Forewarning: This chapter is very intense (and sad.) Not for the faint of heart.

Nya's P.O.V.

Something is wrong.

I can feel it. Laying in bed, listening to my heart hammer in my chest and my breaths quicken. Too scared to sleep. But too scared to stay awake. All I can do is lay there and wait for something, anything to happen.

Where are you, Cole?

I shouldn't be so worried. Kai is protected. He will not die tonight, no matter what Cole may think. Still, I have the awful feeling in my chest, rising up like vomit, telling me that there is something horrible going on and I'm helpless against it. Too scared to get out of bed. But too scared to stay.

I must do something.

Almost in a daze, I pull the covers back. Put my feet down on the cold wood floor. I can only see right in front of me, nowhere else. Cole could attack me right now and I would have no means to protect myself. I do not worry though. Cole is somewhere else, preoccupied. My feet are bare as I walk down the long, dark hallway. The blackness is deep and stifling, like a weight pulling me down. My tension builds. Pat, pat, pat go the sound of my footsteps and pound, pound, pound goes the beat of my heart. Watching, waiting, wondering what is the faint music noise I can hear from the living room.

A light can be seen under the door, a warm, inviting light. Almost begging me to come in. "Come see what's here! You won't regret it!" The room seems to say, beckoning. Half asleep, I'm drawn in, using my three longest fingers to lightly press on the old door, making it creak as it swings open. The light doesn't seem quite as inviting anymore. The room is chilled, the window wide open, a slight breeze ruffling my hair. It's so quiet I can hear every heartbeat, every breath I take. I catch a faint coppery scent permiating the room. It's familiar, but I can't place it.

The television is on, the flickering screen alight with the bright colors of a video game, I'm not sure which one, displaying the words: "You died!" I shiver. Who was playing video games at this time of night? Why did they come here alone? Why is the window still wide open, allowing the bitter wind to blow inside and make the room as cold as death?

Coming into the room a little bit, I see splatters of something on the wall. Something red. My sense of dread growing, I take several more steps into the icy cold room, shivering from both the chill and the fear. The couch is blocking my view of one section of floor, and on that section of floor I know I will find something I do not want to find. Stepping ever closer, rounding a corner, looking and feeling my feet land in something wet...

My bare feet, standing in a puddle of still warm, coppery-smelling blood.

I follow the blood with my eyes until they rest upon something else.

A small figure, laying motionless in a pool of blood. The blood is scattered everywhere, on the floor, on the walls, staining his blond hair.

His throat has a jagged cut straight across, making sure the boy would never scream for help. His little heart is laid next to him, almost with pride, as if saying, "here I am! Look at me!" His green eyes are still wide open, strained with fear and hurt so beyond his few years.

There are words scratched into the floor around the boy, just like the dream I had so many nights ago. Spelling out his worst fears. Kid, child, whiny, baby, undeserving, selfish, weak , unloved.

Lloyd manages to look even younger in death.

I want to scream, or cry, or run, or throw up, but I can't. I'm frozen, staring at the green ninja. He's never been so small to me. Tears are streaming down my face, some of them rolling off and splashing into the blood at my feet. Lloyd is dead.

The green ninja, the golden ninja, the Ultimate Spinjitzu Master is dead.

My sweet little friend is dead.

My world is falling apart around me. I can almost see it shattered, raining down like shards of broken glass. A scream is rising up, threatening to burst from me, when I see the note carved into the wall.

Of course.

You should have covered your bases. The child was too much trouble, and I thought you were in for a surprise. Turned out it wasn't your older brother being murdered after all. It was only your younger one. His little heart was easier to rip out anyways.

Hope you aren't too upset.

Love, Cole.

No one's P.O.V.

When they found her, Nya was unconscious in a puddle of blood that was not her own. Clutching the body of Lloyd.

The sun was rising, sending beams of brilliant light into the living room through the wide open window. It illuminated his beautiful green eyes, now devoid of any life, and his blond hair, tinted reddish-brown by the blood. It was a gorgeous morning, though nobody saw it.

Jay cried. Skylor almost fainted. Pixal was silent in shock and remorse. Kai screamed until he had no voice left to use, trying in vain to awaken Lloyd from his sleep. Nya came to but didn't budge. She only laid there, staring straight forward at the note written on the wall blankly. More and more tears fell out of her but she didn't notice them dropping onto Lloyd's cheeks.

Kai was on the floor, his body racked with silent sobs. Nya broke the tragic silence by saying in a cracked, horrified voice,"He did it. Cole actually did it. He killed someone."

Cole was right. This was not child's play anymore. It was a rude awakening to what the demon was really capable of. And he wasn't going to stop there.

I cried writing this chapter...
It was just so sad!!!!
Poor Lloyd!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭
Why did I have to do this to him?
Okay, I'll calm down.
Hope you weren't too scared by this! Have a good rest of your day! And remember to keep reading!
Bye!