The Crazy Art Called Love

5 | A New Threat Rises

~~?? POV ~~

I placed on my helmet and lifted the mask towards my face. The engine of my bike roared behind me as I drove through the streets of Ninjago city with a speed that the police would definitely not approve. But I had to be somewhere, and fast.

It was during the late hours of the night where I would thrive in the acts of chaos. I restrained myself for now because I have important matters to attend to.

The wailing sounds of police sirens entered my field of hearing and a proud smirk plastered itself on my face. Probably the gang up to some mischief again.

"Quiet one, you're late." Killow, a giant man who towered over me just like how he does with everyone else, greeted me at the entrance.

He had grey skin and wore a vest which did not fully cover his chest and stomach. There was white face paint across his face which helped cover his real identity.

"You think I don't know that?" I threw my helmet at him. "We're already behind schedule. Gather everyone, I have a plan!"

Our base was simple yet well hidden. Located through the depths of the train system in Ninjago, no one would want to look there. If anyone were to find us, they would have to deal with Ninjago's rising criminal gang.

The placed reeked with alcohol, dirt, and the sweat of my fellow gang members. The place was large enough to store our bikes and weapons and even had space for our own rooms and training center.

Overall, it was the only place I could ever call home. The girl who leads an all boys biker gang was certainly not accepted into society and honestly, it was more their loss than mine.

For the next 3 hours, I hand selected 5 members of our gang to join Mr. E in stealing the Mask of Vengeance. It was essential to our plan. My revenge.

"The new year's festival is 2 months away. I need that mask!" I slammed my hand onto the table which created a loud sound that made the members of the gang jump.

"Y-yes. Quiet one." Luke Cunningham bowed his head. It always pleased me to know that they found me intimidating. I was leader after all, and leaders should be feared.

"With that mask, we are only a few steps away from achieving revenge." I cackled.

Everything was going to plan. Mom and dad would be proud.

"If you fail, you all know the consequences." I directed my statement to the group of boys in front of me. They started shaking in fear and it satisfied me to see them like that.

"Yes, Quiet One."

"Of course."

"We will not fail you."

"Have you located the Mask of Hatred?" I asked to one of the members of the gang.

"We have not ma'am. But I am afraid that the ninja might have the information."

"Let me handle that. Everyone else, prepare yourselves this is the start of our reign. A time to bring justice to yourselves and the people you lost to the great devourer."

Cheers were heard around the room. It always made me smile to see the gang motivated into doing my bidding.

"Now go and create chaos! Make the Sons of Garmadon a feared name in the streets of Ninjago City."

I dismissed the gang and hung out at Laughy's Karaoke Club. It was a pathetic place and the owner did not know what he was doing. Which made it easy to take over and establish our reign on the place.

I rolled my eyes and walked up to the ledge. The gang were either drinking boba, playing pool, or singing horrible at the karaoke machine.

Mr. E had joined me a few minutes later and we fell into a discussion about the architectural design of Borg Tower. As expected, it was a risky plan but not impossible.

Each person in this room has a story that no one cares about. All the attention was always on the ninja but they are not the true heroes. Garmadon was. Every time the ninja failed, the people were the ones that had to pay. And I was one of their victims.

Soon, they will be brought to justice. People may call me crazy but when you've lost everything, there's nothing else you can do about it.