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WARNING: this chapter contains mature themes such as violence, gore, and horror elements. Reader discretion is advised.
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You hadn't wanted things to go this way.
Yet, here you were now, lost in a storm of your own creation.
You hobbled through the deserted streets of Ninjago City, biting back the curse on your tongue. You pressed a trembling hand to your shoulder, where your latest injury remained. The gash stung as it bled openly, the droplets scattering the pavement in your wake. You hissed in pain as your fingers made contact with it, pulling back to find your palm slick with blood.
Just keep moving.
You mentally repeated your mantra, clenching your teeth as you stumbled on.
I need to warn them...
Distant memories, foggy and distorted, replayed themselves in your head without your control. The familiar faces of the realm's fruit-colored heroes materialized in your mind in an instant, reminding you of the last encounter you shared with them. Fate always seemed to bring you together one way or another, despite the many times you'd been separated before.
You couldn't forget the ninja even if you tried, and you nearly barked a bitter laugh at the thought's irony.
The ninja were your closest friends, practically family.
And yet look at what you'd done to repay them.
Your eyes flickered across your dark surroundings as you stopped, planting a hand against the nearest wall. The brief cease in motion provided temporary relief for your aching muscles, though you knew it wouldn't last forever; regardless, you'd already had a head start in the sick, twisted game of cat-and-mouse you were currently forced to play, so you took the opportunity to regain your breath while you could.
Your heart only dropped further in your chest, the foreboding atmosphere that encompassed you a cruel reminder of your mistakes.
Ninjago City was no longer the glorious place it had been. The streets weren't lively, lacking the characteristic chatter of voices and the constant presence of bustling crowds. Although it was once known for its immense population, the city was utterly deserted now, the usual melody of laughter and conversation--the sounds of life--disappearing along with its citizenry.
The streets were eerily silent.
Dead. Dreary. Empty.
It was nothing but a premonition– a warning of the danger to all who ventured there.
Not a living soul was within sight, and it was easy to see why just from one look. Even without knowing the events that transpired here, it was plain that the city had long been abandoned. Remnants of its inhabitants remained in their absence, though nothing more.
Most of the city was shrouded in complete darkness as a result of downed power lines, but some buildings still had electricity, evident from the artificial lighting that spilled from their windows. Their owners had flicked the switches on during their day-to-day lives, but there was no time to diminish that light when everything happened; thus, the lights remained, hastily forgotten in the wake of later chaos.
And chaos it was. All around you was the aftermath of previous events: bricks and steel beams from the rubble of destroyed structures, jagged pieces of glass from shattered window panes, the contents of garbage bins littering once-pristine streets, and–most horrifying of all–deep, monstrous claw marks scored into every visible surface, obvious bloodstains splattering the concrete around them.
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