Ninjago: Bluehood (Book 2 Of The Bluehood Trilogy)

They Will Pay

"Scratch? Are you in there? It's the day of Pistol's funeral. If you're going you should get ready." Shadow gave a gentle knock on the oak door to Scratch's room before speaking. It had been a few hours since Scratch had found the lifeless corpse of her lover, alone like a dog in the street. It has been a few hours Since the then they had contacted the team, it had been a few hours since Orchid had prepared Pistol for his funeral. Scratch had not come out of her room since she had announced Pistol's death. Everyone knew that she probably wanted some time alone. After all, The loss of a lover is unimaginable unless you actually experience it. The boys didn't tell Scratch why Pistol had left in the first place, Because they knew Scratch. And they knew that she would blame herself.

Heck, she already did. She regretted letting Pistol go out alone when the Ninja were still out there. She regretted not going with him, she regretted not being with him in his last moments. She regretted it all. She hated herself. This was her fault

Her fault

her fault

This is where showing mercy toward her brother got her. She aided a murderer, said murderer killed an innocent, and she let him go right into that trap. She hated herself for it.

"Yeah, I'm in here." She replied, Her broken sounding voice almost shattering Shadow's heart. She had never seen her master like this before.

"Let me just get ready." Scratch got up off of the blow up mattress she slept on for the time being. She went up to her mirror, staring at her reflection. She had bags under her eyes, that was probably because she didn't sleep last night. Hell she didn't even change into her Pajamas. She spent that night laying on her bed, not in it, Looking at a picture of her and Pistol she always had on her.  As she looked at herself, she noticed something.

Was it just her or did the red streak in her hair get Darker? 

And what was up with her eyes? When did they shift? They should be dark brown right now, But their not, They were like Sombra's again. This was Strange. She knew that her eyes shifted when she was angry, but right now she wasn't angry, she was just sad, grieving. She sighed. Her appearance wasn't important right now. She had to focus on what she would wear for the funeral. The only clothes she had was her usual black hoodie with high vis stripes on the sleeves, Navy blue ripped jeggins, Black gloves with rainbow tips, Black sneakers with neon green Outsole's.  That wasn't fir for a funeral. Especially the funeral of Her lover. She should wear something special. Then she remembered watching her dad change his clothing years ago using only his powers. Scratch thought for a second. Was that real or had she been dreaming? Either way, it was worth a try.

Scratch closed her eyes and thought about a dress fit for a funeral. A dress that Pistol would have complimented her on. Even though he was gone, The two were extremely close when Pistol was alive. They even knew what each other were thinking at times. Scratch put her hands on her hips and guided her powers up along her torso and head. Before flicking her Hands into the air. Black sparks followed her hands as they moved, starting at her feet and ending at her extended hands and fingertips. The black sparks enveloped her and Scratch could feel fabric draping over her legs and her old outfit disappear. She smiled slightly at the feeling. It kinda tickled.

When the sparks cleared Scratch walked over to the full length mirror once again. She checked her appearance. She didn't look too bad. Her dress was black with a slit on the left leg from the thigh. The Dresses top was a turtle neck. The long sleeves were made from what felt like net curtain. However, they were black and they looked like spider webs. Dark crystal's adorned the hip area of the dress, Like a belt. It looked like a party dress to be honest. But She didn't want to go in something too depressing. She was already wearing funeral colours, Wasn't that enough? Black High heels covered her feet. She cupped her hands over each other, Her left over her right, and Concentrated on her task. A black glow illuminated from in-between her hands. The glow faded and Scratch removed her left hand. In it was a hair clip made of Black crystal in the shape of a pistol. Scratch smiled at it. Before putting it in her hair, Just over the red streak. She smiled. She literally had Pistol with her now. And she wouldn't let Anything separate them.