A/N: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown. Everything is credit to it's original creator(s) and I own nothing but the characters that have been added for non-profit purposes

"Tell me Inuksuk...can you tell me what a demon is?"

"I can't say I can"

It's black. A cold, dark black that invades every corner of my vision as I walk through the seemingly endless landscape. The only sounds making it's way through the darkness, almost echo like, being my breath and the rhythmic continues tap of my feet pressing against a hard surface.

"Inuksuk…"

"Suki"

I cringe as a voice whispers near the back of my neck. Sleek and menacing yet unrecognisable. It makes my body shudder in fear, my eyes snapping shut and my breathing momentarily halting.

"WhY ARe yoU NOt RuNNinG?"

I feel my heart start to tremble as a great wave of paranoia and pure thoughtless panic begins to consume me. I try as hard as I can to move my legs faster against the thing, the power of the darkness...but even with all my might, I can't.

Some unknown force keeps holding my legs down to the invisible ground. Making me unable to run away from the danger or let me get my sanity back.

But that won't stop me from fighting.

With a weak huff I try again harder, faster and more in panic and push against the force, trying to move my leg upward; a strain appearing in my muscles as I do so.

I feel my face go red as the force fights back with all it's might, trying to stop me from moving. From placing my foot away from the inevitable danger.

"Ugh…" I moan again as I put my hands under my thigh and use them to move my leg against

the weight.

I scream a cry as My foot gets violently pushed back to where it was placed on the ground and my hands thrown to my sides.

"No, no" I whisper out loud to the never-ending coal black. I had to run, to sprint, to fight my way away from the...the thing that was causing me to panic so much!

Suddenly a thought escapes my mind and an idea begins to form in my head. Before I know what I'm doing, I straighten myself and call out the word my mind is screaming at me too say.

"Ice"

A small yelp escapes my lips as long and slender hands holding my thighs and feet erupt from the black all around me. Covered in ice they fall off of me in a flesh like snap and I realise that my legs are free.

"InUkSuK...RUn!"

And then just like that, I sprint off into the nothingness.

Quickly and instinctively my feet turn into a faster rhythm as whispers of my name start to cradle me deeper into a panic. My echoing heart starts to beat faster and I hold my hands into burls, almost painfully as the tips of my nails pierce into my palms.

If I looked down, I know that I would see strings of crimson falling down from my hands and my feet scampering pathetically to get away.

I want to. But I can't.

Because instinct is telling me that if I stop for one second, just to breath, to calm myself or let my feet rest it will find me.

The panic, the monster, the demon, the truth, the lies, the threat.

The pain is all too real now as a strong wave of pain flows through my hands. My face red with pain and my eyes blurry with knowing tears, I look down at my blood red palms.

My breath hitches as I sway my palm and let a sea of blood pour into the darkness. My feet stop. My breath stops. I reach my hand out into the black, hoping somebody might grab it and pull me away.

Nothing happens. Nothing ever happens.

"FoUnD YOu…"

Almost instantly my eyes snap open and I pull myself from my bed. A piercing pain like a thousand needles painfully steadying the breathing inside my chest.

My mouth opens to scream and I quickly clasp my hand over my mouth. A painful rasp escapes my throat and I realise that my face is wet.

In the early hours of the mourning, I hold my hand to my heart, my palms sweating and a small frightened whimper, fresher this time, escapes my throat.

No, no, no, no. No, this can't keep happening. Not this dream, Not again!

"You just woke me up didn't you, you little...?" I turn my head to see a old woman with brown braided hair turn her head from the covers of her bed and look me in the eyes. It is mostly pitch black but I'm still able to see the anger in her expression.

Eyes wide, her lips turned into a deep, teeth gnashing frown and her head tipped to the side as if she was scolding a child.

I gulped, It was Alfe.

"D-don't worry. I'm fine. It won't happen again, I promise Alfe" I squeak, my shy attitude peering through my dialogue.

The old woman gave me a look, her eyes burning into the back of my skull with disapproval.

"You're saying that more to yourself than to me." Her voice is cold, reminding me of a hunter's. "Look child, I don't like you. Never have, never will. But I won't harm you. But listen here and listen quick; if this starts happening every night then I will harm you."

This is last thing she says as she rolls herself back into her covers in the rows and rows of beds inside the old building. Each filled with people of my mountain who are without a true home.

Guilty, I take a few minutes to calm myself down and lay back down in my bed. Confusion fills my mind and I close my mind to try and find sleep.

I haven't had a dream like that in years. Not since I was a mere child; back then I used to have them regularly. Always the same dream.

At first I would be walking through the darkness, nothing strange. But soon something would come along and taunt me and make me scared and panic with just the sheer mention of my name. Then I would wake up.

But no, this time I didn't. This time the dream continued and I could run away from the threat.

I shudder, a oh-so-recent memory filling my mind.

Turning my eyes I realize that the sun is beginning to rise and that soon I'll have to go the market and buy myself some breakfast.

So without another thought, my limbs slide neatly out my bed. I change from my sleeping attire and change into my dark top and long skirt made out of cattle hide. I grab my saddle bag, some other essentials and creep out of the large maze of beds.

I could dwell on this later. Right now I needed to concentrate on getting to the market early before the lines where long and then spend the rest of the day farming.

"Oh, Mourning Dojo."

"Kids, Master Fung wants to see you. He needs to tell you something urgent."

A/N: This took a while, sorry. I've been busy with school work and the such but I hope this suffices as good (I know I'm not the best writer) Anyway thanks for all the reviews! you feel good when you get your work noticed!

~Tamake-lucky