《Jade Garmadon: Lloyd Garmadons little brother》Chapter 15 ~Mistake in Trust
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Unkown pov:
I walked into the room, brushing the wrinkles out of the end of my light blue dress.
"I apologise, father for my tardiness."
"Doesn't matter! Give me your update of the boy!" Father yelled as he pounded his fist to the table, making me jolt backwards.
"H-he is in well condition. I will be able to bring him to you once he gets over the idea of his fig-."
"I don't care! Just get him to me now! Mr. C needs him right away and I don't want him to do anything to you! So if that means you have to kidnap that boy, then do it! That's an order!"
"Y-yes father." I looked at the ground and left the room.
I must do what I must.
didn't
I watched Lloyd pace back and forth in the control room of the bounty. One of my son's are missing and the other is driving himself nuts over the situation.
"Lloyd, calm down. Nya is searching the radar with the bountys gps, and Zanes falcon is scanning all of ninjago for him." I reasurred Lloyd, but he kept pacing.
"He's still pacing?" Jay announced as he and the other boys walked in.
"If he paces anymore, im sure he will rock the bounty to its side." Cole snickered, then Zane smacked the back of his head.
"Be more considerate, ninja. Lloyd is your team mate and he is under a lot of stress." Wu shot a glare at the ninja.
"Sorry sensei." The ninja replied in unison. Jay walked over to Lloyd and placed an arm around his shoulder. Oh it just crushed my heart to see Lloyd so upset about the loss of Jade.
Lloyds pov:
Jay whispered softly into my ear.
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"We have to find Jade before Mr. C finds him."
"No dip, Sherlock!" I snapped back, but kept my voice at a whisper.
"I'm just saying. I'm not trying to offend you or make you even more stressed." Jay yelped. I sighed and starred out the window. I saw this blackspot in the sky, and as it came closer, the figure was more clear. Zane's falcon had returned. I opened the window and let the feathery creature fly in and perch itself on Zane's arm. Zane connected a wire to a plug in on the Falcons chest, and video recordings appeared on the big screen. We looked at every video, and I was shaking, hoping to find footage of where Jade went. Every recording had no sign of Jade, but there was one last piece of footage to watch.
.....We watched the video.....
.......nothing
"Dang it. I thought there would at least be some sort of hint!" Kai groaned. Everyone looked at me though. I felt my eyes tear up. No no no! Not again! You can't have a mental breakdown now! Not infront of everyone! I held back my tears and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind me.
I was hidding under my blankets and crying into my pillow. Gosh I sound so pathetic. I am pathetic. Just then I heard a knock at my door.
"Go away!" I yelled.
"Come on man, you know that we aren't going to give up on you that easily." Kai said from beyond the door. I burried my face into my pillow to muffle the sound of my crying.
"Dude, are you ok?" Jay asked.
"GO AWAY!!" I yelled again, but instead of leaving, they all just walked in.
"Lloyd we know you're not ok. We want to help you." Zane knelt down besides my bed, and looked at me.
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"...I-I just want my brother back." I wept and hugged onto my pillow tighter. Nya hugged me and Cole patted my back.
"Hey, we promised that we will help you find him, didn't we?" Kai looked into my eyes and gave me a comforting smile. I nodded slightly, and kept a tight hold onto the pillow.
Jades pov:
I stood out on the small balcony and looked out at the forest surrounding me. Clem went to sleep about an hour ago, but I couldn't sleep. My mind was still racing laps of the thought if Lloyd misses me. I took out a mini journal and a pencil and started writing.
*flash back*
"Don't give up so easily, Jade." Lloyd tapped my homework.
"I can't write! I don't know how to write!" I groaned and slammed my head onto the table. Being the only kid in school who doesn't even know how to hold a pencil just to write one word stinks! My teachers yelled at Lloyd that if he didn't teach me how to write, the teachers would put me into a special eds class.
"Here, let me help you." Lloyd put the pencil in my hand and held my hand to the pencil. "That's how you hold it, and then we just follow the dotted lines to make a letter." Then Lloyd guided my hand on the paper, and the pencil traced over the dotted line.
Soon enough I was writing. My teachers were happy and shocked at the same time. Lloyd was so proud of me.
*back to present*
A tear rolled down the side of my face as I ended my last written sentence with a period. I closed the mini journal and dropped the pencil. I burried my face into my hands and cried. Stop crying over him. It's his fault. He was your brother and he doesn't care about you. I cried even more and held onto the wooden railing to keep myself from collapsing to the ground.
I managed to get ahold of myself and I wiped away my own tears. I looked up at the stars and the silver moonlight shinned down onto me.
"I'm so sorry, Lloyd" I whispered.
I felt something hit the back of my head. I fell to the ground, and hit my head against the wooden boards, knocking me out cold.
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