Ouroboros (Ninjago x Male Reader)

13. Apology

"Get back here!" A yell came from behind (y/n). The boy however didn't stop or turn around, instead he picked up the pace and ran as fast as he could.

The only lights to guide his way were the dim streetlights and the half-full moon above him. He could hardly see, but at least he could see at all.

The rain poured down like a waterfall, making the paved streets shine and reflect the moonlight shakily.

It had also created puddles, both deep and shallow, which (y/n) would carelessly step into every now and then.

(y/n) didn't care though. His shoes were already drenched, his hair was wet and sticking to his face, and he had no one else to blame but himself.

(y/n) was running out of breath too. He didn't need to look back to know that a few unpleasant people he had met before were right behind him. Their angry yells and the sound of splashing puddles was enough of a clue.

(y/n) knew that a lot of people lived here. He passed by so many places with people he could ask for help, but he couldn't stop. If he stopped, he would get caught, and then this cat-and-mouse chase would end on a pretty bad note. 

(y/n) took a sudden turn onto a dark alleyway in an effort to lose the people chasing after him. But that decision turned to be in their favor instead.

He ran into a dead end. He tried to turn back, but the people chasing him had already caught up. There were five of them, to be exact. (y/n) could barely see their faces, but he could still feel the sinister smirks on their faces as they blocked the only way out. 

Two crows feasting on trash in the very corner cawed and flew away as (y/n) stole their spot, pressing his back against the wall.

(y/n) sunk down onto the ground, making himself seem as small as possible as one of the five people walked right up to him.

"Finally!" A boy about his age, in appearance at least, let out as he grabbed onto (y/n)'s shoulder, digging his fingers in as deep as he could.

(y/n) didn't show he was in pain, instead he kept a straight face. He wasn't sure why he was in this situation in the first place.

"Why run away when you know you'll get caught anyways?" The boy questioned mockingly, when suddenly (y/n) spat on his face.

"The longer I stay away from that awful smell you reek, the better." Oh, yeah, that was the reason. (y/n) knew he'd get beat up, but he still acted as if he owned the world. Just like Morro had done, for the exception that he didn't get beat up, he would have beaten these jerks up instead.

One of the five stood back, doing nothing, while the other four laughed and mocked (y/n), taking turns to beat him up each in their own preferred way.

One hit and punched him, one kicked him, one pulled his hair and scratched his face, and one threw trash at him. Though the last one wasn't as bad as the others, (y/n) actually preferred getting kicked instead of getting bio waste into his hair. Since who knows when he gets to shower, could be tomorrow, or next week, or in a month. Hopefully sooner than later.

Once ten or maybe twenty minutes had passed, even the four street thugs had grown tired. And they left (y/n) alone, the fifth one following after them like a duckling followings it's family.

(y/n)'s body ached all over, he was probably covered in bruises too. At least the troublesome people in Ninjago didn't resort to using knives or other weapons, who knows if (y/n) would even be alive if that was the case.

(y/n) changed his position, hugging his knees as he laid down on the ground, back glued to the litter under him. He knew he had to find shelter from the rain, but he just didn't have the energy to get up right now.