There was fire and molten lava everywhere. Smoke choked the air, and someone was laughing. There were screams of terrors from children.

Two eyes flashed breifly, mocking him, daring him to make a move.

One young voice cried out for help.

"Chase! Help!"

Chase gasped awake and sat up in bed.

He was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat, and panting slightly.

"What was that?" he muttered as he looked around his room. The ceiling resembled the sky, and from the looks of it, it was dawn outside.

He got out of bed and headed for the door. There was a jaguar posted outside the door, and it looked up at him as he entered the hallway.

"Stay." he ordered as he continued down the hallway towards his destination; the sanctum. The floor was cool against his bare feet.

Whenever he needed to calm down and think things over, he always headed for the bright room to meditate.

A few cats were lazing about the room as he came in. He walked to the center of the room, sat in a meditative style, and hovered a few inches off the floor.

He took deep breathes, and tried to focus his chi. But the dream was still disturbing him.

He'd recognized the younger voices of the monks, and the other voice laughing belonged to his most hated enemy, Hannibal Bean.

What he couldn't figure out was what it was about.

'What did it mean? Is it some sort of glimpse of the future?' he thought.

Another thing that disturbed him was the feeling he had during the dream. He felt something he hadn't felt in a long time...fear.

He hadn't felt that since Hannibal was released from the Yin Yang world. It didn't make sense though. Why would he be afraid of a dream?

He sighed, trying to calm his mind, and slowly sank into a relaxed state.

It didn't last long.

There was a roar, then a screech near the door. He sensed another presence in the room with him, and it wasn't his cats. He opened his slitted yellow eyes and looked around the room suspiciously.

"I know you're there, now show yourself!" he commanded in a loud voice.

A chuckle rang throughout the quiet room, and Chase returned to the floor.

"Up a little early, aren't we?" a voice asked in a southern accent.

Chase's eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth tightly. He'd recognize THAT voice anywhere.

"Show yourself, Bean."

"As you wish. Moby Morpher!"

Hannibal appeared in front of the doors.

"What do you want?" Chase asked irratabelly, crossing his arms.

"That should be simple enough for even you to figure out."

"If you want Shen Gon wu, go look at the monks' place, they have most of them."

"That's not my main target at the moment, that's step two."

"Ok, what's step one?"

"Well, I think a partnership would be rewarding," Hannibal hopped over next him, wrapping a vine around his shoulders, "We could break into the vault, and you do the distractin' and fightin', while I gather the Shen Gon Wu."

"Not happening." Chase retorted, shrugging the vine from his shoulder and heading towards the double doors.

Something wrapped tightly around his forearm and yanked him back.

"See, I'm not takin' no for an answer," Hannibal smirked, "Either you help me, or I'll personally see to it that you're sealed in the Yin Yang world, see how you like it."

Chase gritted his teeth as he tried to pull his arm free of the vine that was wound tightly around it.

"Forget it, I wouldn't help the likes of you in a million years."

"I'm sure we both have the time to wait that long."

Chase could sense a fight coming, and wished he had his armor on. All he had on were the black shorts he slept in. Not that he was worried about getting hurt or anything, but he'd feel better if he had it on.

He drew his free hand back, and thrust it forward. Hannibal was blown backward by a strong gust of wind. He slid to a stop, and smirked.

"Well, I wasn't hopin' for a fight, but why not? We'll learn who the better fighter is, although we both know it's me."

"As if." Chase muttered.

He lunged at the over sized bean, throwing a punch. Hannibal dodged to the side, and Chase flew past him. Hannibal wrapped a vine around his wrist, and when Chase tried to use his other hand to free himself, he grabbed that wrist too.

"You're makin' this too easy, Chase. I was hopin' for somethin' more challengin'." he taunted as Chase struggled in his grip.

Chase glared at him, then grabbed the vines, spun around and threw him into the wall.

Hannibal smirked and chuckled at him, then shrunk. Chase looked around wildly for him, but couldn't see any trace of him. He caught movement above him, and looked up to see Hannibal, enlarged again by the Moby Morpher, coming down on him.

He was slammed into the floor, pinned down by Hannibal's weight. He hopped off him, but before Chase could even begin to stand, he grabbed him and threw him against the wall.

Chase was panting heavily as he got to his feet.

"I'll give you another chance to change your mind." Hannibal said with laugh.

"Forget it!" Chase growled, throwing a kick at him.

Hannibal caught his ankle, and Chase was unable to pull free. His eyes widened slightly, while Hannibal chuckled.

He flung him across the room, and he slid headfirst into the wall. Chase managed to get into a kneeling position, dazed. He looked up, and the room was blurring in and out of focus, Hannibal steadily getting closer.

Before he could try getting up, the world blurred completely, and Chase collapsed to the floor unconcious.

Hannibal chuckled as he moved closer.

There was a low hiss, and several jaguars, tigers, and lions ran into the room and surrounded him and blocked him off from Chase.

Hannibal laughed again, and whistled. There was a loud chirp, and a red and gray bird flew into the room. Hannibal shrunk again, and Ying Ying caught him in midair and flew off.

A jaguar nudged Chase's shoulder. He gave a soft moan, but didn't wake up.

The jungle cats looked at eachother, trying to decide what to do.

"Master Chase needs assistence. What do we do?" a lion asked.

"I don't know anybody who'd jump to help him. He's not exactly a friendly guy." a jaguar muttered.

"I think...I think we should get the monks." another jaguar softly said.

This caused a loud roar from the panther from earlier.

"The monks? Are you insane? Why should we ask them for help? Chase hates them, and he'd skin us alive if we brought them here!"

"We don't have alot of options! Besides their closer, and I don't think that red haired idiot would help at all."

The panther thought for a minute, then nodded. "You're right. You go get them, and we'll make sure that bean doesn't cause further damage. Hurry!"

"Right."

The jaguar ran off.

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