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Chapter 1: Dues to Collect Roodaka leaned on the railing and watched the sunset from her balcony. Rather than the satisfied smile she usually wore as she looked out over her city, her face was drawn into a troubled frown. She was worried, and it took a lot to worry the Vortixx. Roodaka stood up from the railing and went back into her mansion. Her hands trembled slightly as they locked the double doors.Roodaka looked over at the clock on the wall. It was only minutes away from six. Years ago she had made a deal exactly at 6:00, a deal she was now regretting. She had been so close to fulfilling her end of the bargain, but that nasty little writer had ruined it. The Vortixx’s face made a disgusted frown as she thought of the blue being that had robbed her of Teridax, thus stealing her only chance for ultimate power. She would have ruled Metru-Nui by now if it hadn't been for the meddling half-Toa. But now it was too late. There was nothing that could be done, nothing that she could do. Roodaka glanced nervously at the clock. It was only three minutes until the hour was up. She briskly trotted over to the doorway and locked her door, though she knew it wouldn’t stop what was coming. Roodaka turned and looked back at her room. It was a very elaborate set-up; white marble stone combined with Victorian furniture. A dying fire lay in the fire-place. She tried to avoid looking at it. It reminded her of the place she was supposed to be going. The Vortixx paced nervously, trying to think of a way to mend her broken bargain. She thought it through for a full minute, but every possibility ended with her being taken away. Her thoughts were cut short when the clock struck six. For the first time in years, Roodaka felt fear creep down her spine. Suddenly, a blazing red fire erupted in the chimney. Roodaka jumped at the noise, which sounded like something was ripping the fabric of space and time. The fire flickered as thick, black smoke drifted out of the fireplace. Along with it came wispy, shadow-like beings. They drifted along with the smoke, staring at the terrified Vortixx with glowing red eyes. They were shaped like mutilated, deformed Matoran. The creatures swirled around her, cackling with wicked glee. Roodaka struck out at one, but her dainty clawed hand merely passed through it. She felt four dusty hands grasp her arms. She looked to the left to see a skull-like head looking back at her."Evening Ma'am," the creature said as he tipped a sooty top-hat, “Just came to collect the master's due." Roodaka cried out and tried to free herself. Several more of the beings wrapped their black claws around the Vortixx. The creatures cackled evilly as they pushed her over onto the floor. They started dragging her to the fireplace, which was glowing hotter than ever. The Vortixx could see two eyes and a twisted grin in the flames. At that moment, a horrible, ugly voice rang throughout the room"Time's up, Roodaka." The Vortixx screamed as she was dragged into the fire, and pulled into some terrible place beyond imagination. A deafening laugh filled the air. Seconds later the inferno disappeared, leaving no trace of Roodaka. Melancholy music drifted throughout the halls of the frightening fortress. The song was gloomy and dark, and it enhanced the already depressing atmosphere. The tune was slow and simple, although it was obvious the musician held great talent. Deep in the bowels of the castle was the room from which the melody emanated. It was large, poorly lit, and smelled of fire and brimstone. It was there the master sat hunched over the keyboard of an enormous pipe organ. The instrument was old and covered in cobwebs, but the sound was clear and strong. The clawed fingers of the being wearily pounded at the keys. The master sighed; his breath swept centuries of dust from the keyboard. The song ended. The being rested his massive head on the organ. His pointed ears suddenly twitched as they heard a knock at the heavy metal door that blocked the world from the room. The being rose from his seat; his joints creaked and groaned as if they hadn't moved in ages. His heavy hooves clanked noisily against the cobblestone floor. The entire room seemed to shake as he walked toward the door. He grasped the handle and pulled. The rusted hinges shrieked as the door opened. There stood a tiny, decrepit Matoran. He was skeletal and frail looking, and his armor was corroded and pitted. He looked up at the creature before him with tired, weary eyes."M-master K-karzahni," he stammered, "I have news." Karzahni looked down at him with a dull, uninterested look on his patchwork mask. One would never have guessed the genius that lay behind his animalistic exterior."What is it?" asked the demonic being. His voice was deep and hoarse, like the whisper of a giant. At the same time it was crestfallen and defeated. The Matoran nervously cleared his throat."It concerns Makuta Teridax." The moment the words left the Matoran's mouth, Karzahni's mask contorted in rage. He emitted a palpable aura of hate and anger, the very air around him seemed to become superheated. The Matoran drew back in fear."Is it good news or bad news?" growled the infuriated being. His gigantic hands balled into fists. The Matoran raised his hands in reassurance."It's good," he said quickly, "I may have found his weakness." The giant relaxed. His demeanor became calmer, although he seemed more alert than before."What is this weakness?" Karzahni said. His tone was gentle yet demanding."A Toa, one called Galigee." A puzzled look appeared on Karzahni's mask."A Toa? What are you talking about, Wyrm?" The Matoran beckoned for him to follow."Let me show you." Karzahni followed the hobbling Matoran. His hooves echoed in the dark, dank hallway. They went down many twists and turns until at last they came to a small room. It was more of a closet in terms of size. The only things the room contained were a secondhand desk, a wobbly wooden chair, and a very old and beat-up computer. Even though the machine was from the mid-nineties, it looked extremely out of place for an archaic fortress. A website was open on its cracked screen. Karzahni squinted at it, reading the tiny words. He only had a basic understanding of the machines, and preferred to steer clear of them entirely. But he knew the outside world had started putting information on them, and so assigned one of his Matoran to monitor it at all times. "What is it?" The Matoran sat at his chair and moved the tape-covered mouse."It's called BZPower. I'm pretty sure it stands for Bionicle Zone Power.” Karzahni glared at the machine."Why is this relevant?" he asked in a slightly irritated tone. The Matoran quickly clicked on a link. The computer whirred loudly as it attempted to complete the task."Be patient master, this is a very slow process." As the computer slowly brought up the page, Karzahni thought of his hated enemy. During their skirmish on Marhi Nui, Teridax had beaten him. He hadn't actually bested him in battle. The cowardly Makuta had used his power to shred his mind. But that hadn't stopped Karzahni. After a brief time in the captivity of The Order Of Mata Nui, his mind reassembled itself. He escaped and faked his own death. But he had become depressed. This was not because he had been defeated, but because he now knew that he could be defeated. Out of spite he began a demented crusade; hunting down and capturing rouges and villains that were either loose or imprisoned. The only reason the Order of Mata Nui hadn't stopped him was because he was actually doing them a favor. He spirited the wretched beings away to his homeland and attempted to torture information out of them. But not even this had given him happiness. Until this very moment he had remained in his fortress; unaware of the world around him. But with this news that Wyrm had found, perhaps he could alter his unhappy existence. All of his life he had been told that your destiny couldn't be changed. But he would soon prove that wrong."Here it is," said Wyrm. Karzahni looked at the page. It was a list of stories written by someone called "Galigee". He opened the first document and began to read. As he scanned the pages, a strange sense of victory came over him. A devilish spark returned to his eyes; one could sense the malice and wickedness that was being generated in his twisted mind. A nefarious plan was taking shape in his head. He would extract the most painful kind of revenge upon his hated enemy. His malformed mouth spread out in a hideous grin. After spending several hours reading the documents, he stood up. He laughed. It was a blood-chilling sound that made Wyrm shudder. Karzahni looked down at the slightly disturbed Matoran."I'm off to collect my due," he said with a horrifying chuckle. He snapped his fingers. His gargantuan form evaporated in dark, heavy smoke.http://www.bzpower.c...084#entry147059
