Who is capable of true evil?
Author's Note: Dear god, look, I'm starting another fanfiction. It feels really good, to get a Xiaolin Showdown one at least started…anywho, enjoy!...And Ken from Digimon is SO hot, his icon was a tower…shaped like what?! And organ of certain use. Awesome, no…? Oh, if you knew about him, keep him in mind through out the story, okay?
Disclaimer: So, I have stolen so many things from so many stories. I own nothing, not even myself.
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"Aw, man, I can't believe I came here alone," Jack Spicer whined, whirling through an insane forest. It was just bright with sunshine three minutes ago! And since then, he had pulled bug after bug out of his flaming red hair. It was like they were trying to eat his brain! And they'd be well fed, he thought proudly.
His Shen Gong Wu detector blinked rapidly, as he blinked back at it. He hoped his eye liner wasn't running; now that would be awful. Jack hovered as his electro-magic arrow pointed him in the proper direction. An owl somewhere hooted, followed by an unearthly cry. He let out a whimper, quickly following the arrow. Hoping beyond hope to get the Wu and leave the place. In fact, screw the Wu, he'd look quickly and get as fast as his 25,000 horse powered heli-pack would let him.
"Wooow, they don't make them like this anymore," Kimiko said appraisingly, looking in awe at the huge stone. The walls were at least three feet high from what was left of them; grey and covered in ivy.
"We have no time to lop about in wonderment!" Omi exclaimed, pointing angrily to the Japanese girl in the camo pants, baggy pink sweatshirt with a blue kitten on it. She has put her black hair in pigtails and decided to wear bright bubblegum pink makeup.
"You mean loll, dude?" Raimundo asked the short bald red cladded monk, jumping off Dojo. Dojo was a huge dragon, and now he was a small dragon, of green. With only front legs and regal features, he shivered on the ground, jumping up onto the Brazilian's shoulders.
"Ew, this place feels worse then a Shen Gon Wu rash!" The dragon exclaimed. Raimundo pulled off a black hood. It had been two years since he was put in charge of the team, and same old, same old, they were looking for Shen Gon Wu.
"Would ya'll take a look at that?!" Clay, the king of cowboy kungfu announced, tilting is cowboy hat, shards of blond hair poked out from under it. He lifted up a dead dog from the dry leaves. Its tongue lolled out, staring up at them as though to say; "This will happen to you just as it happened to me."
Kimiko shuttered, making a face of mock vomit. "Put that down Clay, we're looking for Wu, not rabies!" just as she whined that Omi was successful…sort of.
"I have found the Cube of Haniku!" The youngest monk cried, lifting it up it was unnaturally heavy. "My, it is does look slightly like the puzzle boxes…" A hand appeared on the cube, and it started to glow.
The group gave a start as an owl cried and the beast let out a hideous cry.
The arrow seemed to fly faster than it ever had before. He made a memo to oil his propellers, pushing the heli-pack as fast as it would go.
"Oh, come on," Jack groaned, as the arrow pointed downward, if he ever got his hands on that Dashi fellow…
He dived down the small dark hole with a whimper, what he wouldn't do for Wu anymore. He hadn't one anything since last month; it was really a downer on ones positive out look on life.
"I'll wager my Reversing Mirror for your…" He narrowed his black eyes, as the swamp like black blob licked its face.
"Komori Sword," the monster hissed, making a black sword appear out of it's center. Omi grimaced, "The showdown will be…." He looked around, but the monster beat him to it.
"Through the looking glass," the creature hissed, "a in the dark version of whack a mole, with us as the moles."
"So be it," Omi said solemnly, "Gong E tampi!" The ground exploded, filling the area with huge holes, both the monster and Omi were sucked down the holes, just like some one else was.
Dark strings pulled down on Jack's heli-pack as he attempted to whirl upwards. The force of the darkness caused them to blow up. He was now helpless as he was dragged down.
"You are capable of great evil, you know."
"Let me go!" Jack cried, trying to stop his decent down into the unknown with his hands and feet, eventually, he did. Or rather, the dark strings let go of him.
The voice laughed at him. "Every man has the choice, what beautiful creatures you are!" With a dark string, the voice rubbed his pale face lightly.
"What, please don't hurt me!?" Jack whimpered, as the string vanished.
"Hurt you? Oh no, I want to help you"
"Help me?" He asked in a squeaking of a voice. He attempted to climb up the hole, slipping further down. The strings wrapped around his arms and legs.
"No!" Jack screamed, trying to fight them off in a panic.
"Let me help you, Jack Spicer."
With tears running down his face and eyeliner running, he was pulled into the darkness of the hole; two shinning eyes at the bottom greeted him.
Omi panicked, jumping out of the hole quickly just in time to see the hammer, though everything else was in total darkness.
"Reversing mirror!" The mirror reflected the hammer, just as the swamp monster shot up. The hammer came down and the monster slipped aside into another hole. Omi chucked the mirror, stopping it for a second.
The hammer came down, but the creature lifted the sword, stopping the hammer. It grabbed the Shen gon wu, activating it and sent the mirror slamming into Omi.
Jack was up to his neck in dark muck, trying not breathe it in. He didn't know why he didn't want too, he just didn't. Eyes filled with tears, he was dragged down farther. He gulped, puffing out his cheeks.
The world returned to normal, and the creature gave Omi squinty smile as he took the Wu into his dark begin. Dejected, the warriors got on the growing Dojo. They left and the dark creature returned to the ground.
Jack was submerged in the darkness, and all he could hear is its voice. Probing him like some alien from a jacked up Sci-Fi movie.
"I'm going to help you become the evil you always dreamed. But first you must drink! Drink!"
And he did, he couldn't help it. He needed to breathe. Inhaling a large amount of the black muck, he felt himself being propelled, something hard shoved against his chest. A half an hour later, he'd wake up in his room.
