Ninja Possession {Completed}

Chapter Twenty Seven

A/N: Still no idea what's going on, but I really really do hope I can convey properly what's happening with the right words where it doesn't suck

Cuz if I write it properly, sht's about to get realllllllllll

There's also some curse words 

I stood back up, brushing off my Gi and straightening it out. Still no people, still no sign of whatever the hell is in my head with me. You'd think it would be a bit cheerier in here, but no. I'm stuck in Depression Central with a murderous ghost who's bent on world domination.

It's so lonely... I really hope the guys are doing better out there than I am in here.

"They're not."

Oh, wonderful. I stopped and turned to face him. At least Morro was back to kind of looking like Morro instead of my damn brother, "How would you know? Hmm?"

"My army is patrolling the town," he crossed his arms and shook some hair from his face, "We've caught your mum and your precious Sensei and there's still no sign of any of your precious ninja."

"Maybe they've wised up about fighting you," I cocked off, "We're on a town of water, they're probably just under the docks filling up balloons to toss at you wankers."

Morro rolled his eyes at me and sighed, "Will you ever take anything seriously?"

"Never," I shook my head, "If you can't laugh at yourself you're not living--" I cut off to duck out of the way of him leaping at me.

"Do you ever shut up?" he snapped.

I righted myself and set myself in a defensive stance, "Not really, no. Any reason you attacked me for no reason?"

"You talk too much for someone in a fight," he rushed me and I side stepped him, but clotheslined him with an arm. With him hooked, I hopped and slammed my whole weight down into the dock, rolling with him and flinging him over to my other side.

Morro wasted zero time in standing up and backing off a little, looking winded. I jumped up and gave him a once over, "Done fighting me for no reason? Attacking an unarmed enemy is really unorthodox."

He rolled his eyes, "Maybe I was distracting you from checking your surroundings."

A quick 360° turn told me that we were still, "Alone? Empty? Nothing's changed. Can I go back to accepting my demise and watching the horror flick that is my real life?"

Morro already had his back to me, "By all means, watch the beautiful destruction of your home..." his voice faded in with the green fog overlaying the docks, and then I truly was alone again.

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An explosion in the distance and an angry huff from my real-life body before an angry shout followed, "The ninja are winning! Get out there and stop them!"

I like to think the other two ghosts moved so fast because my appearance has an eerie creepy look, and my normal body was just so terrifying -- I took pride in being able to intimidate easily. But in reality, they probably scurried off so fast because it was Morro speaking.

I was still perched in the clock tower, overseeing the destruction of this quiet fishing town. However, after an all too familiar sounding, "Hey!" echoed through my ears I was punted back about fifteen feet with a two-feet kick to my chest.

Fuggin' aye, Lloyd...

Morro and I sat back up, rubbing at the footprints that were now probably permanently imprinted on my ribcage. And we sat back up just in time for Lloyd's angry exterior to falter and soften, "Lizz...."