Alternatives [Ninjago OneShots]

Am I a vessel to my power: is this being really my own?

What if Lloyd discovered his Oni powers and form before he was with the ninja?

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Lloyd's point of view

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It was a dark and cold night on the streets. I pulled my cape closer to myself as I shivered in the cold. It was my third night being homeless, I hadn't slept a wink the past two nights due to the fear of bad guys. 

My stomach growled, reminding me of the hunger I was feeling. My last hot meal was at Darkley's. I had breakfast before I was kicked out of my former home. No one wanted to help a starving and cold child off the streets, especially not one that belonged to the evil Warlord Garmadon himself. They were afraid I would turn on them and unmercifully slaughter them and their children. I wouldn't hurt a fly. 

I had so much anger built up against the world and my mother for abandoning me at my most vulnerable voice. There was always a voice in the back of my head saying release the monster.

I never knew what it meant. I did not view myself as a monster, nor did I want to become one. I wanted to be like my father, and he wasn't a monster. He was strong and people respected him. 

No one respected me. I turned on the bench, looking away from the ground, and tried to get comfortable. I drifted off into a light sleep, ignoring the frostbite on my fingers and toes. 

In my nightmares, I saw a monster with horns and glowing green eyes chained up against a wall. There was no key insight to let it out, not like I wanted it out. 

Release me. 

The same words echoed in my brain. This was the monster my mind wanted to release. This hideous angry monster. 

Release me and I will show them real power.

This was new. The monster only used to repeat the two words over and over again until I woke up. In the distance, I heard footsteps coming towards me. I looked around in my dream only to find no one. Realizing I was about to be attacked, I tried to wake up. But my mind wouldn't let me. 

I looked back at the monster who motioned me to come near him, so I did. He touched me and all I saw was red. 

          When I awoke from this state, a man was lying on the ground in front of me. Dead. He had a knife sticking out of his chest. Multiple holes in his body leaked blood. My eyes blurred as I stepped back wobbling. I fell to my knees in disgust. My stomach made me dry heave since there was nothing left in my stomach to let me vomit. 

I clutched my head as I felt memories from the previous night enter my brain. 

There was a man with a knife, face covered, walking towards me ready to strike. My body emitted a purple cloud around me. The man waved his arms to get rid of the smoke. That was a bad idea. 

I saw the monster standing before him. That monster was from my dreams. I had released him. The monster pounced, grabbing that man's knife as he tried to run away. I-the monster- kicked him down with enough force that the sidewalk beneath him cracked. Blood from his head already leaked into the cracks, but the monster wasn't satisfied. 

It flipped the man over before stabbing holes into his entire body. I felt the evilness and the hatred that the monster felt, it felt wrong yet so good at the same time. I felt the most powerful I had ever felt in my entire life. 

Once the monster was satisfied, the purple cloud came back, and my body was back to being mine once more. 

The memories stopped and I let go of my head. Then the realization hit me. I just killed a man. Killing someone was punishable by death in the Stikks village. I was too young to die so I fled as far away as my legs could take me. I snuck on the fastest ferry to get to Jamanikai village. There was still blood on my hands and clothes. I quickly stole some water from a storage basin to wash away my crimes.