Well guys...decided to post a new story... maybe it'll motivate me to write on it more lol :) Hope you enjoy~

Xiaolin Showdown and its characters belong to Christy Hui, and Warner Brothers

Everyone else belongs to me. :3

"And if there's any road block, or lava flow, or demon, or stranger, or monster, or problems, or trees bursting into flames randomly, or the new police, or-"

"Aunt Lucy." A young teenage girl interrupted staring at her with an eyebrow raised. "You've told me this a million times. If anything happens, I promise, I'll come home. Okay?" the girl sighed, blinking at the elder woman with bright green eyes, her shoulders slack in Lucy's tight bony grip.

"Okay, but Corinthia… I love you. I just don't want to lose you to anything or anyone- not to mention those damned robots flitting about."

Corinthia smiled at her fretting aunt. The elder had been going on with the 'or's' for the last 15 minutes, Corinthia had no idea there was so many problems she could think of, and she never repeated one of them!

"Lucy, baby… she needs to go to the store." Her uncle said from the living room after a moment of awkward silence, where she continued to grip Corinthia's shoulders tightly. "She can't go if you don't let go of her, sweetheart." He continued, trying to peer over the back of his chair at the two women in the kitchen. Corinthia was trying her hardest not to roll her eyes at her worrisome aunt, and instead clenched her jaw.

The only reason her aunt was fretting so much was because she was "only 19", her uncle had broken his leg, and then of course…

The world has ended!

"Be back soon." Corinthia assured, grabbing the money passed over by her uncle, and walking out the door after prying herself away from her aunt's tight grasp.

"Don't get hu-" She quickly shut the door, and sprinted down the steps, wincing as she felt the dry grass crackle under her tennis-shoes.

The world has ended. Fallen into eternal darkness. For two weeks the world has been ravaged with dark blood red, and pitch black clouds, causing the sun to shine no more, and the rain to feel like acid. The land was dry and cracked looking more deserted than the desert (No pun intended), and that's saying something. Dead, ashen grey trees littered the rural town and plants would randomly burst into flames caused by the large lava filled cracks that were spread out across the land. Even the air felt dead; it was putrid, and felt dry, burning her nostrils. Demons and lowly ilk of that sort prowled the surface looking for unsuspecting victims to bring to their Master for who knows what reasons.

Oh, speaking of which…The Master. Not much is known about this man, nor has she paid any attention to what has been said, all she cares about is her wonderful, once colorful world was dark, and bleak. Dead.

Now you may think, 'Why in the world is this girl walking out into this world she just described, and going to get groceries!?' simply because it's needed. Her uncle would have, but his leg is broken, and she hasn't been outside since this all began.

She paused, her thoughts coming to a halt as she gazed at the large crack that seemed to be more of a mini cliff in the road from where one side had risen about 5 feet higher than the other. She kneeled down, and leaned forward, landing lightly on the balls her feet with a small 'thump'. She started forward once more, and after close to 15 minutes of jumping, climbing small cliffs, avoiding flaming trees, and going around large lava pits, she finally found herself at the gas station that was originally only five minutes away.

"Hey Bob." Corinthia greeted smirking at the gas station manager who looked up to her with dull eyes, which brightened at the sight of the smiling young woman.

"Corinthia? Is that really you Cori?" he whispered grinning in a way that it looked as if it almost hurt him, like he hadn't smiled in a long time. "I hadn't seen you in foreva child!"

"Well the world has ended." She countered, smiling slightly, and walking forward. His grin seemed to falter, but he nodded in agreement. Bob, and Corinthia had known each other since she was 11, and when they had first met, they immediately clicked. He was the guy she'd go to when she was getting in trouble, and didn't know where to go, or just to hang out, and earn some money by working the counter. He was actually the guy who taught the femme how to work the register, do stock, get people to buy things they didn't even need to buy, and so on; so with that knowledge at an early age, she got a job pretty easily. Well…had one. Until the world ended 2 weeks ago, of course, then they were forced to close.

"True…" he muttered, pushing one of his long dreadlocks back, before bursting into a grin again. "So what brings you out of your home? You should be inside, it's much safer." He scolded with his large green-grey eyes.

"Uncle broke his leg, aunt in hysterics; I needed air, and took the opportunity. I'm safe, no need to worry… So here's the list, rack it up, and I'll grab the stuff." she said casually passing him the list, and flashing a quick grin at the now eye-rolling cashier.

He and Corinthia talked casually, as she grabbed the multitude of items and set them on the counter, relaxing at the fact that she was free from her stuffy home, savoring the time. Yet she knew that she would have to go back home eventually. Not something she looked forward to too much, but she was going to make it last while she could.

VROOM! VROOM! VROOOOOOOM!

Bob blanched, his eyes snapping past her to the doors where the loud engine roars echoed from, sending chills up the young femme's spine.

"Hide." He blurted, causing her to sternly shake her head. He narrowed his eyes slightly before reaching under the counter. He must've hit something because not a moment later row after row sank into the ground and replaced itself with new rows full of beef jerky, and other random items, including "biker" stuff.

Corinthia pointed to the rows, mouth open, eye's wide. "Ur…that's new. So…How in the world did-"

"Don't ask hun." He said softly, a hint of a smile appearing on his worried features. "All I'm asking, since you refuse to hide, is to stay quiet, don't move, stay near me, and away from these… guys…"

"Ok…" She said slowly, leaning on the counter, looking at the racks questioningly, almost ignoring what he said. The engine's roar seemed to grow louder, the roar of it shaking the ground, and suddenly it all fell silent, dirt and smoke pouring in from the dirt kicked up at the men on motorcycles that had revved in. With a small gasp her mind immediately rephrased her initial thoughts. These weren't men, not at all.

They were like little red typical demons, about knee height with bright mischievous eyes, and wicked grins with rows of sharp teeth. Yet one stuck out like a sore thumb. A large boar-like beast with sickly yellow eyes, and a large snout stomped in, his eyes scanning the room. He had a large broad chest, thin waist, and largely muscled arms that flexed with every movement. He would have looked like an extremely buff red-skinned human had it not been for the snout shoving out of where a human mouth and nose should be.

He let out a large snort, saying in a rough gargled voice, "Heh-heh. Here we go. This is much better than last time." Corinthia slowly turned her eyes to Bob's blank face. The Jamaican was clearly shaking but for the most part looked static.

The boar-beast grabbed a leather belt with large hands that looked like they could crush bones, and wrapped it around his waist, a dark look on his face.

He let out a series of grunts, and scoffs to the little demons that made higher-pitched shrill sounds in reply. The little demons practically ransacked the place, grabbing anything that they could reach, their excited shrieks molding into each other's making an almost deafening wave of sound. Suddenly one of them stopped in front of her, his eyes growing wide.

It cocked its head, and suddenly jumped wrapping its arms as much as he could around her waist causing her to shriek in surprise and slam her palm sharply against his forehead. It yelped and crashed to the ground as Bob helped Corinthia scramble over the counter. Cries filled the room as they looked to their fallen demon, ignoring her as she fell onto her back to the linoleum floor.

The fallen demon trilled angrily, and looked to the boar whose head snapped to Bob.

"Give me the girl." The boar-beast said in his rough gargled voice, hand outstretched.

"N-No!" Bob said sternly, though his voice wavered. She looked up at him from her place on the floor, and smiled weakly in gratitude for standing up for her as she slumped weakly against the counter's wall. The boar-man stepped forward.

"I said. Give me the girl. Now."

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