Transgender Jay : A Ninjago Story

8 - Bigots

Dei Noctis seemed to be popping up everywhere. In the newspapers, on police records, all over the media.

The ninja tried to keep their minds away from them. Surely, the cult was nothing but that, just a cult. Just a powerless cult.

But to be perfectly factual, it wasn't the ninja who were keeping themselves preoccupied. It was the ninja minus Jay.

He was worried. Seriously worried. The woman who had screamed that he was 'one of the sick' was still stuck in his head, even a couple weeks after it had happened.

His research hasn't been too successful, but he had come across a couple of worrying things, and decided to look through them despite being from unreliable sources.

Talk of dark magic and its usage inside the faith seemed to be discussed a lot on small chat sites, and a news report talked about allegations of a kidnapping and murder of a transgender woman, performed by three affiliated members of Dei Noctis. Even their entrance ceremony was dodgy. New members had to swear allegiance to the deity and sacrifice a drop of blood through a shallow incision in the chest, the skin above the heart.

That's how police were identifying Dei Noctis members.

Jay gritted his teeth. The lead preacher of the faith was holding a lot of rallies, all over the place. He said that Dei Noctis had spoken to him, and ordered him to spread the word.

The word that all so called 'normal' people would be saved, come judgement day, while everybody else would be left to burn as earth turned into hell.

It made him feel sick, so see so many people joining the faith, to see so many people cheering for racism, for homophobia. The bigotry disgusted him.

They had already made a few comments about the ninja and how they should stop saving people who were 'impure', but especially towards Cole. They often used words that Jay would never dare even think about using.

It was just all the more reason to stay in the closet. If they found out that one of the famed ninja was trans, they would start an uproar. Jay had actually planned to tell Lloyd about it, and warn him to not come out publicly anytime soon.

He sighed, and closed his laptop. It was making him angry, he had to go and release.

As he walked past the game room, he heard his friends making small talk and he wondered if he should join them, but he shook his head and carried on walking, setting up a punching bag and getting to work.

Jay tried his best to focus on training, to remove all thoughts of bigots and discrimination, and the realisation of how much danger he was actually in.

If anybody found out... it might even be the end of him.

He trained until his arms ached, at which point he put the equipment away and headed back to the bedroom, where he lay down on his bunk and stared into space.

He wasn't in much of a social mood.