Images flash through his mind as he's slammed back into the waking world. His mouth gapes open as he desperately tries to drag air into his lungs, but torrential rain hits the back of his throat and he chokes on it. He sputters and shudders and his chest is heaving and his leg. Why does his leg hurt so bad?
Shaking hands grip the ground either side of him- why is he on the ground? Why is the ground covered in mud and dead grass? And why do his hands seem to sting so badly?
The world slowly comes back to him as the black spots at the edge of his vision seem to dance less and less, until nothing but a sheen of blur is left. A great cliff comes into his vision.
His chest heaves.
Why am I lying at the bottom of a cliff?
He tries to remember.
The bounty- he was attacked on the bounty, he can remember that clearly - and then... the Dark Island. That's where he is, the Dark Island.
He leans his aching head to the side, trying his best to ignore the flurries of pain that shoot down his spine. He looks around.
Trees, trees, nothing but trees. Where is the tomb?
He woke up on the tomb before, on the floor, just like this. Then he- oh. Then he killed a man.
He coughs -deep and scratchy and full of rainwater - as the sound of teeth crunching into flesh echoes in his mind.
And suddenly, he was back. Back at the end of the beaded curtain, watching as a man tore out the insides of a young boy. Watching as he devoured raw flesh. Watching as blood Spurted and pooled under them. He was listening to the horrid sound of blood gurgling at the back of the boy's mouth, all too similar to the sound Jay made when he had nearly drowned. Listening to his cries for help as his own father tore the flesh from his body.
Suddenly he was moving again, charging towards the violent cannibal and tearing him off the mangled boy. The man attacked him, he remembers. He bit him. So Lloyd used his powers, the good ones. He summoned a great flaming ball of green energy and set it on the man. Whether he was killed instantly or when he cracked against the opposite wall, Lloyd hadn't bothered to check.
Movement catches his eye, snapping him away from the memory.
Something was moving on the face of the cliff. It jumped from ledge to ledge, quickly, efficiently.
It was Garmadon.
Lloyd's face scrunches as he remembers.
A yell reaches his ears, hardly audible over the booming rain. It was his father yelling out to him.
With a pained grunt, he flips his torso onto his side. His leg shifts with the movement, and he swears he could feel his femur jostle inside his thigh.
A pained noise escapes him, hardly loud enough to be heard over the rain. He doubts his father heard it.
Speaking of his father; Garmadon jumped from the bottom of the cliff, landing on still uneven ground as he ran down the knoll to where Lloyds pained figure lay.
"Lloyd! Stay still, son-" he falls to his knees beside him but Lloyd can hardly listen to him as he stares at his father with what could only be described as visceral hatred and shame.
Look at him: untouched, perfectly fine in his all-powerful Oni form, he spits in his mind. And look at his pathetic little human son; he tried to prove himself and look where that got him.
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أدب الهواةLloyd couldn't bare to turn around and face them. He knew that if he looked while he did it, he'd never be able to live with himself. On the other hand, he almost wanted to look. To see the despair and loss of trust in their eyes as he betrayed them...
