You have been warned.
Review Replies:
FFF: Haha, ikr?
Jens: Meh, this is the exact reason I like Ronin. (Weird, right?) And well? Whoops...
TheAmberShadow: No, Ronin's not possessed. He's just trying to win back his cursed soul like a dumbo. He'll come to his senses eventually... Maybe.
Guest: I'll consider your idea, but obviously with quite a few plot twists thrown into the mix. ;) I'm open to more ideas, if you have anymore.
It had been a treacherous journey down the mountainside, the stiff hitting bumps and throwing the green ninja from side to side. Lloyd gritted his teeth as the vengestone cuffs dug deep into his wrists, rubbing them raw. Because of the ghost's reckless actions that had resulted in the mast's breakage, Morro was having quite the hassle guiding it with his powers, thus the reason behind the sudden jolts and jerks. The boat hit each and every dip and pothole in the path, hitting rocks with such force that the hull crunched.
Cursing, the master of wind thrust his powers over the stern, causing an increase of speed and for the stiff to go airborne. When the boat once again came in contact with the ground, it was accompanied with a jarring impact, lurching the master of energy forward and face-first onto the deck. Being his hands were chained behind him, there was nothing he could do to catch himself. He let out a feral growl when the ghosts aboard began to snicker.
"Having trouble there?" Soul Archer taunted, and Lloyd cast him a glare devoid of any emotion. He wouldn't disclose his anger, nor the hollow, empty feeling that had manifested within his chest. Though his features nor posture showed it, he felt hopeless. And helpless. There was nothing he could do except reserve his strength for when Morro was ready to use him as a pawn once again. But it couldn't hurt to try and fortify his willpower. There was the slightest chance that he could reject Morro's possession. He had seen it.
When the wind Master had made his first attempt to overtake the blonde's body, Lloyd had caught a glimpse of his thoughts. That had been one of his worries—Lloyd's resistance.
"A little quiet, isn't he?" Bansha said, glancing down at the green ninja's prone frame. Once again, he did nothing.
"No! Why won't this stupid ship listen to me?! I control the wind!" Morro fussed as the stiff refused to cooperate with him, deliberately straying off course. "No! Not that way!" Alright. Lloyd couldn't contain his smugness any longer. It was impossible. The flicker of a grin puckered his cheeks.
"But you don't control Destiny. Maybe it's the stiff's destiny to slow you down," the green ninja commented, and Morro's head snapped in his direction. Anger burned bright in his ghostly green irises.
"Not another word," he hissed, but Lloyd did not quiet down. He was strong. Morro was weak.
"I don't have to listen to you," the blonde managed to climb to his knees, his gaze uncompromising. This only provoked the master of wind, but nevertheless he continued, "You can't control me." But once he said this, he realized his mistake. Morro's wind ceased, and the ghost canted his head to the side in mild amusement.
"Oh really? You're saying that I can't control you?" Morro's sinister voice set off a series of alarms in Lloyd's head, and the master of energy cringed. Yet remembering his inward oath himself, he was quick to square his shoulders.
"You do not disrespect our leader," Soul Archer said with his legs now materialized. He shoved the green ninja down with the toe of his boot, then perched on his back. Lloyd grimaced, altering his form to alleviate some of the pressure put upon his spine and wounded side. Soul Archer was standing spot on it.
"Unless you want to go deaf," Bansha resumed his sentence, floating up to his side.
"OR you will be possessed," Morro finished, his features twisting into a demented grin. This time, Lloyd couldn't help but shudder. It reminded him of the Overlord's wicked smile.
Almost imperceptibly, the blonde nodded, and Morro reassumed his position on the back of the ship. Activating his wind powers, the ship lurched into motion. Suddenly, an idea came to the green ninja's mind: He could throw himself overboard. Sure, doing that might result in a pair of broken legs, but that also meant Morro could no longer use him. He'd be worthless if he was crippled.
A small smile crept across his features as the stress upon his back was removed. Once it was, Lloyd sprang into action, kicking back and nailing the bow wielder in the shin. Soul Archer howled in pain as he raised his knee to his chest, dropping his weapon in the rush of things. Before Morro could wrap his mind around the situation unfolding before his very eyes, Lloyd had already staggered to the side right side of the ship, one leg thrown over the side.
As soon as Morro registered what was going on, it was a already too late. The master of energy launched himself into the snowy environment, and not even a gust of wind could stop him from doing so. He was home free!
Until he hit the ground.
The landing was much worse than he had anticipated, and he impacted the ground with his right side, his arm bending under his weight. With a sickening snap, the master of energy instantly knew that something had internally broken. As cold, searing pain tore from his shoulder and into to his fingertips, he let out and agonized wail, tumbling down the steep slope in a series of impartial flips and turns. After a while more of his aching body colliding with the face of the mountain, he finally came to a stop, where he remained for quite some time. It was by far too painful to attempt moving, so he just lay completely still, staring straight up into the bleak, white sky. His eyes were having trouble focusing on even that, so he scrunched them shut. So much pain...
If this was freedom, then why didn't it feel the least bit rewarding? Now he resided on a side of a rigid mountain, on the verge of shock with no elemental powers whatsoever. His arm was surely broken, as he could not move the limb without blasts of vibrant color erupting in the corners of his vision. Every shuddery breath he took brought upon a new tidal wave of nausea, causing his stomach to clench. Soon, the queasy feeling escalated into dry heaving, since he had not ingested any kind of food besides a shot of alcohol in the past four days. And the sensation kept coming over and over again, and Lloyd had no choice but to throw up his own saliva. He felt disgusting.
Eventually, the episode regressed, and the master of energy was left panting, dazed, parched, and starving. If his injuries weren't enough kill him, surely dehydration, starvation, or hypothermia would do the trick.
Teeth chattering, the master of Spinjitzu struggled his way into a sitting position, his tongue pinned between his teeth to keep himself from crying out. The conditions were so terrible, Lloyd knew that he'd have frostbite in a matter of minutes if he couldn't find a way to keep his blood circulating. But how could he do so with a useless arm? It was only slowing him down.
Trying to stand was much harder, and his legs almost gave out when he was halfway there , but he finally managed to find a footing. Upon first glance, the mountain appeared to be barren wasteland; no ledges within sight. How would he find shelter?
"You can't hide from me forever, Lloyd," Morro's derisive voice bounced off the cavernous rocks all around, and the blonde winced and the devilish sound. No! Not now! He just escaped! Breaking his arm had to be worth something!
Quickly, the energy master scanned the area, until his green gaze landed on a small crevice a few feet to his left. It was directly across from where he stood and would be in Morro's line of sight in a few moments or so, which meant that he had to act fast. Taking one last glance ascertain that Morro wasn't anywhere in sight, Lloyd proceeded across the divide.
Crossing this particular slippery patch of ice was difficult without hands, but the green ninja was quick to identify a common pattern. As soon as he did, he was able to maneuver deftly, until he was finally to the other side. He'd made it! Now he just had to hide-
"Don't. Make. Any. Sudden. Moves," Morro hissed from behind him, and his blood became the temperature of the air around him.
He hadn't made it.
"So if your stab wound wasn't enough, you go and throw yourself over the side of a moving ship and into subarctic conditions? You really do have a death wish," the master of wind remarked, accompanied by the jangle of keys. Morro was going to free him? Why would he do that- Oh no.
"Dying would be better than letting you use my body to harm my friends," Lloyd retorted, grimacing as the ghost grabbed him by his injured arm.
"We can make arrangements," Morro grunted as he fiddled with the lock on the vengestone cuffs, but he was having a difficult time using the key. Frustrated, he vanished into the cuffs, undoing the lock manually. Finally, with a click, they dropped into the snow below, stirring the fluffy substance.
The green ninja stretched out his sore limbs, but took extra precaution with his right arm. He wasn't entirely sure where he broke it because the whole thing felt like it was on fire, yet freezing at the same time.
In a puff of green mist, Morro appeared in front of him, his arms crossed with a not-too-pleased expression on his face. His features depicted disappointment, pity, and anger all in one. Lloyd gulped.
"Tell me why I shouldn't- Did you really have to break your arm?" the master of wind observed how Lloyd was cradling his right arm to his chest, wincing every now and then. At first glance, it appeared to look normal, until Morro examined it from the other side. It had a peculiar divot just above his elbow, where there appeared to be little to no bone, or lack there of. He frowned as he carefully applied pressure to the dip in Lloyd's skin, but the blonde yelped, jolting away from his touch.
"D-Don't..." the green ninja croaked, clutching his arm even tighter to his chest. "I-It hurts."
"No, really?" the ghost rolled his eyes, exhaling a deep, exasperated sigh. From what Morro gathered, Lloyd's arm wasn't a minor break: It was shattered. Morro had taken his eyes off of Lloyd for a split second, and now the blonde procured an injury the master of wind had no idea how to treat.
"H-How bad is it?" Lloyd asked in a quite voice after a moment, shifting his weight uncomfortably. Judging from the ghost's body language, it wasn't good.
"I think you shattered your elbow," Morro stated with a frown, and the blonde cringed. Shattered? Wouldn't he need a brace for that? Or surgery?
"Oh..." was all that Lloyd could think of to say as his heart sank. If he didn't receive the proper medical attention soon enough, he could forget ever fighting again. He'd never be able to with a deformed arm.
"Which means that you are of no more use to me," the ghost concluded, smirking as fright flared in the blonde's emerald eyes. "And that also means I'll have to find another Spinjitzu Master to possess."
"N-No..." Lloyd stumbled backwards, his eyes wide with fear for his family and himself. All of them knew how to perform Spinjitzu.
"Or," Morro raised a finger, and Lloyd dreaded his response, "you could teach me."
For the record, I am not completely evil. I just like hurting my favorite Ninjago Characters. (Wat the heck?)
Lloyd: I'm just gonna step out... *tries to sneak away*
Me: Get black here! I still need to break your other arm!
Lloyd: *gone*
Morro: Should I go after him?
Me: What do you think.
Morro: *sighs* I'll go get him.
Me: Good.
~Fin
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