Blown Away (Lloyd Garmadon x Reader)

The Resistance

Harumi hissed as she pulled herself out of bed. Her wounds had almost healed, but she still felt the need to always glance over her shoulder. The breeze blew through a non-existent window, it made the hair on her neck stand as the lights began to flicker. Harumi pressed her back against the wall as her eyes darted left and right. She looked to her Oni mask on the dresser, she lunged for it, but it was blown out of reach. "L-leave me alone," she stammered weakly.

A malevolent chuckled rang throughout the halls. She knew that voice it haunted her. Her breathing became shallow as she remembered the sensation of uncontrollable free falling, she swallowed her saliva as she remembered the shattering of her bones and (y/n)'s triumphant grin. "I'm not afraid of you," her voice cracked as she spun around.

She gasped as a gust of wind threw her into the wall. She could feel an invisible force of wind pin her throat to the wall. A kitchen knife levitated from the draw and began to carve into the wall. You should be. The blade wrote, she felt her arms shake, she knew that the only person that would do this was (y/n). She gasped for breath as the wind was knocked from her stomach, it was like an airless void had been created around her. She fell to her knees. Fear. Despair. Pain. You'll be best friends when I'm finished with you.

Harumi gasped for breath as the wind vanished. She lunged for her Oni mask and pressed it against her face her eyes searched for the angry ghost that was out to kill her. She almost collapsed as she spotted (y/n) sitting in the couch in her room. With a battle cry she ran at (y/n) but she found herself unable to move, the force of the wind was stronger than the mask. "They say there's two kinds of ghosts, peaceful and malevolent, I guess you can tell which one I am," (y/n) grinned. Harumi tried to fight the wind that froze her, but it was useless, she could barely move. "Didn't I tell you I'd come for pay back, except it would be much slower," (y/n) chuckled darkly as she stood up and circled around Harumi.

"I wonder how you'd feel once I'd crush the remainder of your friends, how would you feel if I snuffed out Lloyd," her demonic voice threatened. With a flick of her wrist the wind threw Harumi through a wall, then the opposite, she was being tossed around like a rag doll. Harumi gasped for air as she felt it stop. She clawed at her throat as the stood at the edge of a hole in the wall. (y/n) held Harumi by the throat, dangling precariously over the edge.

"Do you think I would let that happen?" (y/n) snarled. "You barely survived our last encounter, what makes you so sure I'll let you survive this one," she threatened, "One little slip and that would be all it takes to end you Harumi. Garmadon, your thugs, not even your mask can save you from me."

"It's over, we've already won," Harumi rasped. She felt (y/n)'s arm go slack, and her heart leaped.

"You forget who you're dealing with Harumi, if there weren't innocent people in the city, I'd have ripped you all to shreds," (y/n) reminded. She looked down as a group of bikers relaxing at the bottom of the fortress. "In fact, let me remind you," (y/n) grinned as she dropped Harumi.

Harumi stared over the edge as she watched (y/n) fly down in front of the bikers, they were unaware of her presence. Harumi's eyes widened as she clung to the side of the building. The blue sky suddenly became grey as a tornado touched down, Harumi shook as she watched the biker try and run from the devastation. There was no escape for them as they were shredded by the winds. Harumi watched on in horror as the tornado continued down the street shredding many more.

She threw her mask off and sank to her knees, her hands shook in fear and anger. She promised that she would get rid of (y/n) if it was the last thing she did. "Damn you (y/n)!" she screamed.

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"Do you think anyone followed us?" Pixal asked as she landed the mech and their vehicle arrived at the warehouse. Lloyd flinched as a roar ripped by the facility; he looked through the window a gang of bikers had been picked up by a tornado that tore down the streets."