This is a short first chapter, but the rest will be longer. This is a rewrite of The yin Water which you may read, but I do not advise it as it is something a monkey with a typewriter could have outdone.
Lightning flashed across a blackened sky, silhouetting the figure of a lone man standing before an open window. His golden eyes blinked silently against the bright white flash and he waited for the pounding rain to fall forth from the storm lit sky. The harsh rumble of thunder sounded violently across the Land of Nowhere yet the man did not hear it over the sound of a harsh screeching voice uttered by none other than the Heylin Witch known as Wuya.
"Chase, a new Sheng Gong Wu has become active… Shall we go and fetch it?" The witch purred with one hand draped on his shoulder, her green swirled eyes flashing as she thought of the days when she still had her powers and had no need for such objects as Sheng Gong Wu. Chase Young turned from the window, his gloved hand forcing hers off his shoulder as quickly as he could mange of it. He tightened his grip painfully and snorted at the sheer audacity of what she had chosen to do before releasing her hand.
"Be gone witch, I have no patience for such trivial matters as another Sheng Gong Wu gone active." He growled, his eyes flashing within the light of yet another lightening strike. Anger flared up within his stomach, his lip curling up slightly as he looked upon the Heylin witch. He didn't know how the worm Spicer had been able to stand even so much as being around her. Day in and day out he was not able to stand it, instead wishing that he was simply able to lock her within the Yin Yang world for the next one thousand five hundred years.
Wuya smiled slightly, stepping up towards Chase and placing one long hand up against his cheek. She laughed slightly under her breath, her green eyes glinting once more.
"Ah, but Chase. I would think you would be interested in keeping this Wu out of Omi's hands." She spoke out close to his ear, the smile never leaving her lips as she looked upon Chase Young. In truth she with for the Sheng Gong Wu for herself, but could not make to gather them without some assistance from someone. Whether it be Chase Young, Jack Spicer or even Katnappe.
Chase Young's lip curled upward in displeasure as he reached up, grasping her hand roughly within his own. Away from his cheek he wrenched her hand, holding it up and away from her body. Anger showed with his stance as his shoulders squared, the spikes from his armor flashing out as though they wished to threaten of all who stood in his way.
"Wuya, unless you have a wish for death I strongly suggest you never touch me again." He spoke out, his voice held under his own tight control whilst his eyes flashed a dangerous red. Wuya could not argue with Chase, his anger evident and high enough that she would not risk it without her powers.
"Of course, I understand Chase." Wuya said as she backed away from the Heylin warrior, taking one slow step at a time. Up came her hands only slightly, catching up in front of her in order to ward off one of Chase's blows if he did lose of his temper.
"But this Sheng Gong Wu... It is the Yin Water." The Heylin Witch said, a slight grin hitting over the corner of her lips as thunder sounded as if to enunciate her point. Rumbling the sound lingered onward within the citadel as though it could not leave the place of evil that it had come to.
A wicked smile flashed over Chase Young's face even as he tilted his head slightly upwards. Down into his armor the spikes vanished without a trace, the line along the top as seamless as it had even been.
"Then I think it's time we give the monks a little visit." He spoke out, waving his hand so that each of the jungle cats slunk out of the shadows. Each fallen warrior waited with their eyes trained on Chase and their bodies held perfectly still. A smile yet lingered on Chase's face as darkness surrounded them on all sides and cast them from sight.
