We were too late. He'd already done it. He had beaten us to it. We watched helplessly as he automatically closed his chest and sat down, before lying on his back. I rushed over and shook him, he would to have open his eyes. I shook and shook, hoping they'd flutter open.
They did.
However, this Zane eyed me suspiciously.
Zane's P.O.V:
My eyes opened. I suppose I have amnesia, I don't remember how I got here, or who this strange man dressed as a ninja was.
I tried remember who I was. No memory of a name came up. "Zane? Are you in there?"
He was clearly talking to me. So I must be Zane. "Who are you?" I asked him. "I'm Kai. This is Lloyd, Nya, Jay and Cole. We're your friends, we're ninjas...you've known us for so long...please Zane, tell me you remember..." It looked like he was going to cry. "Who am I?" I wondered again, trying to put the pieces together. He swallowed hard. Yes, he was probably going to cry. "You're Zane, Zane Julien. You're the son of an inventor who lived in this very house. You're the ninja of ice, a great friend, and a android. We told you we didn't care. Something was going on, you didn't want to tell us, we let it go too far...You wiped your own memory. You, you don't remember..."
I really didn't remember. Was I simply supposed to believe that story? That I was a robot ninja? Right...because that makes sense. "I'm sorry. I do not remember you or your friends. Should I?" I told him. It didn't look like he was in any condition to answer more questions, so one of his friends did. "Well, yes, you should. Maybe I can give you back your memory." I raised a brow. He reached for my chest. "What are you doing? Let go of me!" I yelled. He opened up a panel of some sort. I saw switches and wires.
Huh, so I was a robot.
I looked down, one switch was broken, sparking in places. He felt the wires, observing them. Then he turned back to his friends. The red one had turned around, his arms wrapped around himself. Was he in pain? I didn't know who this 'Kai' character was, but I felt sympathetic.
The blue who had opened the panel began to discuss something with the others. I got up and looked back at the tree; there was a small note pinned to it.
Hello, friend. Whoever you are, I know a person who I would like to protect. He does not remember his name, so I will give this warming to everyone. I beg of you, do not venture in here. If said person does, they will remember pain. Do not go on in there.
That was for me. What was it that he didn't want me to know? I looked further down.
Zane Julien
I was protecting myself from pain. I still couldn't imagine what was so painful in the first place. The black one grabbed my arm and dragged me away. I still had my note in my hand. Oh well, It was going with me.