I don't really watch Xiaolin Showdown anymore but I have been watching them all again just to reminisce and that made me want to write again, for old time's sake, so I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown or any of the characters taken from the show
Summary: Innocent people are being murdered because of something the Xiaolin Warriors have done, but they don't know why. Can they find out who is committing the murders and why before the monks become the next victim?
Blood Red
Chapter 1
The Beginning
My work completed, I wiped my gloved hands on the hem of my tattered shirt and looked around at the destruction, a small smile playing across my lips. The Xiaolin Monks couldn't ignore this and neither could anyone else. They'd get the blame. They should do, after all, it is their fault. We'll see how the mighty Xiaolin Warriors do knowing they're more hated than the infamous Chase Young.
"And they won't even know who did it," I said to myself and my small smile stretched to a grin. They probably don't even know me. That annoys me, but I suppose it does mean it'll be harder for them to work out who's getting them in trouble. It'll give me more time. With one last glance around the wreckage, my grin still in place, I left the house and made my escape before the police showed up.
"Star Hinarbi!" Kimiko cried. She threw the Star like a frisbee at Omi, fire spitting from its points. It circled around the small monk, trapping him in a flaming ring. Omi sprang into the air.
"Orb of Tornami!" he called. Water poured from the small orb, dousing the flames, then snaked towards the Dragon of fire in a river-like form. It raised up, now more like a snake than a river and smashed into her like a tidal wave. Kimiko was sent flying backwards, where she hit the temple grounds' high wall and slid to the ground, dripping.
"Nice one Omi," she sighed.
"Kimiko, you must learn, water will always beat fire, so you can never beat me," Omi said smartly. "That is why I am more powerful than you. That and the fact that you're a girl."
"Haven't I already proved that just because I'm a girl it doesn't mean I'm not as strong as you?" Kimiko snapped.
"Yeah, you proved that when you lost the last Showdown to Spicer," Raimundo said strolling over. Kimiko glared at him and she got to her feet and swept her soaking fringe from her blue eyes.
"Young Monks," Master Fung said as he approached Kimiko, Raimundo and Omi, Dojo curled around his shoulders and Clay following behind. "You are wanted at the local police station."
"Why's that?" Raimundo asked, running his hand through his hair.
"There has been a murder. The authorities believe it has something to do with you," Master Fung replied.
"We haven't killed anyone!" Kimiko exclaimed.
"I know that," Master Fung said calmly. "But you must go and answer their questions."
"Can I at least get dried first?" Kimiko asked.
After Kimiko and dried her hair and changed her clothes, the four warriors were astride Dojo, heading for the police station.
"What do you think's happened?" Clay asked.
"Beats me," Raimundo shrugged. Dojo descended from the sky and landed in the car park, attracting frightened glances.
"We really should start landing where we're not going to attract attention," Raimundo said.
They were greeted at the entrance by an officer named Officer Claiborne. He led them into the building and down a well lit corridor into a small, square room lit by harsh white lights. There was nothing in this room except a small table and several chairs. A woman was already seated at the table.
"I'm Officer Roberts," she said in a strict, no-nonsense voice. She indicated the chairs and the warriors sat down. Officer Claiborne took a seat next to Officer Roberts, facing the warriors.
"Last night, two people were murdered in their own home," Officer Roberts said.
"What's that got to do with us?" Raimundo asked.
"We were hoping you could tell us that," Officer Claiborne said. He placed a photograph on the table facing the warriors. They gasped. The photograph showed a man and a woman lying on the floor of what looked like their living room, although the surroundings were completely ruined. There was smashed glass on the floor and there was a large tear in the arm of the sofa that was just poking onto the corner of the picture, spilling stuffing onto the litter of glass. A rubbish bin had been upturned and its contents scattered everywhere. The couple themselves had been stabbed and mutilated and lay in a puddle of their own blood. On the wall behind them, written in dripping letters in what was clearly the couple's blood, were the words "Xiaolin Warriors".
Kimiko looked away, her face pale.
"We were wondering if you might know anything about this?" Officer Claiborne said. Omi shook his head.
"Any idea who might want revenge on you?" Officer Roberts asked. Omi shook his head again.
"We don't even know who those poor fellas were," Clay said sadly.
"Mr and Mrs Rogan were forty-three years old. They have a twenty year old son away at college in England," Officer Roberts said. The four monks looked at her solemnly.
"Surely you must have some idea who did it," Kimiko said.
"There were no clues left at the murder scene," Officer Claiborne replied. "Not even a single fingerprint. Whoever this guy is, he's very clever."
The warriors flew back the temple in silence, each wondering the same thing; who had they annoyed so much they wanted to get revenge by killing innocent people? Who did they know that was clever enough to not leave a single clue at the crime scene? Were they going to kill again?
Dojo landed on the temple lawn and shrink as the warriors climbed off. No one spoke a word as they entered the temple and retreated to their bedrooms for the rest of the day, plagued by guilt from a murder they did not commit nor have any clue as to why it was committed.
"Jack! How are we going to take over the world when all you do is watch television?" Wuya raged, hovering in front of the television.
"I'm allowed a break," Jack said indignantly, wafting away the purple ghostly form.
"You can have a break when you've actually done something constructive! And I don't mean building useless robots!" Wuya screeched. Jack ignored her.
"A married couple were stabbed to death in their own home on the night of August 14th" the newsreader on the television read. A photograph of the crime scene filled the screen and Jack and Wuya gasped.
"What have they done?" Jack asked.
"I don't know, but it'll be fun finding out," Wuya cackled. Jack just looked at her.
"I don't get what's funny," he said sadly.
"Wake up Jackie; they must have really annoyed someone to make them do that!" Wuya said exasperatedly. "They might even be the next victims!"
"...Oh...I knew that," Jack said shyly. Then he began to laugh.
I know it's a bit short but I hope you enjoyed it. I have far too much time on my hands now so chapter two should be up quite soon. Sorry about any spelling mistakes or typos. Please review!