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Lloyd was on the roof of the ship again. Honestly, you’d think if he wanted to ponder about his childhood (or what was left of it) he would choose a place less high risk, but alas. It was just one of those days where he needed to catch himself up, cause everything went too fast.
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Everything would be fine. He would be fine. Sure, maybe he’d become a four-armed monster who everyone hates, but everyone already hates him. Lloyd revelled in it. He was the 2nd best at villany and was going to be just like his good ol’ dad after all! Who wouldn’t want to be him?
He didn’t need anyone, they’d push him away anyways. He hated them and they hated him; a mutual relationship really. He’s done so much on his own anyways..right?
Sure, he lost his friends' respect for not being ‘bad’ enough. Yeah, he might’ve been rejected for everywhere he goes simply on his lineage. Of course, you can’t forget the constant verbal treatment. It's what he gets for being bad. But it’s what he wants..he wants to be bad. He needs to be.
He didn’t need anyone. His father works just fine.
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“Hold it..hold it…!” Cole said, his voice straining. It was another day of training. Apparently having a 10 year old carry 5 grown teenagers would help him but he really couldn’t see it.
CRASH
Llloyd felt a sudden surge of pain to his head. Now he was on the floor with 5 teenagers on top of him, regretting complaining about a couple seconds ago.
“Oww...Lloyd! What did we tell you about focus!” Kai scolded, rubbing the sweat off his forehead.
“Yeah dude, are you trying to train or not?” Jay added in. His voice sounded a lot more annoyed than usual, probably the pile of bodies on top of him.
“Come, we need to try again.”
Nothing. Lloyd was completely out of it, like his mind was in a different realm.
He’s fighting him.
He’s fighting his father.
Why couldn’t he get it out of his head? He has to defeat him, it’s his destiny. “I have to fight him, yet..” He couldn’t, could he? At this point, his mind was racing a mile a minute, most of the thoughts incomprehensible among everything around him. He was only shot back into reality when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders.
“Buddy, you there? Hellooooo? Earth to greenie..” Cole said, lightly shaking the kid.
“O-oh! Uh, hey guys. What were you saying?” Lloyd snapped back, trying to sound inconspicuous. He failed entirely.
“You doing alright kid? You were out of it for a bit.” Nya had worry painted all over her face. She had a feeling what was wrong, everyone did really. Yet no one had the courage to say it.
He sighed. He couldn’t tell them. They were relying on him, the world was. He had to be strong , no matter what.
“I’m fine. How about another round of training?” He gave them a cheeky smile, rubbing the back of his head.
They didn’t need to know. They needed a leader.
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Damn it.
It was one of those nights again, the one’s he hated most. Staying up all night in a tight ball crying into his pillow, plauged by sleep yet uncapable of it. He’s lucky he has his own room. It’s nice to not have to feel the shame of his friends’ pitying him. He was too strong for that.
He was a monster. But he was a hero too. Which was it? Thinking about it gave him whiplash.
“It’s that garmadon kid..you know he can’t be trusted.
“Green ninja! You’re amazing..thank you thank you thank you!”
“The oni are destructive, it’s only a matter of time before he turns on us!”
“Oh, the Master of Energy? He’s AMAZING of course! We would be nothing without him!”
Why was he chosen? Why couldn’t he be normal? Why..why can’t people choose a stereotype and stick with it. It would be a lot easier to have stayed that annoying, bratty child. At least back then people simply hated him. He could deal with hate.
He couldn’t.
His mask was clearly slipping, he needed to focus. He needed to lead. He needed to be there working, not sobbing in his room like a child. He was the Green Ninja and people expected such.
He is not a child. He was a hero. He’s not a child…
“It would be nice to choose for once, though.” Choosing what people see you as is pretty easy. If only he could actually follow through.
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