Crimes do have some severe punishments

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The next day

We went into the studios to hear what Chen wants to ramble about. We took our seat as he started.
"There is a spy sitting with us today!!!" He roared.
I gulped as I looked the others.
"He knows." I whispered.
"And I know someone in here is missing a hair tie." 
Chen looked around before locking eye contact with me.
"This hair tie." 
Clouse raised up MY hair tie. I gasped as I felt the back of my head to feel that my hair tie is missing. Clouse watched me and smirked as I gulped.
"Anna. Looking a little worried. Is this your hair tie?" Chen asked while holding the tie in front of me.
He had gotten scary over the years I haven't seen him. I looked away as he chuckled.
"Come on. You can tell me. I AM your teacher after all."
"That's my hair tie." I mumbled.
"I knew it! You haven't change at all, Mistress Garmadon. We'll have a little talk after the fights."
I gulped again as he handed me my tie and continued.
"So we'll get if one of us wins?" Griffin asked.
"Win and stay on the island, win it all... and you'll receive fortune beyond your wildest dreams and life-time supply of Master Chen Noodles. But no one's here for noodles, you want the glory of being the greatest fighter in all of Ninjago!!"
Every one then cheers. I slowly started to worried.
"To top today's beauty... no challenges today."
I gulped as we exited.
"Mistress Garmadon!" Clouse called out.
"Are you okay staying here alone?" Garmadon asked me.
"Yeah. I'll get to one of you guys if I need any help." I told him before walking towards them.
"Yeah?"
"She knows to much. We need to erase her memory." Chen told Clouse.
"What? Doesn't that mean her entire memory?"
"Who cares? As long as no one knows what's coming!"
I started to step back. The guards started to surround me as I use my magic to stop them. Chen pushed a button that opened a trap door underneath me. I screamed as I hit the floor, head first. Everything went black.

When I woke up...

Pain. I was feeling pain. It feels like a touch of slightly stinging, burning pain coupled with an annoying, intense vibration and the sensation that someone is dragging a needle across my skin, because that's exactly what someone is doing. Looking up to see one of the guards putting the snake mark on my back.
"What are you doing?!" I asked
"Punishing you, that's all." Chen said cackling.
"Apologize for interrupting, sir. But we're out of ink." The guard said.
"I'll show you where the ink is. Follow me."
Chen went as the guard eagerly followed behind. I looked at Clouse as he grabbed his spell book. 
"What are you going to do to me now?! Knock me out with the a Sleep spell or something?!" I asked him.
"No. I'm going to save you."
"What? Why?"
"To show you that I'm still a good man. I want to get you out of here." Clouse said as he unchained me from the iron table.
We then heard some inaudible talking as I gasped.
"We need to go, NOW!"
Clouse carried me all the way to my room as he set me on my bed and put a cooling spell on my back to easy the pain.

Few more minutes later

I heard Garmadon walked in as Clouse got up.
"I should go."
"Anna? What happened to your back?" Garmadon asked me.
"Chen did it." I told him.
Garmadon slightly rubbed my back as I hissed in pain.
"My cooling spell should heal her pain when it wears off."  Clouse told him.
Garmadon nodded as he exited.
"This is my fault. I should've stayed and help you fight." Garmadon said as I softly smile at him.
"Don't worry. I left a small 'gift' for him." 
Garmadon looked at me confused.

With Chen

"Where is she!?" I asked.
I say a small bath bomb on the table. 
"She left . And left a gift for me!!" I chimed.
As I pick it up, it made a beeping noise. When I look to see that is was an actual bomb!! It exploded in my face as purple ink covered us.
"That's why we couldn't find any more purple ink." I groaned.

A/n: The snake above, is the tattoo I got. It will be different shades of purple and when they didn't finish they couldn't put on the cork, the fork tongue and fangs. Art is not mine. Credit goes to the respectful owner/s.


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