Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja X Reader: Legend (under construction)

Chapter 12: Missing Ropes

Randy's POV:

My eyes hurt. My arms hurt. Everything hurt. The mid morning light frosted the window with bright whitish blue fog outside my window. I breathed in heavily, feeling pain rivet up my spine and in my arms and stomach. I blinked and saw Y/N sprawled out with a blanket over her.
I was so tired. I wanted to sleep forever. I wanted this pain to leave, to fly away and give me my rest I really needed. I tried to sit up, but my arms, hands, and legs were gone. I couldn't feel them, but I could move them. "Randy?" A whisper asked quietly. Two Y/C/E (Your Color of Eyes) eyes looked up unsteadily before sheer horror took the place of a friendly smile. "You feeling ok?" She asked, sitting up straight. I sighed and laid back down. She blinked at me and uncovered my white stomach. It was stained with dark red. It felt tight, almost like I was going to be suffocated.
"It still hurts," I whispered. Y/N looked back up at me and leaned forward and kissed my forehead. When she came back down, she whispered, " I know... I'm so sorry." I caught her stare which was on my neck. I held up my hand and let the pads of my fingers trace the marks that were burned into my skin. I flinched away at my own touch. I knew that the scars were engraved into my skin and would be there for a long time.
"Do... Do you want some water? Something to eat?" Y/N said, changing the subject. I nodded.
"Some water please," I sighed. I felt sick. Sick to my stomach, sick of the pain, and sick of not having answers to who had done this! I just wanted to scream I was so frustrated. But I knew that if I did scream, Y/N would be scared. I couldn't do that to her... Not after what she had done to calm me down. It must have been another Ninja. I don't remember anything other than someone hitting me from behind and being pulled helplessly and limply into the darkness of an alleyway. My vision was blurring that that time, giving way to darkness. I closed my heavy eye and wished with all my heart that I could remember. I reached deeply into my mind and found nothing.
But... Wait. I remember... A face... A face full of hate, a strong face that had sharp teeth and wild eyes. Like a wolf. Although it wasn't a wolf... It was someone. I opened my eyes and saw Y/N there. She smiled a sad smile at me and came up to me to give me the water. I tried to do it on my own, but failed. "Here," she said gently, holding my head up. My lips touched the cups rim and I found the refreshing liquid. Suddenly, I realized I was dying of thirst.
"Any luck thinking of the...?" Y/N asked, kneeling down beside me. I shook my head.

(A Few hours Later)

Y/N's POV:

I sat there in front of Randy's couch, watching TV. Randy had at least been able to roll over on his side with a few sharp pains in his lungs, but other than that, nothing much. One of his hands was in mine, while the remote was in the other. I sighed, feeling that same dull pain in my heart about what had happened to Randy. All I wanted was for him to get better. But that could take a long time. "I'm going to go grab something to eat. You want anything?" I asked, rubbing my thumb on the top of his hand. He nodded. "Yeah... I don't really care what it is," he said, blinking at the TV. I got up and walked to the door, and stopped. I glanced back at the purple haired boy with white bandages on his stomach and face. I blinked and turned back around and went down stairs to grab something to eat.
(A/N: Dun, dun, dun, duuuuuuuh!!!!!)
I stood there in the kitchen, wondering what I wanted. Wellll... I wonder if they have toaster waffles or something... I thought, opening the fridge. And they did! I held up the box in victory, silently screaming "Yaaaaaaaaaasssssss!!" I busted out the toaster and plugged it in, throwing in the small, golden yellow waffles and waiting.
(A/N: For those of you who hate toaster waffles, I'm starving this morning, and waffles sound so good at the moment!! 🍩🍩🍩 (There was no Waffle Emoji, so I have to substitute with donuts.)
I was opening and closing cabinets, looking for butter and syrup when I heard something glass crash and thump upstairs. Screw the waffles! "Randy!?" No answer. I ran up the stairs, nothing but the storm of my fear striking out and setting fire to my heartbeat. I skidded to a halt in the doorway. And all I saw was the curtains of Randy's window waving in the blistering cold wind. My eyes flashed to the couch... No one was there. But there was a trail of blood dripped to the window. "I...no...no...No!" I fell to my knees, hands on my head.