We Hope Your Rules And Wisdom Choke You

Chapter 21: Choke You

Lloyd remains unconscious for a long while.

He doesn't come to when he's broken from the ice, flaming hands melting the ice that trapped him. Not when his arms are sloppily chained by black metal, and not when he's tied safely to a wall in a tiny cage, below the floors of the Monastery.

He doesn't come to when he's chained up below deck of the Bounty.

He does come to when he's dropped haplessly on the floors of the very cell his own father had been locked in, hardly a few years ago.

He groans, pushing himself from the hard surface beneath him. There air is chill, in the frankly tiny glass cell. He assumes its warm enough to keep him alive, but not enough to keep him comfortable. Not even in his thick layers of gi, or with the scrappy excuse for a blanket underneath him.

The bed itself wasn't even a bed. It more resembled a slab of metal. Same with the strange table, and an immovable chair sat just in front of it. A basin sat between the bed and desk, off to the side a little, and Lloyd quickly finds himself dreading it's purpose.

Layers upon layers of thick, heavy duty glass cut him off from the vast, empty, and pitch black room. The only sources of light, as far as he could tell, was the scrawny lightbulb above him, and the beady lasers that blocked a far away door from use. It lid the void in a horrible red light, and cast the two figures in front of them in terrifying shadow.

Lloyd ignored them for now, opting to stare as far down the pit as he could. He faintly remembers the time he'd broken Aspheera out of this very cell. Zane had dropped the lazer cutter and it had tumbled down, down, down until nit even a fraction of the device was visible. It made no audible noise as it hit the ground, if it had hit the ground at all. It's a nauseating sight, but Lloyds entire body felt numb and the random nauseousness was almost welcome.

A white light flashes somewhere by the unreachable door, and his eyes scan to the two dark figures, now lit up by a small light illuminating off of a hand held device. From afar he could make out two neat-black suits, adorned with golden buttons. One was proudly decorated with a shiny golden badge and heavy duty boots, the other with freshly polished slacks. It was the police commissioner, and the warden.

He takes offence to the fact that two near strangers were left to guard him, and not his friends. Although, with the beating Pixal and Zane had received, they most likely needed some repairs from borg. Not to mention the Dark Island: Had the two head off to collect the others? He hopes it took them a while. The thought of the others being left to their own minds, stuck on that stupid island, he hopes they got a taste of what they deserved. He hopes they go mad. Mad because how were they to survive, in such a hardly familiar place? They had no Garmadon to help them, even through they needed it.

He wonders if they'd seen the smeared mess across the floor of the octagonal room; He wonders if Jay had told them more of what he knew. Told them that Lloyd had murdered someone in that room, even if it was just a theory proved by action. He wonders if Kai had woken up surrounded by the blurry, mangled faces of the rest of his team; His sister, his brother in law, his close friend- and that random explorer.

A walkie talkie sits tightly in the commissioners hand, a bright light illuminating from under the antennae and it warbles as he presses a finger firmly to its side. The sound is horribly loud in the dull room, but his stern voice is louder:

"He's awake, Talk to him as soon as you get back, over."

They're plunged into silence again. Lloyd feels a frown groan on to his face.

The device bubbles again. "We're almost back," His teammate croaks, voice hoarse and dehydrated, scratchy as if he'd been screaming. "Don't cross the platform until we get there: We don't know what he'll try, over."