Naga!Pythor x Reader

Dr. Jeckll and Mr. Hyde

The shockwave from the blast didn't quite knock you over, but it did send you stumbling backwards, shielding your face from a wave of heat. You uncovered your eyes just in time to see the blade of the helicopter go flying into the cliff, hot shrapnel burning into the sand.

    The other helicopter looked to be in tact, blades whirling as bullets flew from inside. The man with the missile launcher ducked down behind the cliff as other men swarmed out, shooting electric blasts from short rifles. 

    Guns were hard to come by in Ninjago. This was no simple attack. This was much more brutal than the ninja. 

    You turned and ran back into the crack in the cliff face as one of the doors of the helicopter hit the sand and scorched it to glass beside you. 

    You ran into the cave to find that a crack had been blasted open on the other side of the cavern, the headlights of trucks bouncing around the buildings to the sound of gunfire. You looked back behind you and dashed into the city. You wanted to yell for someone but feared who would come to your calls. 

    "Pythor, please, where are you?" you dashed through the streets like before, "Selma, Skales, Skalidor," you whimpered, tears starting to fall down your face. 

    A speaker crackled to life and you ducked behind a building, looking to the source of the sound. 

    "You are a disease, snakes! We are those who will cleanse you from Ninjago's soil. You monsters will not slither amongst men!" a man's voice cracked out from speakers on the top of a large-wheeled truck, "We are Mongoose, the freedom of Ninjago, anti-Serpent-"

    Skalidor twisted out of the ground beside the vehicle, lifted the truck like a flour sack and flung it across the city, the thing crashing through buildings with a sound of crumpling metal, the headlights finally flickering and dying out. 

    Skalidor roared louder than a lion, monstrous in the light, with his fangs showing and spines long and brutal slicing down his back. He twisted, the earth flying around him as he spun and crashed into the next truck. The men with guns on top had been focused on him, but they turned as Bruno came from the ground and grabbed the nearest man, flinging him like a doll over the rooftops. 

    You turned and ran from them as men came towards you. 

    Your heart roared in your ears with the crash of your footsteps against stone, buildings flying by you, gunshots  just a wall over or street ahead, and you became convinced you were going to join the corpses on the streets. You stopped as a shadow on the roof fell on you. 

    You looked up to see Selma, dirt blown over the side of her face, a broad-headed board brandished in one hand, covered in blood. She didn't appear injured, much to your relief. 

    She opened her mouth to say something to you, but a few streets over a sharp wail came over the buildings, "Mom! MMOOOOMM!"

    Her eyes slit, and she looked at you, mouthing the word 'sorry' as she dashed away. 

    You didn't blame her, you were not mad, but you were still terrified. You kept running, sobbing, your mind concocting images of poor junior laying in the murky water, Skalidor on the earth that was his element, Pythor dead in the broken pews. You cried. You were a helpless little human, what could you do?

    You somehow ended up by the crack the terrorists had blasted out in the wall. You ran out and into the arid air, the canyon legs morphing into shrubs and finally a forest. And you ran. Ran like the little human you were, until your breath was ragged and you couldn't hear the gunshots.