Taking Control. (a Ninjago fanfic)

Chapter 61- A hint of blue beneath the blood

This one has been in my drafts for a LOONGG time, hope you enjoy >:P

L L O Y D

Jay thrashed, the lightning crackling through his skin and scorching my hands, but I didn't let go. None of us did. Cole was on one arm, Kai on the other, fire burning through his own hands just to keep the lightning from blasting his skin clean off. Nya was kneeling on Jay's legs, pinning him down with everything she had, her body shuddering and spasming with every burst of electricity.

I held Jay's shoulders, forcing him back, even as the lightning burned through me, digging deep into my bones. We couldn't let him up now—not when we were so close. The mirror was right there, propped up against a chunk of rubble where Cole had shoved it just before Jay threw him across the street. We just needed to get it— and make him look.

Easier said than done, I suppose.

But the Overlord must have figured it out. What the plan was. He twisted and shrieked like a wild animal, his eyes squeezed shut tight. His whole body bucked beneath us, and before I knew it, his right arm had wrenched free, sending Cole flying backwards with a painful crash.

Jay's newly freed hand shot up to his own face, clawing at his eyes, nails raking over his own skin with a desperate, animalistic ferocity. Blood welled up where he scratched, streaking down his cheeks.

"No, stop!" I screeched, trying to grab his hand, but lighting crackled under my skin, making my muscles spasm out of control.

"If I can't see... you can't win..." he muttered, his voice distorted and fractured, like two speaking at once. "If I can't see—"

"Jay, no!" I shouted, trying to grab his arm, but the lightning blasted me back, and I barely caught my balance.

He knew he was losing.

But he would do anything to make sure we lost too.

Before he could do more damage, something moved to the right of my vision— fast and deliberate.

Zane.

He forced himself upright, cracked and flickering with blue light, and without hesitation, he threw himself onto Jay, pinning his arm to the ground with such a brutal force that it made the asphalt crack.

"Stay down," The ice ninja ordered, his voice cold but trembling. He glanced up at me, his own eyes flickering erratically. "Lloyd, we cannot let him harm himself any further. His condition is critical."

I nodded, fighting back pure panic as I moved to help pin Jay's other arm, but he still struggled, writhing and snarling as if the Overlord was literally tearing him apart from the inside out.

This wasn't Jay. This couldn't be Jay. The Jay I knew didn't fight us like a wild animal, didn't claw at his own face like he was trying to tear his own eyes out.

He was supposed to be the one cracking jokes when things got rough, bringing light to the darkest situations. Now he was just... twisted into something monstrous.

"Jay, come on," I whispered, barely able to hear myself over the storm swirling around us. I pushed harder against his shoulders, trying to keep him pinned, but his back arched off the ground with a violent jolt, and I almost lost my grip. Kai shouted something next to me, but his voice was drowned out by the deafening crack of lightning splitting the ground just inches from us.

Jays fingers clawed at his eyes again, nails digging in, and I watched in horror as blood seeped out, tracing thin lines down his cheeks. He scraped his own skin raw, fingernails cutting deep enough to gouge out chunks, and I forced myself to act—grabbing his wrist and slamming it back to the pavement.