obsidian. [ninjago siblings]

Revenge

Based on a AOT scene (I basically just changed the characters)

⚠️WARNING: ⚠️ GORE, SMOKING AND MENTION OF TR||AFFICK||ING (?) ⚠️

"So, what are we gonna do with her?" A man asked. He was sat comfortably on a chair, eating snacks while looking down at the 11 year old tied up on the floor. "We killed her remaining family, it's not like she has anyone else."

Another male looked down at the little girl too. "Hmm.." He thought out loud.

The girl lay on the ground, her eyes dull and face numb, as if she's in a constant trance. Her expressions were unavailable, and even though she's gone through so much, no tears were shed. Not one.

"We could sell her." The man stood up suggested. "She's Asian; people want them. They're mostly small and petite." (AGAIN, PART OF THE AOT SERIES)

The girl on the floor didn't even react. Externally, anyway. Internally, there was so much pain and grief running through her heart that she felt like dying at this very moment. She couldn't take this anymore.

The make on the chair light a cigarette, placing it closer to his mouth right before he spoke. "Is she fully Asian though? I'm not having a f*cking fake around here. I need the bloody money." His accent was thick while he swore, clearly frustrated.

The one without a cigarette sighed with annoyance. "Yes." He replied. "Her mother is Chinese while her Father is Japanese. Do you want me to pull out her god forsaken birth certificates while we're at it?" He asked sarcastically.

The male inhaled and exhaled and placed the lighter down, before standing up and pushing the chair somewhere. "Sell her for..1000? We'll be gettin' all the money as well." He suggested, trying to make a bargain.

The latter man stood up was nodding and smiling almost devilishly. "Alright, deal-"

Before he could finish his sentence, a loud but formal knock on the door made the two adults cut their attention off the little girl.

One of them walked up to the door and opened it. "Who the bloody hell's there?"

He asked, looking left and right until he noticed that the boy was looking up at him.

"What the fuck are you doing here, kid?" He asked, kneeling down slightly to get onto his level. The other man walked up to the doorway too.

The boy, who has dark brown eyes as well as the same coloured hair, looked up at them with a numb expression. Just like the little girl.

"Good afternoon." He said blankly. His hand was clasped behind his back while the other was presently politely in front of him.

"Uh..good afternoon?" One said, confused. "Look, kid, what are you doing here-?"

Before he could finished his sentence, the boy whipped out a knife and stuck it into the torso of one, watching him choke and cough up blood until he went pale, and finally met with the ground as his fate.

The other was in too much shock to do anything, so the boy had enough time to push him down.

His anger filled his veins once he saw the girl on the floor, looking up ever so slightly to witness what's going on.

He promised to protect her.

He's gonna have to do this.

He raised the knife, finally screaming his anger out.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled, stabbing him multiple times while he screamed horrible words in between the injuries until his death. "I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL!"

The girl was now shaking in fear, trying to shuffle away from the bodies but her confined wrists and ankles halted her from doing anything. She just needed him right now. He's the only one left alive.

Finally, the angry teen snapped out of his trance, dropped his knife and rushed over to the girl, quickly helping her sit up and then untying the rope.

"I'm glad you're okay, sis." He mumbled, helping her stand up as well. "I'm sorry you had to see..that.."

The black haired seemed to still not have her emotions back, as all that was shown on her face was a blank expression, tears running down her face. Was it Shock? Grief? Anger? She doesn't even know.

"I watched them die..every single one of them.."