need to work on the whole 'memory' thing, this is getting annoying." Annabella groaned, annoyed she couldn't remember correctly.
Okay! Chappy done. AND I REFERENCED DOCTOR WHO, YEEEEEEESSSSS! And the final translation:
Gādian = Guardian
BEFORE I GO: No, Nya does not have any missing memory. What the Demon of Darkness did was draw out a suppressed memory of extreme sorrow and pain which Nya was forced to re-live, like the others had to re-live their non-rewritten memories, which would be increasingly torturous.
I'll fill in on that later. Till next chapter, bye guys!