Explosion; the not-so long story of the orange ninja

Just the Two of Us

Author's note: the song for this chapter is... you guessed it, Just the Two of Us by Bill Withers.

"と回凵'尺ヨ 尸丹卞廾ヨ卞工亡. 句回 と回凵 尺ヨ丹ししと 卞廾工几片 卞廾丹卞 丹几と日回句と 山工しし ヨレヨ尺 し回レヨ と回凵?"

"You're wrong! You're just a stupid voice in my head. You're not real!" I turned my head towards any sound I heard. I couldn't see anything. My breath started to quicken. I couldn't see anything that was coming. This was going to turn into some horror game.

The voices hissed. They didn't like me insulting them.

𐌉𐌕 𐌀𐌍Ᏽ𐌄𐌐𐌔 𐌕𐋅𐌄𐌌. . .

"山廾ヨ几 山工しし と回凵 しヨ丹尺几?" I heard them all over. Then echoes of their horrible voices banged around in my head like a gunshot and I couldn't get it out. It just kept getting louder and louder.

"JUST GET OUT OF MY HEAD! GET OUT OF MY FU-" I screamed at them, but with a hiss, they silenced me, and I could feel the familiar cold feeling of a hand on my mouth.

"工卞 工己 几回卞 尸回し工卞ヨ 卞回 とヨしし. 己凵尺ヨしと と回凵尺 乍丹卞廾ヨ尺 卞回し句 と回凵 卞廾丹卞," they screeched. The mention of my father from a voice so sinister made me tear up. How could they? How could something so evil even think about using the name of such a good man against me?

I could feel their grip tighten around my jaw. Just like last time. Like it always felt. I wish I'd be able to get used to it, but the indescribable pain was too much to even think about.

I tried to scream, but my voice seemed to have left me. I tried to pry the hand off of me, like I always tried to. And every time it would never work. But I had this sliver of hope that one day it would work. That the pain would cease. That they would leave me alone.

As I expected, more hands shot out, making me jump every time, because I couldn't see anything at all.

Once again, they had me in their deathly grip. I felt death rushing towards me so fast, like a wave coming to crash into me. Suffocate me.

Why me?

My eyes shot open. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I needed more air. I opened my mouth and took deep breaths of air. Not too loud. I didn't want to wake Cole.

But, he did sleep like a baby, so I didn't have much to worry about.

I covered my cold and sweaty face with my hands. This was, what, the fifth dream I've had since I first got here? It had been two weeks. I was afraid to sleep every night. I didn't want to risk getting grabbed by those hands. My bottom lip quivered as I thought about them. I wasn't going to cry. Not this time. I just needed fresh air, is all.

Slowly and quietly, I lifted the blanket off of me and stood up, trying not to creak the bed. I sighed and put on my slippers and... a jacket. I needed a jacket. I looked around the room and saw Cole's hoodie sitting on top of the dresser. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I borrowed it. He was asleep, anyways.

As I put on the hoodie and I let it fall to my upper thighs, I opened the bedroom door, stepping through it and closing it behind me. I went outside of the apartment and went to the roof, where we would train every day.

I smiled as raindrops hit the top of my head. I loved the rain. It was calming, and first master, it smelled good.

I walked to the ledge and looked at the view. I loved how Ninjago City looked at night. It was breathtaking. There were neon lights sprawled across building signs and stop lights. I could see the little cars and buses driving across the streets. There weren't many, considering the fact that the moon was directly above my head, meaning it was probably the middle of the night.