what if Lloyd was raised by his father instead if his mother? how would he turn out?
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Koko smiled down sweetly. Her son, Lloyd was sleeping soundly in his crib. He had recently turned one, and was still tiny and adorable.
She gently stroked his fluffy yellow hair, as it was sticking up in odd angles. She wanted too continue to stare at her baby, as he slept, forever. But she also wanted the fight between her and her husband to end. And avoiding it, wasn't going make it go away.
She sighed and brought her hand back up. She walked out the room, closing the door as quietly as she possibly could.
She walked down the corridor, without a sound. Only too see, her husband; Garmadon already standing in their bedroom. His four arms behind his back She closed the door, so if they started shouting again. It wouldn't wake up the baby. She could see, he was watching her out the corner of his eye. "We can't keep having this fight." He told her darkly. His voice deep and threatening. She sighed again, feeling tears in her eyes.
"I know." She refused to look at him, as he turned and placed his two top arms in her shoulders. "Then why are you disagreeing? We both agreed on this future for L." She bit her lip. It was true, she had promised that this would be his path.
"Because I'm having second thoughts. I just feel he's meant for so~ much more then that." She felt his bottom arms wrapp around her waist. "There's something else your not telling me." _____________________________________________
Lloyd tossed and turned in his bed. "L! L! Wake up! Now!" He heard his father banging on his door. The fifteen year old, sat up and stretched out his arms. "L! Are you up yet?" He heard Garmadon yell through the door.
Lloyd grumbled covering his eyes. "Yes!" He heard his fathers footsteps fading. Lloyd fell back onto his pillow. "Just another day..." Lloyd hair, had turned to a fading white, he had unnaturally pale skin and blood red eyes.
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Lloyd walked down the last flight of stairs. He was dressed in a completely black gi, holding a sliver dagger behind his back.
God. He hated this manor. But before he could walk towards the dining room, he found his path blocked by his father. He held out his black hand; "L. Hand it over." Lloyd sighed and handing his father the knife. "Good." He moved out of his son's way.
Lloyd began to speed walk. He hated meal times, and just wanted to get them over with. For, it meant being stuck with his abusive father and perfect older sister.
He entered quietly, Mia his big sister was already in there waiting. Her fake smile disappeared at the sight of her younger brother. It turned to a disgusted look. Lloyd bowed his head, refusing to look at her; taking his seat.
"Whats wrong L? You look sad~" he heard her say mockingly. L was a stupid nickname his father had called him, and for last few months Mia had started to call it him. (Since he hated it so much.) "I told you. I don't like it." He saw her give a devilish grin.
"L! L! L! L!" She chanted before falling on the table laughing. He began to twiddle his thumbs, trying his best to block her out. "Ok. Ok. I'm sorry, I won't call you that anymore." Lloyd looked up, amazed. "How 'bout...weird eyes! Or big teeth!" She burst out laughing again.
Lloyd had no whites in his eyes, they were just red. Not to mention he had been born with his father's fangs. (Though they were thinner, sharper and longer.)
He desperately blinked back tears. "Aw! Is little Lloydie gonna cry?!" He heard his sister in his ear.
He suddenly stood, knocking over his chair in the process. He couldn't help, the tears streaming down his face. "L?" He heard his father behind him.
He couldn't stand that name. "All of you shut up!" He screamed, turning on the balls of his feet and running past his father.
