Lost: a Ronin-centric Ninjago Story

Chapter 1: What the Hell Just Happened.

Ronin grabbed what was now his empty eye socket as he heard cheers and screams all around him. "Fuck..." he mumbled curses under his breath as he quickly stood up and began to run. He leaned into the door and burst out the exit of the bar, quickly getting his sense of direction in check before running toward Stiix, not caring how muddy his legs got, just needing to get the hell out of there, dashing through the now-wet drylands of Ninjago.

Ronin breathed heavily as his boots splashed in the puddles on the ground, the rain pouring down on him soaking every part of his clothing as the fluid water easily fell through his crimson red rice hat that wasn't being any help. He ran faster and faster, as fast as he could. He needed to get away before it was too late. He didn't care how wet he was, he was down an eye, a soul, and a friend. He breathed heavily, he was so close to safety. He slowed down once he began hearing the noises of his boots hitting rickety wooden floorboards, indicating that he was in Stiix. His safe place. He sighed in relief,quickly ducking into an alley and taking the back way home, making sure to look behind him for any angry traitorous hunters.

He half-blindly stumbled into his shop, kicking the door shut behind him. He felt the wall for the light switch, sloppily flipping it on. He used his one free hand and rummaged through his desk, and pulled out his first-aid kit. He jammed a bunch of cotton balls into his eye socket, then covered the mess by wrapping an ace bandage around his head, covering the eye. He pulled a bottle out of his desk and downed some painkillers, and then sighed, exhausted. "That should do for now. I can make something more sophisticated tomorrow.." he lightly poked the covered area and hissed in pain, silently wishing the painkillers would kick in quicker. Way quicker. He paced around the shop, peeking out the windows and looking for that stupid traitor until the clock read midnight, before trusting his gut enough to go in the back and maybe rest.

He sighed, falling onto his bed and landing on his back. He closed his remaining eye, unable to close the empty socket due to the cotton balls stuffed in it, trying to sleep, but he didn't want to sleep knowing that that stupid hunter(and former best friend) could still be lurking around. He listened to the sounds of rain hitting against the roof of the wooden shop, before pulling at his robotic arm until the arm came out of its socket, the arm growing limp and losing life. He toyed around with the arm, moving the fingers back and forth before proceeding to open a panel in the arm, sifting through the wires and contemplating making a robotic eye. He eventually closed up the arm and popped it back in, groaning. He contemplated just staying up and working on fortifications and his eye immediately, but then closed his eye knowing that rest was needed for the days ahead, that he didn't know when the next opportunity to rest would be, and sleeping now and getting rest is better than staying up and losing the opportunity.