Two-faced

Chapter 12

Guess who's back! I'm sorry for making y'all wait so long but I had to deal with some personal issues and school... anyway Lloyd angst, enjoy!

"Mom! Are we almost there?" Lloyd's voice echoed through the car, a mixture of impatience and anticipation. He shifted in his seat, his eyes darting eagerly towards the rain-splattered window, hoping to catch a glimpse of their destination. His mother, Misako, turned towards him with a gentle smile, her once vibrant eyes now tinged with a hint of weariness. She reached out a hand to brush away a stray lock of his hair, her touch comforting in its familiarity. "Almost, sweetheart. Just a little while longer," she murmured, her voice soft and soothing against the backdrop of the storm.

Misako's long white hair, usually neatly held together by a simple hair clip, now lay in disarray, wisps escaping their confinement to frame her face like silken threads. Despite the passing years etched into the lines of her face, she still exuded a quiet grace, a timeless beauty that transcended age. Lloyd couldn't help but marvel at her, his mother, his rock, his source of endless love and support.

"Hunny, we've talked about this," Misako gently chided, her tone a delicate balance of patience and firmness. "But we've been riding for almost two hours now!" Lloyd protested, his frustration bubbling to the surface. He fidgeted in his seat, the confines of the car feeling increasingly suffocating with each passing moment. "Lloyd, darling, patience is a virtue," Misako replied, her voice laced with gentle reprimand. "We'll be there soon, I promise."

As the storm raged on outside, Garmadon, Lloyd's father, navigated the slick roads with a quiet determination, his hands steady on the wheel despite the treacherous conditions. "Garmadon, I think we should pull aside for a bit. It's getting really bad out here," Misako suggested, her concern evident in the furrow of her brow. Garmadon glanced at her briefly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features before he spoke. "Don't worry, Misako. I've got everything under control," he assured her, though the words rang hollow in the face of the raging storm.

Suddenly, the car lurched to one side, tires skidding against the wet pavement as Garmadon fought to regain control. Lloyd's heart pounded in his chest, fear coursing through his veins as the car swerved dangerously close to the edge of the road. "Mom? What's happening?" he cried out, his voice trembling with fear. Misako reached out a hand to grasp his tightly, her touch a lifeline in the midst of chaos. "It's okay, Lloyd. We're going to be okay," she whispered, though uncertainty clouded her own thoughts. As the chaos of the accident subsided, a heavy silence settled over the scene, broken only by the distant wail of sirens and the soft patter of rain against the shattered remains of the car. Lloyd's heart raced as he watched the paramedics work frantically to free them from the twisted wreckage, his hands trembling with fear and desperation. Misako's breath came in ragged gasps, each inhalation a struggle against the crushing weight of the fallen tree branch.

Tears streamed down Lloyd's cheeks as he reached out to his mother, his fingers brushing against her clammy skin. "Mom, please hang on," he pleaded, his voice choked with emotion. Misako's eyes fluttered open, her gaze searching his face with a mixture of pain and resignation. "Lloyd... my sweet boy," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper above the roar of the storm. "I'm so sorry."

Lloyd's heart clenched at the sight of his mother's pain, his chest tightening with the weight of his grief. "Mom, don't talk like that. You're going to be okay," he insisted, though his voice trembled with doubt. Deep down, he knew the truth – Misako's injuries were too severe, her strength fading with each passing moment.

Garmadon stood nearby, his face a mask of anguish as he watched helplessly, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "Misako, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault," he murmured, his voice thick with guilt and regret. Misako reached out a trembling hand to touch his cheek, her touch gentle despite the pain that wracked her body. "No, Garmadon. It's nobody's fault," she whispered, her words a balm to his wounded soul.

As the paramedics worked tirelessly to stabilize Misako's condition, Lloyd felt a sense of helplessness wash over him, a wave of despair threatening to engulf him. He clung to his mother's hand, unwilling to let go, even as he watched the life slowly drain from her eyes.

Time seemed to stand still as Lloyd sat by his mother's side, his heart heavy with grief. He whispered words of love and comfort, his voice a soft murmur against the backdrop of the storm. And as Misako's breaths grew shallower, Lloyd felt a sense of despair consume him, a profound sadness that seemed to echo in the depths of his soul.

In the end, as the paramedics gently lifted Misako from the wreckage and carried her towards the waiting ambulance, Lloyd knew that his world would never be the same. But amidst the pain and sorrow, he clung to the memories of his mother, her love a guiding light in the darkness that surrounded him.
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He really missed that light now. He just wanted his mom. He longed to talk to her, to tell her about his day, to listen to her heartbeat. Every tiny detail about her haunted his thoughts—the way her hair cascaded down her back, her comforting smile, even her terrible sense of humor. He even missed how she would tousle his hair, despite his protests. But since she was gone, he felt nothing but emptiness, a void that seemed impossible to fill. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape the suffocating grip of grief.

He couldn't catch a break. Just when he thought life wasn't too bad, it had to prove him otherwise. The weight of loss pressed down on him like a leaden blanket, smothering any flicker of hope that dared to ignite within him. He yearned for the familiarity of home, a safe haven where he could seek solace in the memories of his mother.

But even that refuge seemed out of reach. Was the whole ordeal of being pointed at with a gun and then tied up really necessary? The trauma of the recent events left him reeling, his mind struggling to make sense of the chaos that had engulfed his life. As he pondered these thoughts, Lloyd found himself trapped in a dark room, the suffocating darkness pressing in on him from all sides. He could hear his own ragged breaths echoing in the silence, the only sound to pierce the oppressive stillness. His heart hammered in his chest, each beat a relentless reminder of his fear and uncertainty.

Beside him, his father, Garmadon, was also ensnared in the clutches of darkness, his presence a faint shadow in the dimly lit room. They were both prisoners in this twisted game of fate, hostages to the whims of their captors. The two criminals lurking in the shadows meant no good, their intentions shrouded in mystery and menace.

Lloyd strained against the ropes that bound him, his muscles burning with the effort of trying to break free. But the bindings held firm, cutting into his skin with a cruel reminder of his helplessness. Panic threatened to overwhelm him as he struggled to make sense of their predicament, to find a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that surrounded them.

His father's voice broke the silence, a whispered plea for reassurance in the face of uncertainty. "Lloyd, are you okay?" Garmadon's words were barely audible, tinged with a desperation that mirrored Lloyd's own fears. "I'm here, Dad," Lloyd replied, his voice strained with emotion. "We'll get through this together."

But even as he spoke the words, doubt gnawed at Lloyd's resolve. The situation seemed bleak, their fate hanging in the balance like a delicate thread. And as the minutes stretched into hours, the weight of their captivity bore down on them like a leaden weight, threatening to crush their spirits beneath its oppressive weight.

In the darkness of the room, Lloyd clung to the memory of his mother, her love a beacon of light in the darkest of times. He prayed for her strength, her courage, to guide them through the trials that lay ahead. And as the hours dragged on, he vowed to never lose hope, to never give up the fight for freedom, no matter the odds stacked against them.

Is that a cliffhanger? I'm not sure...
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Bye my kitties!