Me: Hiya it's OddSakura!
Clay: We already know who you are partner!
Me: Yes, but they don't!
Rai: Who's they?
I point to audience, who smile nervously and wait for me to be done with the wierd authors note.
Dojo: Oh, them. How come we didn't notice them before?
Me: Because you were too busy watching Omi run around clucking in a chicken suit because SOMEONE *Looks pointedly at Rai, who whistles innocently* told him it would make him master of all the elements!
Omi: I will soon CLUCK be the strongest CLUCK, most powerful and greatest CLUCK warrior in existence! CLUCK!
Rai: YOU LEFT OUT MODEST! AGAIN!
Kimiko: Hang on, I'll sort him out! *Goes over to Raimundo and starts to throw fireballs at him*
Rai: Hey! It was-OW- just a-OW- joke! OWWWWW!
Clay: I'll do the disclaimer then, what do ya say partner!
Me: Go ahead!
Clay: YEEHAA! OddSakura does not own any of the Xiaolin Showdown characters, she only owns her OCs! Also is her first Xiaolin Showdown fanfic, so no flames. Or ya'll have Rai and Kim to deal with...
Me: TO THE STORY!
Prologue
Three red-haired girls sat in a bedroom, two crying silently. The eldest of the three, Sylvia, tried to comfort her sisters.
"Its okay guys, at least he's done for tonight."
Sylvia's twin sister Anya, younger by ten minutes, stopped her crying and looked up at her twin.
"You know he's going to come back tomorrow." She paused. "I hate him."
The youngest sister, only twelve, was still crying, but she spoke all the same.
"I hate him too. He's never been the same since mother disappeared, and now, he's always going on about that Shen Gung Wu, and all these mortal enemies he apparently has. But what did we do to have our father want to cause us so much pain?" Amber started sobbing.
Anya's grey eyes flashed with anger.
"I don't know why that panda faced freak hates us, but I've had enough."
Her two siblings stared at her.
"What do you mean?" Sylvia asked cautiously.
"I mean exactly that Sylvie, I've had enough. I refuse to be hit and slapped around by that man any more!"
Amber smiled at the fourteen year old girl's determination, but she was sure that they were empty words. "Well said, but what can we do about it?"
"We'll run away."
Their sister's answer was so straight forward and so simple that Sylvia and Amber just gazed at their sister. It was so easy, why hadn't they thought of it before? Were they too overcome with fear that they had never thought clearly about how to stop it? Sylvia's whisper broke the stunned silence.
"When?"
Anya stood with a concentrated look on her face, obviously thinking it over properly.
"Tomorrow night, when he's out, and we'll nick some of his scrolls as a bit of payback. It'll give us enough time to prepare."
SLAP!
The sound of her father's hand coming into contact with Sylvia's cheek echoed around the room. It was the following evening, and he had come home in a bad mood. The other two girls cringed at the sound, but a look from Sylvia stopped them from interfering. It would only be worse if they did.
Their father sent them to bed, and the girls walked out as quickly as they could without running. Once they were safely in their room, and they heard the front door slam as the terrible man went out again, they set to work gathering everything they would need for the journey ahead.
They worked in silence, too caught up in their thoughts and their doubts, until Amber broke the silence.
"I'm scared."
Her older siblings glanced at each other before setting down the two pairs of trainers they were holding and led their little sister over to the bed.
"We know, but it'll be worth it to get away from him." Anya reassured her.
"I miss Mum."
Anya didn't know what to say to that, and looked to Sylvia for help. The eldest wrapped her arms around Amber whispering softly.
"It's okay, we do too, and maybe we'll find her one day, but we won't if we just sit around here. Anya's right, we've got to go."
The small girl hesitated, then looked up at Sylvia and nodded.
"Thanks Sylvie."
"Hey, I helped too!"
Amber smiled. "You too Anya."
They finished packing in peace. As they did they stared around the room that was made up of so many memories. It used to be filled with fine furniture, three comfortable beds, a large oak desk and a fur rug. But that was all taken out when their mother disappeared, and the room was dusty, they were forced to share one bed with a small lumpy mattress and the light bulbs had blown, their father refusing to change them. The happy memories of their mother were replaced by the terror and hatred they felt towards their father.
An hour later the three young children were creeping towards the door to their room, desperately hoping their father was still out.
No such luck.
Sylvia was barely a metre away from the handle when the door burst open to reveal their father. The girls had always thought of the fact that they looked nothing like their father as a blessing, and it was easy to see why. The black rings around his eyes and his hairstyle made him resemble a large panda, and the girls thanked the heavens every night that they looked exactly like their beautiful mother.
Without a word he grabbed his protesting children by the scuffs of their necks, too deep in thought to even acknowledge the backpacks that fell to the floor and half carried, half dragged them down the stairs, outside and into his car. The girls were now silent, fear paralyzing them. The bruised children sat frozen in the back seat of the car, and the terrible man driving the vehicle didn't say word.
Amber was shaking with silent sobs, her sisters trying to calm her, even though they were terrified themselves. All of them were crying, tears running down their pale faces.
About ten minutes later they stopped outside a large building on an abandoned side of town. The father hauled them out of the car, and pushed them toward the entrance to the building. By now Anya had gotten her voice back.
"Dad? Where are you taking us?"
Her only answer was a slap to the face. He pushed the frightened sisters through the entrance and into a dark hallway. From there he turned towards a flight of steps and they continued downwards. At the bottom of the stair was a large metal door with a machine on the side that the girls had seen in many movies. The man holding them pressed his finger to the machine and the door slid open.
The girls were pushed into a vast room with a huge machine dominating the centre. The grey walls were tinged with a faint yellow light coming of the machine and the sounds of their footsteps echoed loudly on the metal floor. The machine itself looked like a giant capsule, as high as the ceiling, and a platform was beside it, holding up an aging man.
"Have you brought them?"
The man's voice sliced through the silence. His voice was hoarse, as if he had been screaming for many hours on end, and it had a menacing aura to it.
"Yes." Their father answered simply.
"Good, put them in the chamber."
The three siblings were dragged toward the machine and were practically thrown inside a small opening. If they had not been so paralyzed, they would have tried to break free, but they were too overcome with horror to do anything but watch as the opening closed behind them and their father went to stand with the old man on the platform and the two started to talk in quiet voices. Amber was nearest to them and strained to catch a few words of their muffled conversation. She only heard a small part of a sentence, words that struck terror into her very soul.
"Test subjects…absorb Shen Gung Wu….project."
Amber gasped. They were being used as guinea pigs? She felt the tears slowly drip down her face as she tried not to think about what was going to happen to her and her sisters.
By now the men had stopped whispering and had both put on large safety goggles. Anya, Amber and Sylvia watched as the older man pulled a large lever with a malicious smile upon his face.
Anya screamed.
A golden glow surrounded the three and they were lifted as if by an invisible force, hovering inside their tube like prison. Scorching pain racked their bodies, setting their very insides on fire. It felt as if thousand of daggers were stabbing them as they fell down into a burning volcano. Spots appeared in front of her eyes, and Sylvia wondered whether they were actually going to survive. Whether, after enduring the pain their father had dealt them for so long, their luck that had kept them alive all this time, was up…
They were all screaming now as a bright flash of light blinded the sisters, igniting the grey walls with a vibrant yellow light and over their own cries of pain they heard worried shouts.
"The machine is malfunctioning, we've got to stop!"
"No, we're almost there!"
"Sir, if we ourselves don't get out right now, we might not make it!"
"Why do you insist on disobeying me Odin? We have to-"
A deafening explosion pierced the atmosphere.
Mingled yells and screams-
A feeling of flying through the air-
Flames and smoke-
Hands clutching–
"ANYA!"
Anya briefly felt herself fall to the ground with a thud before blackness sunk in.
What felt like just a second later Anya barely had time to open her eyes before she was pulled into a tight hug. Her senses were groggy and it was a few seconds before she realized that Sylvia and Amber were hugging her fiercely. Tears mixed with the black soot that covered their faced as they embraced their sister.
"What happened?" Anya asked weakly. She took a careful look at their surroundings and was shocked by what she saw.
The machine was reduced to a small pile of metal and flames ate at the few remaining pieces. Smoke filled the air and the force of the explosion had destroyed almost everything in the room. A little way away from the three girls were the unconscious bodies of their father and the man named Odin, their chests slowly rising and falling as they breathed.
Sylvia watched as her twin looked around the room. Amber gave a slight cough. She knew that they had to get out of here before they breathed in too much smoke.
"Anya." Her sister turned to look at her. "We've got to go. Are you hurt?"
"I was lucky, I'm okay."
"We were too, but we won't be for much longer if we stay in the smoke."
Anya nodded, and then looked toward the men's forms. They were starting to stir now. "What about them?"
Amber was the one to speak up first this time.
"Leave them." She didn't look surprised at the other two's shocked looks. "They're already starting to wake up, and they'll get out themselves. To them it'll look as if we were killed by the explosion, then they wont come looking for us."
Her elder sisters couldn't find fault with the youngest one's logic, so, with one last look at the devastated room, they ran out.
Me: What do ya guys think?
Rai: I know what I think. Those burn marks are going to stay on my but forever!
Kimiko: It was for your own good!
Omi: I have decended into the garbage!
Clay: I think you mean down in the dumps there little fella.
Omi: That too.
Me: Omi, I feel for you here... BUT WHAT ABOUT MY STORY!
Rai: Its okay.
Me: You want to add anything to that?
Rai: Yeah! Why weren't we in this chapter! Its a Xiaolin Showdown story! Shouldn't we be in it!
Kimiko: Oh shut up Rai, I'm sure that we'll be in the next chapter if you SHUT UP!
Me: *sigh* There they go again.
Omi: I still feel most humilliated.
Me: Okay guys, please review!
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