I do not own any of the Xiaolin Showdown characters; they all belong to Christy Hui. Any OC's are mine, so have a happy read
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A bright scarlet moon hung heavily in the ebony sky, drowning out the starlight and plunging the world in its bloody embrace. In the distance, two horn like peeks were silhouetted by the pregnant moon, rising from the dark depths of the earth like some great demon amidst a sea of shadows. Unseen by the heavens and only whispered by the crows lay a large temple within the stone belly of the mountain.
A warm June breeze gently swayed the branches of a nearby cherry tree, the crimson petals fluttering upon the summer wind like red tears. A few lone petals landed upon a leather clad shoulder, which barely hid the shiver of fear as the pale youth looked up at the ancient shrine.
Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius stared up at the ruin sanctuary as he fought the urge to run or scream, maybe do both, but the young goth forced himself to remain where he stood. Showing the recently embodied witch that he wasn't frighten of the abandon temple of Di Yu (underworld or hell).
"Jack!" Wuya growled impatiently while her bare foot tapped out annoyed rhythm. "Are you going to stand there all night gawking at it--" suddenly her anger turned into humor "--or does the sheer size of it remind you of Chase Young's cock."
The Heylin witch laughed at Jack's flustered expression as his snow white skin was stained a dark crimson.
"I've never-- you're a sick twist woman." Shouted Jack, his face growing redder with embarrassment.
Wuya merely tossed back her head and cackled darkly. "My, my virgins are so touchy."
Jack went from embarrass to angry and spat out the first thing that came to his mind.
"You powerless old bitch! You wouldn't be here if it weren't for me!"
Like light the immortal witch grabbed the startled goth by the neck, her sharp nails digging into the soft flesh of the teen's throat.
"Don't act cocky with me boy!" Snarled Wuya. "I've ripped men's balls off for less!" She smiled wickedly at the shocked, yet slightly ill look on Spicer's face before dropping him and entered the building.
Jack waited a few heart beats before pulling himself up. Coughing slightly to clear his abused throat, gently rubbing his rapidly bruising neck. The young genius followed a short time later, entering the stone building with his beaten pride in one hand and a flashlight in the a other.
The only witnesses to the goth's descent into hell were the ravens and crows watching with doll like eyes as the threshold of shadows consumed the boy into its greedy depths.
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The Foo Lions lay broken at their post, their snarling faces crumbled away with time leaving a gaping hole in the curly stone manes. Jack touched the paw-less statue closest to him and then looked up to its pillar where its left claw still clung to a large golden spire.
Keiloon his mother called them, guard the threshold of homes and temples. But something wasn't right, instead of facing outward to ward off evil these guardians were facing inward.
"Spicer! Am I to walk the rest of the way in the dark." bellowed the Heylin witch.
"Alright, alright I'm coming stop your nagging." Jack let his hand drag lightly over the lion head as he moved away from it hoping to carry some of the guardian beast's braveness with him.
Some hours later,
"Wwwuuuyyyyaaaaaa," whined Jack as he dragged his feet.
"Whine one more time Spicer and I'll rip out your tongue."
All was silent until the next chamber proved fruitful.
The room was huge craved deeply into the mountain's womb. Jack, some Jack-bots, and Wuya wandered the chamber searching for what Wuya called the Stone of Yue. Spicer moved his flashlight along the walls, but time made the story it told unreadable.
"Wuya, this one is another…" the goth's words died upon his lips as he rounded a large pillar.
"What Spicer." groaned the witch as she followed Jack around the wooden post and stilled. Wuya pushed past Jack and draped herself over a large stone coffin, which was bound in tarnish sliver.
Soon the Stone of Yue will be mine. And I'll be rid of Young and the bean for good.
For once one of Spicer's robots was useful for something other than being blown up by the Xiaolin Monks as it lifted the heavy stone lid breaking the chain-links as it went, letting the slab crash to the floor. Within the granite tomb laid a sliver coffin, which was lifted out.
Wuya pushed the bot aside once it placed the casket down and pried it open to reveal the mummified remains of some sort of priest, which bore a broken staff-head in its chest.
"Well, a least we know what killed the guy." said Jack sarcastically.
"Shut up Spicer, I'm trying to look for it."
Wuya scanned the mummy until a glint of gold caught her eye. She reached in hearing Jack make gagging sounds behind her, her long fingers wrapping about the gold chain a few inches above the stone and pulled and pulled, but the chain wouldn't break.
The witch looked again at the body and noticed that the chain was wrapped tightly around the staff-head. Wuya tried snapping the stone from the chain instead, but it didn't work so in a fit of anger grabbed the ring of the staff and pulled it out of the mummy's chest.
The black stone was no bigger than an egg surrounded by a crown of gold.
Wuya smiled at her prize and held it closer to the light of the flashlight, which began to shake.
Jack was frozen with fear his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he watched the mummy slowly begin to raise. Its eyeless sockets were staring straight at him as the creature reached out and grabbed the Heylin witch by the hair and arched her back, before she could scream the thing sank its fangs into her bared throat.
The youth didn't know how he did it, but he ran from that chamber in a blur of black and red. Jack didn't make it very far though when the mummy a little more juicer then before suddenly appeared in front of him. Spicer tried to stop, but the rubble beneath his boots only sped him up.
The creature reached out stopping the goth by the throat and bringing him close to its face.
Sweat poured down the boy's face as he tried to scream, but the thing stopped him before he could, placing its leathery-boney hand over his mouth. The mummies newly formed eyes rolled wetly in its sockets as it released Jack's neck to rise its finger to its bloody mouth as if saying "don't scream." Jack was too piss ass scared to even try as it slowly removed its fingers from his lips and curled spider like about his lower-jaw, turning and angling his head to the side.
Spicer squeezed his eyes shut and hope there was no pain when the thing sank its teeth into him, but the teenager merely felt a slight pinch followed by such ecstasy it brought tears to the goth's eyes.
Jack gasped and arched his back as his body was flooded with pleasure, his trembling hands found their way into the vampire's hair where a moment ago there was none.
"More." begged Jack as he unconsciously thrust his hips up earning a groan from the creature.
The youth groaned in protest when the vampire pulled away, but stilled when warm lips brushed his ear.
"Mian. (sleep)"
And so he did, falling into a dark dreamless sleep.
A.N. So what u think don't worry Chase will show soon