Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown, or its characters or Shen-gong-wu. I am merely borrowing them for my own personal amusement. (Does the evil laugh)
'Heaven bent to take my hand,
And lead me through the fire…'Fallen, Sarah McLachlan.
Warning: If you are offended by either of the following: Rape, Slash or Beasties, then please leave. Do not even BOTHER to read this story. Because it will contain all. (However, not graphically. Just hints) And do not flame me about it. Yes, I am quite sane. No, I am not sick. I am quite fine, thank you very much.
So I have warned you. If you do read, either review nicely, or not at all.We don't know how we got here. All we know is that we ARE here.
All that we remember was that Dojo had sensed another Shen-gong-wu, but to all of our surprises, who was there to claim the Shen-gong-wu? None other than Chase.
We all thought we could take him. I mean, we did it before, didn't we?
But, as it turns out, we were wrong. Very, very wrong.
Turns out that Chase had just planted the Shen-gong-wu there, knowing Dojo would sense it. Then, when we did come, he sprang his trap. It all happened so fast. Just a blur.
None of us remember much. What we do remember is pain. Great pain before darkness. Now, as we wake up, we are sore. But that is not all our problems.
We are lying in separate dungeons. Much like the ones Wuya had trapped us in when Rai had turned all evil on us.
But Omi's not with us. He's gone.
And that is what troubles us.
Chase always did have a weird fascination with Omi. Not just the usual fascination. But the more, lustful, evil kind of fascination.
And Omi, being the happy, go-lucky, trusty person he is, is totally clueless to it.
All of us are afraid.
Not afraid of what Chase will do to us. But to what he could and maybe will do to Omi.
That was the prologue. More to come soon. Now, read the warning again and either review appropriately or not at all. (Does the evil laugh yet again.) Besides, flames will only be used to fry my dinner.