Felony

This story is based on a part in my storyline and is one of the main events on the planet of Zypvera.

A basic idea of the story:

The planet of Zypvera has stopped rotating during the night for an unknown cause, leaving all masses of land covered in a terrible storm.

Chapter 1: The End to a Seemingly Normal Day
Getting out his bed, Creteau turned his head when upright to look out of the window. A flash of light beamed through the small window nearly knocking the Matoran back down onto his bed. “It must be cloudy.” He thought, and got up with a sigh. A bit clumsily he walked over towards the door, his balance steadying as he got out of his early morning mood. He walked out and closed the door behind him slowly as not to wake up his slumbering neighbours and climbed down the ladder leading further down into the cliff bed. On his way to the bottom he heard other Matoran closing the doors to their huts. “That’s odd, they’re a lot earlier than usual.” Thinking to himself. Whilst passing a Matoran just getting out he asked,

“Why’s everyone up so early? You’ve got ages until-” He was cut off by a loud rumble that shook the somewhat fragile wood these Matoran slept on in their huts. Confusing and panic had struck them and they all began climbing down their ladders as quickly as a Matoran could.

“What’s going on?” Shouted a Matoran trying to find a gap in the ladder to get to. Another rumble struck, the wooden beams that supported the structure were creaking loudly, causing even more panic amongst the scared Matoran making the wood creak even louder due to the stress that it was in causing more panic... and so the chain continues. 5 minutes later... Almost everyone was down now, just a few more Matoran quickly rushing down the ladders. And yet even when on the solid ground Matoran were still panicking, hugging each other for relief and then, another rumble. This was by far the biggest of them; large boulders came crashing down on top of the nearly broken structure. This made the wooden frames snap and crumble merging with the debris of the cliff; nearly half of the layers were gone now crumbling down and down. The last Matoran was down joining the panicking mob rushing across the bridge leading across the river onto the grass bank where they were safe. Watching in shock the Av-Matoran gasped and hugged each other in horror as their homes were destroyed by the crumbling cliff. Creteau watched the ripples in the river caused by falling rocks from the now destroyed cliff side. Creteau led the group as they headed on their way to the nearest city, Zutal. The group made their way through the tunnels carved in the rock quickly as to avoid being caved in by another quake. They made it out, barely unscathed by that horrible experience. And as Creteau thought as he woke up, it was cloudy. But not just cloudy, the sky was black, thickened with a heavy layer of black cloud. Only at random moments would the sun shine through the small gaps in between the oddly fast moving clouds. 1 hour later... Now exhausted, the Matoran walked slowly towards the city. Creteau looked up from the ground and say a silver figure stood outside the city gates. As he approached the city gates he realised this figure was a Toa, Toa Harlen. Creteau ran towards Harlen, pushing his aching body forward and he tripped over a small stone when a few yards away. Harlen walked forward helping raise the sore Matoran off the ground. He waited for the rest of the group, the continued on towards the city. They were now inside the city of Zutal, the group looked around in amazement as most of them had never seen a city like this before. They stalled to look around at the strangely quiet city, the remaining residents couldn’t help but stare at the group of Av-Matoran wondering what could have happened to them; and eventually joined the group. The now large group walked towards the centre of the city, knowing only something very serious could have made the city leader call the entire habitants to the central dome, based in the centre of the city.

A few minutes later the group had reached the central dome, some of the group looked up in awe as they lined up outside. Still Matoran were worried, crying and sulking everywhere. Eventually these lines shortened, leaving the city empty. The group then dispersed among the crowds of Matoran, sharing their misery and relief with one another. Harlen laid down Creteau on a table, waiting for him to gain back his strength. Creteau managed to get up, only to the sound of a distant voice coming from the centre of the dome. Creteau slid himself off the table and walked towards the railing scratching his Kanohi as he got closer. Putting his hands on the rails and leaning forward he looked out and down, and there he stood on some kind of metal box raised above the crowd, the city leader with his microphone.

“I assume we have all felt these tremors and heard the devastating news of the now fallen cliff village of Akk, have we not?”Exclaimed the village leader. The crowd reacted with a mumbled yes. Some still shuffling trying to get a better view.

“Calm down, all you need is you sense of hearing. Nothing else.” They crowd stopped and fell silent. “Now, although you want to get back to your homes there is no way we could let you out of this dome until we are sure it is safe.” An uproar of screams and shouts rose from the once silent audience, these noises echoed throughout the dome, the sounds of angry Matoran rang sharply in Creteau’s ears. The audience soon fell silent as the ground started to shake, Creteau fell back only expecting the sudden reaction of his fellow Matoran down below. The Matoran on the ground were scattered around the domes floor off their feet. The tremor seemed to have knocked everyone down. Creteau quickly rose to his feet a rushed down the flight of stairs to the ground floor. He stepped out onto the dome floor shocked, the sight of his fellow Matoran injured, and in need of assistance. Creteau helped as many of the injured to some kind of seat as he could, walking with their arm over his shoulders limping. He worked his way from the outside moving inwards, he had been at it for ages. He looked to his side to see Harlen and other Matoran doing the same. Exhausted, Creteau walked back and forth helping the injured or unconscious. Eventually he gave in to the pain, he sat down and lowered his head in between the knees looking straight down at the ground; gasping for breath.

Meanwhile in the village of Cindra, Xavlo ran through the crowds of passing Matoran. She managed to navigate herself through the oncoming mobs rushing towards the river docks. She entered he hut and picked up a brown bag, strapped it around herself and pushed open the door. Her feet tingled with a cold runny feeling, she looked down and saw a small layer of water rush in through the door. She stepped outside, a ripple of water surrounded her foot. Looking into the direction of where he fellow Ga-Matoran seemed to be coming from. Xavlo starred at the ground, ripples began to appear in the water. Xavlo then looked up, seeing a blurred black colour blanketed the already dark sky. It was pouring down, the heavy drops of rain completely drowning out the sound of the panicking Matoran. She made her way towards the river docks, following the very faint sounds of her friends crying out to her. Xavlo sat with them under the shelter of the docks. The rain loudly meeting with the leather roofing above their heads, the rain eventually eased off. Revealing the sounds of Matoran making their way towards the river boat. They rose with the sound of other Matoran, Xavlo and her friends turned round and made their way towards the boat, trying not to slips on the soaking wet wood. Toa Aberyst was at the back of this line, making sure everyone got on safely and calmly. Later, the boat made its way down the river to the city of Zutal.

Back at the dome, Creteau was approached by Harlen.

“Need any help there, Creteau?” asked Harlen.

“No thanks, I can... manage.” Creteau managed to say, struggling to get up. Harlen looked at him with a small grin.

“Well I disagree, now come on, I’ll help you.” Harlen said whilst picking up the Av-Matoran. He walked over to a clear table and sat him on its cold wooden surface. “Now you just stay there, I’ll go help the others.” The Toa of Radiation said walking away with his head turned towards the table. Creteau looked around, only a few more to go as far as he could see. A whistling noise echoed throughout the domes walls, the Matoran looked towards the entrance. A train had stopped outside, packed with Ko-Matoran. The first to step out of their carriage was Kipou; he was followed by a group of others leaving the carriage empty and so on with the rest of the train. At the end of this group was Toa Skeymik, Toa of ice. He guided the last of the group in before meeting with Iickam, Toa of Stone outside of the entrance.

“I see you have arrived with your town’s people.” Said Iickam, looking out at the empty city.

“Yeah, but where’s your village?” asked Skeymik puzzled.

“Already inside. Anyway-”Iickam was cut off.

“C’mon, get inside! You guys are missing the message!” shouted an Onu-Matoran from the entrance.

“Alright, we’ll be there in just a sec!” replied Skeymik. The Onu-Matoran sighed and walked back inside.

“So, Skeymik... what do you think could have caused all this trouble?” questioned Iickam, with a worried stare out towards the city.

“I don’t know brother, but let’s just hope it’ll end soon.” Answered Skeymik, “Now let’s get inside.” The two Toa walked inside through the entrance, closing the big double doors behind them.

“Ah, Skeymik, Iickam. Glad you two could join us.” Said the city leader. “Now, as I was saying. We are going through this troubling time with little ease, and we need to be swift and get back on our feet if we are to avoid any more trouble in this situation. I hope you all recover soon, goodbye for now.” Harlen walked over towards the other two Toa, they then chattered amongst themselves.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Asked Vremik to Tekih.

“I dunno, probably just Toa stuff, you know what they’re like.” Answered Tekih staring at the three Toa.

Back to the boat where Xavlo is now resting on.

“Aberyst.” Called Xavlo.

“Yes, Xavlo. What is it?” Replied Aberyst, kneeling down.

“How long until we get there?” Asked Xavlo, shivering in the cold.

“I am not sure, but we will be at the dome soon.” Answered the Toa of Water, standing back up.

“Ok, just wanted to be sure.” Xavlo whispered back while sitting on the wet front deck of the boat. Xavlo stared outward towards the rear end of the boat, seeing her fellow Matoran cry was one thing; but to see a pack of Lake Waddlers swimming upstream must’ve meant something was happening. Soon the other Matoran joined her, staring towards the rear end of the boat all in wonder. Suddenly, panic rose from the Matoran on the boat as small waves appeared around it. The boat swayed a bit to the left and then to the right, the Ga-Matoran sliding across the deck from the left to the right where they were all piled up. All this weight then capsized the boat all the Matoran falling out into the river. The Lake Waddlers realised this and swam back to help them, they splashed water on their backs indicating that they should keep hold of them. When the Ga-Matoran had all gotten onto a Lake Waddler they had swam towards the central dome, Aberyst was of course behind the group making sure no one fell off.

Several minutes later they reached the dome, its huge walls loomed above them like trees, only taller. They got off the Waddlers and swam towards the bank, where they could climb out. When they were out of the river they walked in a group to the entrance of the dome, Xavlo was in the middle of this group. Aberyst walked to the front as they approached the door and opened it, waiting until the Matoran had gone in before going in herself.

“Aberyst!” Shouted Harlen at the entrance as she walked in. Aberyst walked over towards him, making it through the crowds of Matoran coming from almost every direction. She joined the group of Harlen, Skeymik and Iickam, and continued chatter amongst themselves again.

It was now the middle of day and nearly half of the Matoran in the Zutal Peninsula were inside the dome. More and more groups came in through the entrance all the time, each followed by another Toa. The group of four became a group of eight as the last of the groups arrived.

“So guys, what’s actually going on? I know there’s a storm brewing but what do you think’s causing it?” Said Toa Rando, looking out one of the windows.

“We don’t know, Rando. But all we do know is that is has covered all landmasses in Zypvera. So everyone and everything is experiencing this disaster.” Answered the fire Toa, Vephiron.

“Wait, even Yutai Nui?” replied Vluxx, the Toa of Twilight worryingly. “But Yutai Nui doesn’t even have shelter like this, let alone a structure that could stand those tremors we felt earlier!” He gripped his scythe in worry.

“It’s ok, Vluxx.” Said Rando trying to calm him down by putting his hand on Vluxx’s shoulder. “The Order has provided shelter on the mainland, so there’s no one on Yutai Nui right now. They’ll all be fine.” Continued Rando, taking his hand of Vluxx’s shoulder. The wind grew stronger, the loud whistling coursing through the ears of the Toa. Creteau’s ears were aching, he grabbed the microphone and climbed on top of the metal box in the centre of the dome. He fell over, struggling to get back up.

“Close the windows!” he yelled through the microphone, his voice surged through the dome breaking everyone’s state of shock. Everyone rushed to close the windows, others racing to the higher levels and then doing the same. Soon the wind was locked outside, only a faint whistle could be heard. Now darkness engulfed the inside of the dome until a Matoran had turned on the light switch, leaving the inside of the dome as bright as day.

Several hours have passed, it was now night time on Chroros Nui and the other islands around it. The continent was now shrouded in darkness, the planet rotating slower every passing minute. All of the Matoran in their shelters somewhere on the island, each cowering in their hundreds. This was now a nation on the verge of disaster, waiting for a glimmer of hope. But now comes the most fearful part of any storm, night.

Chapter 2: The Coming of the Endless Night
The night was coming, slowly but approaching closer every second. On a beach to the far west of Chroros Nui, just south of the Zutal Peninsula night had approached. The Beach Waddlers were digging through the sand, submerging as far as they could. Now it was raining, but this rain was not ordinary rain. A drop of rain trickled down the leaf of a tree, reaching the end it had no other way to go but down. The purple droplet of water fell into a small puddle on the ground near the tree, the clear water soon covered in a small cloud of dark purple. This drop was then followed by others, and the same happening on other trees surrounding the beach. These puddles of purple water then grew and met with each other, merging until they formed a U shape around the beach. The Waddlers on this beach emerged from their burrows, thinking it was safe; only to be met with the pool of purple liquid that was now enveloping the beach. One by one they fell into this pool of strange contents, but never emerging for a second shot at life. Now the entire beach was covered, not one single grain of sand was visible. Slowly ripples formed in the liquid, rising from this were creatures unknown to the island. Large and intimidating they jumped out of the pool onto the path leading to the next city, each waddling towards the city; just like a Waddler.

Skeymik’s communicator had started ringing, he walked into an empty quiet space, pressed a button on the slim metal device and put it close to his ear.

“Yeah, what is it?” Answered Skeymik to a faint voice coming from his communicator.

“Whoa, hold on, you mean there’s giant Beach Waddlers attacking the dome in your city?” Skeymik said back to the faint mumble he was talking to.

“Who do you think he’s talking to?” Whispered Xavlo to Tekih with her head turned towards Skeymik.

“I dunno, but those things he’s talking about might be coming here.” Tekih whispered back.

“Ok, I’ll make sure we’re all prepared for this. And one more thing, good luck.” Skeymik said, he took the communicator away from his ear and pressed a button. Skeymik walked out of his space over to the city leader and whispered something in his ear. The city leader had a sudden shocked motion, his head flung back in surprise as he heard the news.

“Skeymik, what’s going on?” Asked Harlen to the Toa of Ice who was now walking towards the entrance.

“I’m not too sure, Harlen. But whatever’s going on, we need to be ready for it.” Answered Skeymik with a sigh, picking up his two handed sword from the wall. Harlen signalled the other Toa to follow them, as he picked up his weapon from the wall to his left. The others followed him and did the same and walked out of the entrance.

“It’s raining a lot more than usual.” Exclaimed Vephiron, “I know I won’t like this battle.” He continued.

“Let’s just get this sorted, surely it wouldn’t be too bad with the eight of us?” Said Nytros to the others. The silhouetted figure of a Matoran could just been seen in the distance, it was running towards them. Just under the noise of the rain they could hear the constant splashing of feet in the puddles and the cry of a Matoran.

“Help!” They shouted running closer and closer towards the group of Toa. Toa Rando jumped out of the small shelter, the drops of liquid dripping down his mask. He drew closer to the Matoran, only ten yards away until a loud, spine chilling roar echoed in the city buildings. Stopping him and the Matoran in their tracks Toa Rando looked straight ahead past the Matoran and saw another figure emerging from the darkness, he strained his eyes and it grew bigger. It was drawing closer towards them, the Matoran looked back and ran in fear towards the group of Toa who did nothing but stand in shock as the creature that was chasing this Matoran had revealed itself from the dark, foggy depths of the city.

Toa Skeymik, the first of the Toa snapped out of his shock and released a beam of ice energy from his hand at the creature. The creature moved back, but didn’t seem to affected by the beams of ice. Skeymik was quickly followed by the other Toa, who released beams of their element at the creature. All this did was move it back. Vluxx then turned to Nytros telling him to freeze the ground around the creature and Nytros did just that. The creature stepped forward and slipped on the icy ground, falling forwards. The loud thump was all Vluxx needed to hear, assuming the creature was unconscious he approached it. Vluxx froze as it opened its large red eyes and stared at him. He reacted quickly and jumped onto the creatures head and swung his scythe above his head, then lashing it down onto the creature’s head. Aberyst then threw one of her axes at the creature’s eye, followed by Rando firing beams of air energy at the other. The Matoran stared back at the Toa once he had reached the entrance, seeing another, smaller one of these creatures rising from a pool of liquid behind the Toa.

“Behind you!” The Matoran shouted, Skeymik was first to react turning his head and watching the creature rise from the pool of purple liquid. He shot a beam of ice at it hoping the liquid would freeze, but no effect. Iickam turned his head and fired his pistol at the creature rising from the liquid. This bullet exploded with a surge of electricity, momentarily paralyzing the creature. Iickam then jumped onto the creature’s head, trying to force it back down the puddle.

Chapter Incomplete