Your Destruction - Kai Smith

》Nine《

Warning:  Drug misuse

꧁𓊈𒆜"Chapter Nine"𒆜𓊉꧂
If you don't like the world you're in
Make one where you do.

It felt like my body was crawling. I felt uncomfortable, everything in me felt uncomfortable. I kept trying to swallow, to push this feeling down, but my stomach kept backflipping and my mind kept telling me to change this, change this outcome. Legendary Purple Ninja. Legendary Purple Ninja my ass.
I leapt onto the nearest rooftop, I heard someone yell my name. Zane maybe. I couldn't tell and I didn't care enough to stop and check.
I opened the rooftop door and walked down the stairs. I think it was an office building, there were big windows and the people I passed were dressed smart. I didn't mess around. People were starting to run.

It was one thing to have people scared of you. It was another to have been told that those who feared you would one day be saves by you. It didn't make sense. I needed to get out of here. My heart felt ready to explode.
I pushed open the big glass doors and was immediately met by speeding cars and a busy street. People rushed past me, too quick for them to notice who I was. Good. I couldn't deal with their screaming right now.
A sharp stinging pain stroked my palms softly. I looked and unclenched my fists, seeing small crescent shapes where I had unknowingly been digging my fingers into the soft flesh.

I swallowed thickly and cleared my throat, pushing my way through the busy streets of Ninjago. Where could I go? Where could I go? I couldn't go to Darkley's, Lloyd was with Wu and the Ninja. I could go to the bar? But what would I do there? Sit with my thoughts? Get drunk and meet a girl and end up regretting the hookup and hangover in the morning like I always did?
I had nowhere. There was nothing for me. I didn't even have control of my own future anymore. Who was I?

As much as I wanted to doubt it, there was no denying The First Spinjitzu Master's prophecies. I was his grandson. I'd be ridiculous to. But if he knew so much, why did he make me, me of all people, the fucked up prophesy? I wasn't a good person. I had the raw blood of Lord Garmadon running through my veins. I had been raised by him, conditioned to his rules. There was nothing good for me. There was nothing good in me. Full. Stop.

I didn't know what to do. Where could I go? What could I do? People were noticing me now, they were giving me fearful looks and walking a metre away from me just to avoid me. One lady dropped her purse as if I was going to take it. Maybe another time I would've, but no. I don't want this right now. Scratch that... when did I ever want this in the first place?

Why was it Lloyd who was taken to the boarding school? Why was he swaddled into a school made for boys like me when he didn't even have it in him to crush a slug?

Why was he saved?

Why did they look at me like I was going to hurt them, choke them till their last dying breath, then laugh as they went limp before me? I'd never killed someone with my powers before. Did I actually want people to look at me normally?
I didn't get a choice to be evil, but now I was used to it. Now it ran through my blood, and now it had become me.

I didn't get a choice to be evil but now I was used to it. Now it ran through my blood and now it had become me.

But now I don't get a choice to be good. What is this? Why can't I decide what happens in my life? Why can't I decide if I wanted to pull the good card?
I bolted left into an alley, the people I pushed through let out sounds of pure unaltered terror as I touched them to push myself through.