Chapter 18

Plan C?

"Pixal, please hand me the wire cutter," Marcy requests. Pixal's eyes widen, but she hands her the tool anyway, somewhat reluctantly. Marcy snatches it out of her hand and sets to work at cutting the damaged wires blocking her path to his energy source at a rapid pace. Zane screams and all are taken aback.

Zane over hears Lloyd muttering, "After Jay, Kai, and Cole go missing, Zane is injured like this?"

"Pixal, hand me the syringe in my bag," Marcy says while the android gets it and hands it to her as well. "Don't worry Zane. When you wake up you will be okay." Or better off at least, Marcy thinks as she jabs the needle into Zane's arm, injecting the blue liquid into his body, haste being needed above all. Zane's eyes shut instantly and she shoves the syringe in Pixal's hands, working on him anxiously.

Three Days Later

"We need to find a way to find Kai, Jay, and Cole," Zane states the very moment he is conscious, "I'm worried about them. Have any of them returned?"

"Um…no, but wouldn't you need to worry about yourself first?" Lloyd asks hesitantly.

"Why haven't you looked for them?" Zane question them.

"We did, but can't find them. We have not seen your falcon either, or we may have already," Pixal notifies him, "How are you feeling?"

Zane ignores her question and turns to Lloyd, "Think a minute. Is there anywhere you may have missed?"

At that moment, the falcon flies in the monastery through the open door that had been left because Misako just entered the room with Sensei Wu. "Zane! You're awake!" Misako and Wu exclaim. The falcon perches on Zane's arm as he sits up and taps on him with his beak, pulling on his sleeve. 'What's he doing?" Garmadon asks.

"I sense he wants us to follow him," Zane announces as the bird takes off, and he immediately gets off the table.

"Wait, Zane! Shouldn't you rest?" Nya calls to him as he rushes out the door.

"I'll be fine," he tells her as he shuts the door and darts off into the grey dawn.

"Be safe!" The women call to the others as they leave, the men following the falcon.

After a few minutes, Zane halts, putting his hands on his knees, panting heavily, and notices he is sweating profusely, now that he is a human. He feels wobbly and the gash has not healed, but has become worse. Being a robot his entire life, the injuries he sustained did not affect him as much as now, yet there is no time for this. Who knows what may have happened to the others while he was asleep? Zane draws in a deep breath, lifting his head to see his bird circling above him, waiting impatiently, and takes off again, still way ahead of Lloyd, Sensei Wu, and Sensei Garmadon.

1 Hour Later

The falcon perches on Zane's shoulder. Just the minor weight of the ice ninja's feathered friend feels like a heavy burden. Zane drops to one knee and puts hand out to stop his fall from going any father, and lifts his weary head up, only to meet a part of his darkest dreams. The alley. This is where his nightmare began in that lonely place. "Zane, are you okay?" Lloyd asks, pulling him to his feet.

No, I am not alone. I have my family, and if someone wants to harm them, I will do whatever I can to save them. I don't want to lose another family member, ever again. Zane takes a step in the alley and says, "I'm fine." Lloyd's brows furrow with worry, but he merely follows his brother, into whatever trap this may be.

Jason pushes his chair back from his desk, staring at the monitors, showing Zane from different angles, vulnerable-yes-extremely vulnerable. Jason grins widely, and tells his guard behind him, "13's here. Execute Plan C."

"C sir?" the guard asks, confused, but quickly exits the room, receiving a cold glare from behind.

Zane…this is going to be fun. I want to see ho great of a ninja you are, or if the rumors are even valid. Jason runs a hand through his jet-black hair, refraining from changing the plan to his favorite: Plan F.

I'm sorry for not updating recently. I was grounded from the computer again; however, I have been handwriting one of my next Fanfics during my absence. I don't like taking vacations from writing.