reencarnated (book one)

Wake up! (-General Cryptor)

I woke up and could see again. I could see! Not only that, I had arms and legs, a head too!

I took a second to look at my body, it was just like before. Finally!

"Hell yeah! Cryptors back, Ninjago!" I yelled. I stood up on wobbly legs and took a few steps to get used to being alive again. Then I looked around to see if anyone had heard me. There were puddles everywhere!

"I wonder where I am, it's some sort of dump..." I muttered. It wasn't Ed and Edna's junk dump, this was somewhere in the city...

"I got to find my soldiers before I take my revenge. Time to look around..." I said to myself. I made sure not to step in any of the puddles.

Neon signs? Nothing there.

Weird statue of Clutch Powers? Ew, but definitely no.

Strange crackling body? N-

What?

He was in pieces, his arms and legs separated from his torso. His head was removed too. I picked it up.

Ooh, a biker helmet. I wonder if I can help this guy out in return for undying loyalty?

Hey. where else am I gonna find it?!

I know I'm not as well known as an engineer as my sister, but I am just as good as Pixal. I began putting him together. Now all that was left was a life source.

"Maybe I can give you some of mine..." I muttered. I began transferring power into his chest, the lights on his visor lit up, even if they were closed, at least he was alive.

"Hey. Wake up." I said, pushing his chest panel closed. "We don't have all day!"

No response, just sleep. I ripped off his helmet.

"WAKE UP ALREADY!" I shouted.

His eyes shot open and he fell forward. He had copper skin, definitely not my soldiers.

He was on his hands and knees, but he sat back on his haunches and looked at me, his eyes squinted. He hung his head when I stepped back from him in surprise.

HOLY DEPARTED, HE LOOKED JUST LIKE ZANE!!

"You-... you're Zane..?!" I sputtered. He shook his head sleepily, his voice was hoarse.

"...No..." he whispered. "...Never..."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed something nearby. A pipe or something. I pushed him with the pipe and he fell back against the pile of junk without resistance. I could see his face more clearly now.

"Okay... 'not-Zane', who are you?!" I interrogated. He closed his eyes.

"...don't call me that..." he muttered. I poked him in the chest with the pipe which made his eyes open again.

"Who. Are. You." I repeated. He sat up a bit and groaned.

"Mr. E..." he mumbled.

"That's the stupidest name I've ever heard." I said. "Is that a pun?"