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" What." Morro opened his window since he heard tapping at it. " Have you told her yet?" The Green Ninja pulled himself up and sat on the window frame. " Dude, it's been 2 days. Of course I haven't. Why don't you tell her who you are." Morro pushed his finger into the Ninja's chest. " You know why I can't. " The Ninja pulled Morro's hand away. " And you know why I can't either so lay off." Morro walked away. The Green Ninja sighed, " It's easier for you to say who you are rather than me say who I am. You know that, Morro." The Ninja started to climb back down. " Whatever, Lloyd." 
                          


                          
The Green Ninja switched from one room to another. " Green Ninja!" I smile as I opened my window. The Ninja jumped in, " Hey (Y/n). Any sightings?" He asked. I shrug, " I've been feeling like I'm being watched." " For how long?" He asked. " Ever since I saw that Leviathan guy that seemed to be following me and Morro." I remarked. " Hm, Ice has told me about this. We've tried to locate this guy but no known location turns up. Though, we have confirmed that he is 19 and has studied different types of technology. Ice has a theory that Levithan has made the Dark Soldiers." The Green Ninja explained.
                          
" So this might not be a one time there with him huh?" I groan, sitting on my bed. The Ninja nodded, " Yup. Lightening has spotted him around Ninjgao High as well, do you go there?" He asked. I nodded. " Be careful and never be alone. " He stared right at me. I nodded again, " I'm usually never alone unless I'm going to the bathroom." " Try and limit your bathroom breaks and go when there are others around. Like at lunch or something like that." The Ninja sat next to me on my bed." Uh-huh, got it." I yawn.
                          
 " I'm serious. If we confirm that Leviathan is related to the Dark Soldiers, then he could be a bigger threat than we suspect he is." The Ninja looked at me seriously. " I got it Green Ninja." I laid down. The Green Ninja pulled me back up. " What? Tired of seeing me so many times? Have I become boring?" The NInja joked. " What? No! I'm just tired myself. You're still fun." I smiled. The Ninja smiled under his mask. He pushed me back down and put the covers over me, " Get some sleep then. I'll see you soon." He pat my head before disappearing out my window. I closed my eyes and entered a dream.
                          


                          


                          
An evil laugh erupted from a black shadowy figure in front of me. " Such a fool. You think you can run? You think you can escape? You're playing my game. My game, my rules. You are meant to believe you are safe. You are not safe. Everything that protects you will die. But it isn't my fault. No no. It's your fault. You are the reason people get hurt. The reason young and old perish. It is all your fault." The figure said.
                          
I couldn't move. I knew this was a dream but I couldn't change it. I couldn't do anything. Why am I dreaming this? " The morning will show a beautiful Saturday morning. But it won't be beautiful for you or your family. Have you thought about painting your room? I think a nice shade of your blood will make it look much prettier. Dont you think?" The figure seemed to hold out a flower. I looked like a rose but it was shadowy as well. " This dream will end. But so will you." The figure laughed.
                          


                          


                          
I woke up instantly, feeling as if I was in danger. I quickly moved to the side as a knife was brought down right where my neck was. I scrambled up and off my bed. I couldn't see that well in the cold night but the glowing heartbeat on the Dark Soldiers helmet made it obvious who they are. I turned on the lights so I don't die and quickly dropped to the ground as they came for another attack.
                          
Their knife cut my wall. Welp, that's going to be hard to explain. They came at me again and got my arm. I hissed and held my arm. I felt blood dribbling out. " Hey hey, can't we settle this some other tiME-" I jumped back as they swiped at my stomach. I threw myself into a wall as they charged at me. I ducked down as the knife was thrown at me. When I hit the wall, the pictures I had hung up rattled. The knife hit and broke the glass of one of my pictures. It was a picture of Morro holding Shade on his 14th birthday. 
                          
I grabbed the knife out of the picture frame. I am now armed. The Dark Soldier pulled out a longer knife. " Fuck." I muttered. They came at me and got me good in the stomach/side. I tear up as my hand slid from my arm to my stomach. My shirt was getting stained in my blood. A tear dripped from my eye as I slipped on my blanket that I dropped when I got out of bed. I scooted myself back as the soldier walked over to me. I use the blanket to make them lose their balance. I got up and stabbed them in the shoulder.
                          


                          
I tried to run out of my room but the soldier grabbed me. I tried to pull away. I ended up ripping my shirt to get back. I stumbled back and the soldier kicked me. I hit my wall and a few small pictures fell. I fell down and looked at the pictures that fell. I noticed one was one of me and my Grandfather Xno. The picture was of him throwing me up in the air and about to catch me. I was only 4 then. Happy. Back when my Grandpa was alive. I remember how he always said to be nice to everything. You never know if they were thinking of being evil but you saved them, making their day better, or if they become evil hopefully you can change them.
                          
Grandpa never hurt anything unless necessary. He protected us many times. He once jumped into a rushing river to get my cousin who accidentally fell in. He got bitten by a wolf to save my father when he was little. He got stabbed and shot to save me from being kidnapped when I was 5. He didn't care about himself when it came to protecting others. He could find good in the bad. Light in the darkness. He always tried to change evil into good. But that's what ultimately got him.
                          
Grandpa died due to evil. But he died protecting others. He died doing what he loved. Protecting others, and trying to save the corrupted. Grandpa died to dark and evil things that I couldn't understand back then. But I understand now. And I'm not going to let myself die as well. I looked at the picture closer. The picture had ripped due to a shard of glass ripping into it. Cutting right at my Grandpas face. 
                          
This isn't fucking right. My Grandpa didn't die to be disrespected by some robot. His picture torn because of them. I slid up the wall slowly. Grandpa wouldn't give up because he was injured. I looked up at the Dark Soldier. Grandpa always taught me that as long as I'm protecting myself or someone else, pain is worth it. I saw the gun pointed at me. Grandpa said that even though this world is covered in darkness, there still can be good and light. They fired but I was already moving. Be the good in the evil, the light in the darkness. I grabbed the Dark Soldiers' arm and put my foot on their torso. I pulled as hard as I could and pushed with my leg. Wires ripped and gears became undone. I tore their arm off as my vision began to blacken. I cracked my neck as charged at them, tackling them. My vision went black after that. A moment of metal ripping and then shouting and screaming.