A/N: Hey fellow humans of the internet (I'm sorry I'm new to this)
This is an AU story it just came to my head, seeing as I'm not really experiences, you could say - in writing.
So beware this may get confusing, very OOC.
Rated T just in case, don't wanna get sued ya know..
I only own the OCs in this.

Now that's out of the way, enjoy, get comfortable and read on.

Underneath the Hurricane
-Prologue-

The silence of the night was slain by the harsh squeal of the howling gales.

"You know what'll happen to you if you do not take up this request, you pathetic failure." the voice hissed through the dark-green fog, throwing the boy down to the floor as the opening to the Cursed Realm was quickly closing.

The boy trembled before gaining his strength, a ghost of the night - he rubbed his eyes as he quickly pulled himself to his feet, wrapping his cape tightly around him, trying to ignore the pain running down his side as he focused, his body fading from translucent green to a solid flesh.

Morro was finally free - jealousy, pain, regret and fascination wracked his brain as he looked over from the mountain and over the bright, early-morning silhouette of New Ninjago City.

To get his revenge or just flee from it all - hesitation of the fact that if he did not fulfil the task given he'd be destroyed completely in a matter of seconds.

Pledging service to the Preeminent was probably on of his greatest mistakes - it only lead to him constantly bring put down and teased by the Chief in command - Vesper - a corrupt soul amused by the torture and pain of others - hatred for the human race leading her to insanity.

He then reminded himself of why he walked away all those years ago, he grinned slightly at the thought of revenge on his former Sensei and goddamn Ninja.

"You're going down." he hissed to himself, propelling himself into the air using the power of his wind element he flew over to the museum - the starting hurdle of the plan.

"Good riddance to you, Lord Garmadon." Paul (the Night Watchman for the Ninjago Museum of History) hissed to the statue of the former villain, poking it hard in the rib-cage with his slowly-dimming torch.

Morro was perched on the roof-support beams tentatively, watching Paul with intrigue, it was ridiculous how under prepared guards were these days.

'How pathetic - this is going to be all too easy' he thought to himself, grinning, he gripped his twin ghost blades and silently glided down to a statue of Lloyd, the Green Ninja.

Morro grimaced in disgust at this, how could a kid like him be the chosen one? A burning passion of relentless hate burned inside of him - completely blocking out the other screaming thoughts of hesitation and guilt in his mind.

Creating a small gust of wind between his fingertips, Morro disappeared into the air and softly blew it at the statue.

"I'm Lloyd Garmadon, the ultimate spinjitzu master!" the statue cried in a distorted voice, Morro smirked as Paul jumped in surprise, torch scrabbling between his fingertips as he fumbled the switch, flicking it at the statue - one of it's arms dangling by a single clump of fraying wires.

"Who goes there? It's after hours." Paul stammered, tripping over stray, curling carpet and landing on his backside, hat rolling off to the floor, "I know spinjitzu!"

Morro laughed at this, he quickly shut his mouth when he heard his deep, mischievous laugh ring through the corridors, raising an eyebrow when it only made Paul freak out more.

'So laughter is seen as fearful now? Damn, how weak.' he thought to himself, jumping down and appearing in his solid form in front of the shaking Watchman.

His arms were raised, eyes dominating down onto the man below, stood in a strong stance with his torn, black cape bellowing behind him.

Green and black was surrounding the two in a wispy mist, Morro concentrated on the mind of Paul, feeling their bodies twist into one as he slowly grew possession over him, trying to ignore the tearing pain in his side as he laughed - trying to show how strong he really is whilst Paul's screams of terror rang in his ears.

Soon enough, he was fully in control of the Night Watchman, Morro rolled his eyes as he heard the shrieks of wanting to be free inside his head - as taking Possession of somebody only lets you control their body - not their mind - but it is quite easy to sift through memories and drain them of everything they once was.

"What are you doing you monster! The Ninja will defeat you!" Paul yelled in thought, Morro had called up the management of the museum to tell them about a 'break-in'.

"Pipe it down old man." Morro aggressively thought back, pinching his arm hard he heard Paul wince - as it was his body - he felt the pain more than Morro did.

He sighed, placing Paul's hat on his head, he put on the act of feeling scared and vulnerable as he saw the backup arriving.

He knew deep down - this plan was going to be easy.

A/N: That was a pretty short prologue, but the chapters will hopefully grow longer.
I called the Nightwatch Paul because it's the name of his voice actor btw.
Reviews are always welcome!
I hope you enjoy the rest of your day, afternoon, night and thanks for reading this if you did, I'll update as frequently as I can!

-Gee