This is a rewrite of Muderer, you may read the original if you so please. But I do not recommend it as a monkey with a typewriter could have done a better job. But I hope you enjoy this much more then you would that.
A soft mocking grin played across the lips of a man watching Raimundo Pedrosa as he ran across the temple courtyard. The man himself did not make to move for the moment, his eyes never shifting away from the Dragon in Training.
"Soccer, how typical." He muttered softly to himself as the mocking grin fell from his face as though it had not existed.
"Alone, though, seems unusual… But it will make things that much easier." He thought with a self satisfied smirk as Raimundo kicked the ball. He tensed slightly as he saw the monk run towards the tree, his movements and breathing seeming as though they were nonexistent. Unmoving he watched as the monk knelt down and picked up the soccer ball before lifting it up into his hands. Turning away from the tree Raimundo sighed softly, wishing his friend had been there to play with him.
The cloaked man smiled wickedly and jumped down from the tree, landing with only the slightest of thumps. Up around his shoes up rose a small amount of dust, twisting and whirling within the air all around his feet. Around him his cloak settled, pressing down against the form of his body. Within his hand a small silver dagger flashed before he drew his hand down and back into the cloak.
Raimundo grinned as he picked up the white soccer ball with a laugh, quite obviously unconcerned about who it might be.
"So, you guys decided to play after all? I knew you couldn't stay away" He said as he turned to face who he thought was Clay, or perhaps even Omi. Instead he was met with a hooded stranger who stood stock with a slight mocking grin upon his face. A gasp escaped from Raimundo's lips and he straightened in order to assume of a fighting stance. Down he went, one hand up in front of him and the other to his side. This man he didn't know, was he friend or foe?
The man grinned feverishly as the mocking edge seemed to fall from him even while he pressed the dagger against his own thigh. This fight had to be ended quickly, lest Raimundo was to make to alert the other monks to his presence. He bowed his head suddenly, only slightly, just enough to show some amount of respect.
"I am afraid that I am not here to play, Raimundo Pedrosa." The man spoke out, his voice rich and cool as he looked on the brown haired monk. Out from under his cloak his hand slipped out, the bright silver flash of the dagger catching Raimundo's attention.
Rai's eyes widened and he tensed as he glanced from side to side to search for one of his friends. It was quickly becoming apparent to him that this mans intentions were far less then honorable. He took one deep breath into himself and relaxed into his fighting stance, ready to call out for Omi, Clay or Kimiko at a moments notice so that they would assist him. He was an Xiaolin monk and he would not lose to this stranger if he could help it.
"Well, then what are you here for? If it's Sheng Gong Wu then forget it. We're not about to just let someone waltz in and take their pick." Raimundo declared, puffing himself up slightly as he looked upon the man. It was the truth, though things were always far more complicated then the good verses the evil.
A long moment passed as the man broke into a smile once more, his head tilting up towards the cloud riddled sky that stood above them. In and out of himself he brought a great breath and felt of it fill his lungs before he released of it. As it ended he closed his eyes, allowing a great laugh to tumble from his lips before he once more looked to the Xiaolin monk.
"Oh no. I have no use for the Sheng Gong Wu. My only intention in to rid the world of you monks." He spoke out as he suddenly shifted downward, his arms flashing up besides his head. Out in front of him his right knee moved, bending down slightly so that he could make to leap up from the ground and strike at Raimundo as quickly as he could. Up from the ground he leapt, twisting within the air into a summersault and making to thrust the knife when Raimundo had been before.
Raimundo dodged back, his body jerking away from the man as he moved away from him. He stumbled slightly, surprised by how quickly it was that the man was able to move. It reminded him of someone, though he couldn't quite place of who it was or when he had last battled against him.
Around within a circle the man moved, the blade flashing he drove it downwards towards the monk's throat. The speed with which it moved was nearly too quick for the Dragon of the wind and he nearly was not able to dodge, but dodge he did as the man finished of his strike forward.
Upon Raimundo's head a bead of sweat formed, a shudder hitting over his body as he realized that he was within trouble. For him it might be better to call the other monks now so that they could drive this man away from the temple and find out who he was later. His ego could stand of a slight bruise, but his life simply could not.
"Omi, Kimiko, Clay!" He shouted out, his voice being drowned out from existence as a crash of thunder suddenly shook the temple. His eyes widened, a great breath being sucked in so that he could once more attempt to call out for his friends.
Suddenly back the mans arm sifted, the hilt of the dagger held between his thumb and forefinger. For less than a split second he paused before moving his arm forward and releasing of the dagger. Through the air it flew, catching the reflection of Raimundo's terror within itself even as it turned within a circle through all of the air. Into his throat it passed, a small spray of bright red falling from his throat even as he fell to the ground in shock.
The stranger leaned over Raimundo as he gently pulled back the hood of his own cloak whilst grinning the joyful grin of a mad, mad man. A burbling gasp escaped from the monk's throat as he realized just who this foe really was. Even so he could not find of why it was that the man had done as he had, or why he looked so strange now rather then how he had before. A last whispering breath slipped from his lips before Raimundo vanished into the gathering darkness that had obscured his vision.
The stranger knelt and drew his hand over the monk's face, slowly closing the now blank eyes. He stood and drew his blood-spattered hood back over his angled face, breathing into and out of the sweet scented air. A wisp of hair escaped from behind his ear and he tucked it back with a long deep sigh. Lightning once more flashed off in the distance as he turned to face the temple. It was going to rain soon and the job was going to have to be finished long before it did.