Unforgiven

Chapter 11. One fateful change

{Location: New Ninjago city}(?Female's ? POV)[Time: When the Phocka attacked in Undeniable]

Gah, why does this have to happen today? First I woke up late, missing my bus to cheer camp (Which has a TONS of cute football players that will never get my wonderful and awesome personality) and now the world around me is falling to pieces. Elaborate creatures of all kinds of colors and wings fight and bully innocent people as they tear apart buildings.

Where are those safety shelters set up by the city?

I thought the royal family spent taxpayer dollars for our safety.

I evade left and right as terrified screams echo around me. A whole wall of concrete nearly crushes me as I get more and more panicked. There.

I half hide behind a metal beam as I use my map app, trying to find a safe direction to head into. Gah, I wish my friends would stop texting me as the world is being torn apart.

Where is that- A sharp claw crushes my phone screen. A green skinned man thing stands over me with very visible sharp fangs and a thin red tongue licking his chapped looking lips, "Where are you going?"

"Ahh," my scream is very high pitched and pathetic as I try slapping him off.

He holds a dagger up to my neck, pressing closer to me, "Answer, you're going wherever I say you are."

"p-Please. Don't hurt me."

"Little one," his knife drops to my stomach, the blade pressing against my flesh, "I'm gonna-"

Slam!

The creepy snake man thing is shoved down to the ground by a blonde woman with a thin frame and purple eyes. She holds a silver staff with purple gems on it in her right hand. She looks at me while putting it on her back. She reaches her hand out to me with a smile that sends shivers down my spine, "It's ok, I'm here to help you. I'm your-"

"Get off of me," I shove her aside, running at full speed as something crashed into my face. I scream as I fall on my back.

OW! Something cuts over my face. "GAH! It burns!" I hold my face. Something hot and thick and wet is quickly spreading over my face.

"Shh," The blonde/purple lady appears overhead, "She's perfect, no?" Her pointer finger touches my forehead as drowsiness grips me, "Hey Milo, I think he's going to like this one." She gently pulls my hands off.

My vision blacks out as I'm picked up.

I need to see more.

More will help me survive.

I can feel myself being carried like luggage as my grasp on consciousness flickers away. Who's carrying me? Where am I going? "Let...me..." I'm losing. I'm falling asleep in the danger zone. Even my senses are slipping away.

I need more.

I need to be more alert.

More...

"Go?" A deeper and more adult sounding man is somewhere in front of me, "No. I will take her."

I...need to...stay...awake.

I black out.

[Hours later]

"Are you tired?" That voice stirrers me awake.

My head bobs with a piercing headache. I'm in a hospital bed. The walls are a creamy white color with white and grey patterns. I'm in a blanket, blacker and darker the twilight, "Where am I?" To my left, a nightstand holding a sole bright white rose on it. To my right, the door, an IV tube and a closed closet.