Disclaimer: I only own Razz (Raza) shown in first-person. Bionicle belongs to Lego and the lyrics belong to their respective writers.

Artist: Shinedown

Song: Bully

I just didn't understand. Every morning after the double Suns rose to bath and warm the land in yellow light, Mother would lead me to a strange building where several other Matoran kids gathered to sit and stare at an elder talking about things ranging from the bright lights, that Mom called stars, in the sky to learning symbols that were apart of the alphabet. Before she would leave me, Mom also bent down for a hung and a kiss. At first I thought it was some kind of game Mom had come up with and would try to hold on for as long as I could. But she would gently pry me hands open with hers larger ones and would always say, "Raza, be good for Mommy now and no matter what happens today know that you are special to me. " This time was different.

It's 8a.m. this hell I'm in

Seems I've crossed the line again

For being nothing more then who I am

So break my bones

And throw your stones

We all know that life ain't fair

But there's more of us

We're every where

I didn't understand those words but her voice was soft so I didn't mind. Once Mom had left, I tried looking around for something to do. A group of older Matoran stood near the wooden door that led into the one room school house. I wouldn't have minded them to much if one of them hadn't looked at me in a way that seemed the opposite of Mom's soft smile. Mom and Dad always had nice faces except when Dad was tired, but even then it wasn't hard. It was almost like the Matoran boy didn't like me. Not sure what else to do, I just stared them as the whole group turned towards me and started walking closer. Feeling uneasy, but not sure why, I gripped the small box that held the launch Mom had given to me. "Hey, rahi-brain." The box flew from my hands as the lead boy abruptly stopped in front of me and pushed me backwards.

We don't have to take this back against the wall

We don't have to take this, we can end it all

All you'll ever be is the fading memory of a bully

Make another joke while they hang another rope

So lonely

Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt

Can you hear me

No one's gonna cry on the very day you die

You're a bully

I landed hard, my back to the ground. Not understanding why, water started to collect in my eyes as I noticed them gather around me. "Here, he didn't mean push too hard." One of them said offering his hand to me. I tried to keep myself from crying as I gingerly reached for the offered hand, while wishing that Mom was here so I could run into her arms. I was jerked out of my wishing as I was yanked to unsteady feet by my hand. As my hand was let go, I fell forward onto my mask as voices behind me started to laugh. My eyes started raining as I stared into a puddle of water that had barely missed my face. Staring back up at me through the clear water was a little, silver Matoran mask. Behind the mask, different colored eyes stared, one as blue as the sea while the other was a as grey as smoke.

Think it through, you can't undo

Whenever I see black and blue I feel the past

I share the bruise

With everyone who's come and gone

My head is clear, my voice is strong

Now I'm right here to right the wrong

We don't have to take this back against the wall

We don't have to take this, we can end it all

The tears ran freely now as the voices above called unceasingly to me with names and words I didn't understand. Where was Mom? 'Mommy, come and make them stop!' But nothing happened, and pretty soon only one of them would speak while the others would wait and laugh. "Sorry, bird-eyes. Mommy isn't here because she doesn't want to help you." Mocked one of them, kneeling in front of my tear streaked mask. Laughing he stood back up and followed the rest of the group back to the school, laughing the whole way. My tears remained but instead of hurt, they were replaced with something I had never felt before. Tears of anger and hate flowed through me as my hands curled into fists as I pushed myself to my knees. A dark voice laughed.

All you'll ever be is the fading memory of a bully

Make another joke while they hang another rope

So lonely

Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt

Can you hear me

No one's gonna cry on the very day you die

You're a bully

I shakily got to my feet, hate radiating off me as stared through blurry eyes at the one across the patch of ground. The grass underfoot could have burned up, and the world around could have exploded and I wouldn't have noticed. For a new voice was talking to me, a voice as cold as the winters chill and as dark as an act of murder. But the voice offered me something I wanted, a way to make the other boy pay. The voice promised justice if I go to the boy and snuff the life out of him. "You're parents will be proud of you." it told me as I blindly started forward, letting the voice guide me. "You're not weak like that one, you are strong. Now make that one know fear before the end."

It's 8 a.m. the hell I'm in

Your voice is strong, now right the wrong

All you'll ever be is the fading memory of a bully

Make another joke while they hang another rope

So lonely

Push them to the dirt till the words don't hurt

Can you hear me

No one's gonna cry on the very day you die

You're a bully

Strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me close as a familiar voice said, "Raza? Are you okay?" The voice in my head went quiet, and my body went limp in my mother's arms. Another voice spoke up close to me, "I'm sorry ma'am. I hurried to you when I saw what was happening to him." As the world around me started to go dark I was picked up without hearing my mother's reply. The last thing I saw as I was carried away was the back of a young Matoran boy, who would never realize just how close his life was to being snatched away on that bright, clear day as a core-chilling breeze blew through the grounds where the Matoran played.

We don't have to take this back against the wall

We don't have to take this, we can end it all


This one gives a brief look into one of my Matoran MoC's history. As well as tells about a "occupation" that I do not like at all. If you know anyone who has to deal with this, please do that person a favor and stand up to put it to an end.

~Shatter Dave~