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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
"Jack Spicer, you will taste my shoes!" Omi yells, falling into a fighting stance. He proceeds to show off his moves, kicking and punching the air while yelling out profound sentences.
"Beaver washing windows! Termites reading Twilight! Rabbits speaking Latin!"
"Just go get him, dude!" Raimundo grabs the small werewolf and tosses him at Jack, obviously not ready to wait for Omi to jump into action. Omi gives jack a swift kick in the face, sending the boy genius hurtling through the air, the Zing Zom Bone falling from his hands and landing in those of a Jack-bot.
"Seismic kick earth!" Clay stomps at the ground, a tower-like shield made of compacted dirt rises around the remaining monks, stopping the zombie attack. The brainless beings claw at the earth, but it's no use for them to try. Of course they don't stop.
Raimundo jumps on top of the tower and claps his hands in his signature; "Typhoon boom wind!" Jack-bots are sucked into the whirlwind, robot arms and heads flying in every direction, ripped apart by the force of the wind. The Zing Zom Bone shoots out of the tornado at the speed of a bullet, just as quickly impaling another Jack-bot and disappearing.
"Rai, do that again!" Kimiko somersaults into the wall, her hands lighting up with fire. "Judolette flip fire!"
"Typhoon boom wind!"
A flurry made of fire cascades through the air, melting every Jack-bot (and nearly Jack himself) in sight. The zombies all seem distracted by the fiery light show as bits of charred Jack-bots rain down amongst the crowd.
"My robots!" Jack yelled, flying to try and catch pieces, then dropping them as they burned his skin. "You'll pay for this!"
Clay jumps into the crowd, pushing people this way and that to avoid the shower of fire and robot parts.
"The Zing Zom Bone!" Omi yells, jumping up to catch the Shen Gong Wu. A stray zombie, reaching for the bright lights, rams the monk in the chest before he can get off the ground. The Zing Zom Bone bounces right off of is head and tumbles back into the air.
"I've got it!" Raimundo jumps from his perch, flying to grab the Wu. His hands close around the prize just as his flight loses its momentum. The dragon if wind nose dives towards the ground, falling into a glide at the second, streaming only a hair's length above the people below. "Clay, catch!"
Clay makes a grab at the Wu, ten other pairs of hands matching his movements. The ornate piece of metal sinks into the torrent of hands and legs, and the undead cowboy has no choice but to dive in after it. "Kimiko!" He shouts, the treasure flying out of the crowd and towards the dragon of fire.
"Ugh!" Kimiko stretches out from the dirt wall to catch the Zing Zom Bone, Clay's throw being a little short. She teeters for just a second, appears to regain her balance, then slips into the crowd.
"Kimi!" Raimundo doubles back, soaring at top speed towards his friend.
Zombies immediately grab at the girl, pulling her down into their sea of indifference. Right before she sinks below she manages to gasp, "ZING ZOM BONE!"
The crowd of townspeople all stagger a bit as their minds return to them. Light flashes escape the Wu, golden auras that sail around the crowd until finding its home once again. The people look amongst themselves, completely confused. A couple look at the girl lying on the floor, but none stop to help her up as the people disperse back into their homes.
"Kimiko!"
"Kimi!"
The three boys circle around her, Raimundo shakes her shoulder. "Kimi?"
She opens one sapphire eye, then the other, a smile spreading across her face. She has the beginning of a bruise on her forehead, but besides that she looked fine. "I got the Wu," she says, sitting up and rubbing her head. "Somebody punched me…" she groans, feeling the bump.
"At least you're okay," Raimundo laughs nervously.
"I think that I have gotten my fill of trick or treating," Omi says, shaking his candy bag.
Kimiko looks over the boys' heads at the setting sun. "It might be a little too early for me to head to my party…."
Raimundo's thick eyebrows knit together. "You're still going to your party?"
"Of course," the devil uses the wall to stand up. "Why wouldn't I?" she gives him a completely appropriate devilish grin.
'Well, I have an idea of what we can do…" Clay says, his hands going to his pocket.
"YES! Blood, Guts and Gore!" Raimundo holds up the DVD case, showing it off to Omi. "An hour and forty-five minutes of pure carnage and spooks."
Omi looks a tad frightened. "Carnage?"
"And spooks," Clay adds in, popping the DVD into the player. (A/N: Where did the monks get a DVD player and a TV from, you may ask? Yea, I know, just go with it)
"And spooks…" Omi echoes, holding Ninja Fred so tight it looked like his seams would pop open.
"Hey! Stop squeezing him!" Raimundo grabs the bear from his friend's deathly arms. "He doesn't like it when you do that."
"Right, Rai…" Kimiko sits on the couch holding an icepack to her head. She looks disheveled at best, but definitely not like she recently fell into a horde of murderous zombies. With just a couple touch-ups, she would be ready to go in no time…
The dragon of wind blushes, handing the bear back over to Omi. "Besides, little hairy dude, you're not scared, are you?"
"ME? That is an impossibility! I am not scared of anything! Did we not discuss this in a different episode? Blood guts and gore do not scare me!" He didn't sound so sure.
"Okay, Omi, whatever you say…" Raimundo said smugly, shrugging. His hair is starting to spike back up, the hair gel losing the battle. He tries to slick it back down using his hand with little success.
"PLEASE! NO!" He yelled, covering his head with his hands. "I'll do anything you say," he begged, the inkling of tears leaking through his fleshy barrier. But the boy didn't stand and fight, rather, cowered and cried to himself.
"This will only hurt a lot!" The masked figure screams, followed by malicious laughter. He digs his weed whacker in his victim's head, blood and brains splattering against the screen.
"Sick," Kimiko comments, wrapped up in a blanket, her icepack deserted in the corner.
Omi is curled up in a ball, squished in between Kimiko and Clay but still shaking uncontrollably. "Very… very… sick…."
The masked figure on the TV cackles like a psychopath, standing over his already dead victim. He digs the piece of yard equipment further into the body, muscles shredding and tearing in harmony with the sound of his bones being shattered. Blood and organs—DVD PAUSED.
"Omi, you look shakier than a cat in a doghouse." Clay's says, his finger on the pause button. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I…am…moost comfortable, thank you…" The Dragon of Water says between chattering teeth.
"It's okay, Omi, we can always do something else…" Kimiko reassures him, patting him on the back.
Omi tries to pull off a brave face. "I must not miss out on the Halloween festivities!" He crosses his arms, trying to control the shakes.
"Aha…haha…." It's faint laughter, as if someone is giggling into a pillow, but close enough for it to only have been one certain monk.
"Rai! Don't laugh at him!" Kimiko punches her friend on the arm.
"OUCH! I didn't laugh!" He rubs his arm, shoulder, pouting and turning his back to Kimiko.
The sound of footsteps cracks the silence. "Omii…" Someone moans. "I'm coming to get you…" it whispers.
"THE RIPPER IS COMING TO GET ME!" Omi screams, attaching himself to Clay's arm. "I AM DOOOOMED!"
"Hey, relax!" Clay tries to pry the small monk off his arm. Even with his superior strength the cowboy couldn't detach Omi, he was as good as a ninja tattoo. "Omi, let… go!"
"This is probably one of Jack's stupid pranks," Raimundo says, shrugging his shoulders. "I say we go find him and make sure he stays out of our temple."
"I am not afraid of you, Jack Spicer!" Omi runs back and forth, ahead of the other monks through different doors and buildings. They first went to check in the vault, and finding no threat, the warriors gathered some Shen Gong Wu to help with their search. Omi's carrying the Serpent's Tail, flying into this room and that for any intruders.
But no matter where they went, the same eerie voice followed; "Omii, I'm coming to geeet youu…" In which Omi would squeak and go to hide behind the group, then begin to run ahead once more.
Raimundo goes to stand in front of Omi, the door to the kitchen facing his back. He's carrying the Falcon's eye, using it to check ahead of rooms. "Guys, this is the last place we haven't checked." He opens the door, turning his head to face his friends. "Maybe I was wron—WHOA!" he falls back into the dark room, disappearing into the darkness.
Everyone freezes. Raimundo had pulled his fair share of pranks over the past months, but he wouldn't be so insensitive now, would he? They were supposed to be tracking down Jack right now…
"Raimundo…?" Clay approaches the doorframe, the silk spitter clutched in his hand. "Raimundo, this ain't funny, partner…"
"Raimundo has been killed by the ripper!" Omi yells, holding the serpents' tail in a bone crushing hug. The Shen Gong Wu wriggles violently, trying to be released from Omi's iron death grip.
"Come on, guys, Jack or Rai, they're being idiots." Kimiko shoves past the boys and right into the kitchen without a second thought. She flips the switch, ready to get rid of the pest.
At first glance, the kitchen was empty, a notion that was slightly disconcerting. The monks walk inside, trying to figure out where Raimundo could have gone. It wasn't the biggest room in the temple, after all. Either he had walked ahead and into the common room, or he was hiding. Either way, the dragon of wind was going to get creamed by a certain female monk as soon as she found him.
The door to the kitchen creaks, slowly starting to close on its own. "My friends…" Omi whispers pointing at the door with a blank look on his face.
Clay puts his hand on the door, stopping it from sealing. "Come on, Omi, now you're being silly. What's the door going to do to you, anyway?" he raps against the wood with his knuckles to prove his point. "See? Nothing to be scared of—WHOA!" With a loud thwak! The kitchen door slams into the dragon of earth, sending his hurtling through the air and crash landing into the kitchen table.
"It can do that!" Omi grabs his own jaw, his whole hands almost fitting inside his mouth. "The ripper is trying to boot my bucket!" he wails, running to hide behind Kimiko like a lost child.
"First off, that wasn't even close." Kimiko sighs, grabbing the smaller monk by the wrist and pushing him back a considerable distance. "And second, you're just overreacting! It was probably just the wi…" Kimiko's face goes from casual to calculating to pure Kimiko level rage that only she could ever pull off in half a second.
Clay picks himself up, trying to dust the table splinters off of his costume. There went yet another dining set, and Master Fung had just replaced the last one when Omi had used the tabletop as a landing pad for the Longi Kite. The undead cowboys goes to join his friends, but with another uncomfortable thwak! is rear-ended by the kitchen shutters, this time taking the seething devil down with him.
Kimiko doesn't even seem to notice Clay or his suffocating amount of apologies as they untangle themselves and get back to their feet. She simply rises once again, looking around the room as if there's a dead raccoon hidden somewhere.
"Omiiii…." Someone whispered. "I'm coming for yoooou…" The youngest monk looks like his head is about to burst with trauma.
"Kimikooo…." The husky male voice was a bit softer. "Don't be fooooled… I am coooming for you toooo…" Kimiko stiffened, her face turning red. She did not like being taunted…
"And Claaay… I, uh, bee scaaaaredd!"
"That is the lamest taunt I have ever had the displeasure of hearing," Clay mutters, shaking his head.
The door straight ahead leading to the common room squeaks open ever so gently, as if by its own accord. A silent, warm breeze filters through, beckoning the monks to enter.
"Come on, Omi." Kimiko pushes her fellow monk towards the open door, not even noticing him digging his heels into the ground. "Let's go find the ripper." She said almost cheerily. Clay, completely confused, follows.
The room was dark, just like the rest of the temple was at this hour, but Kimiko didn't falter to walk in. Her eyes quickly adjusted, and she could vaguely see the outline of a person pushed up against the wall.
The light was flipped, Clay gasped, Kimiko smirked, Omi yelped.
The dragon of wind was lying a pool of thick, crimson blood that rippled a bit with Omi's cries. His back was facing the monks, but you could clearly see the ax sticking out of his back like a disfigured third arm. He was still, dead or… faking.
"THE RIPPER GOT RAIMUNDO! THE RIPPER GOT RA—MMMMPHHHH!" Kimiko places a hand over Omi's mouth, trying to silence his yelling. They already made enough noise. With all of Omi's screaming it was only a matter of time before he woke up the whole temple, and then she would never get to go to her party. And besides, Raimundo was being an idiot.
"Calm down, he's faking it." The dragon of fire reassures her fellow monk. She gives a quick glance at the body in the corner… still motionless. Why wouldn't he get he's been caught and give it up?
"Hey guys, what are we looking at?" Raimundo, obviously unaware that he was supposed to be mauled in a corner, walks in, leaning against the doorframe.
The three monks -Kimiko included- turn as white as actual ghosts. They look back and forth between the body in the corner and the living, breathing teenager standing right in front of them.
"But you're supposed to be over there…." Clay says, trying to wrap his head around was going on. Raimundo looks at them, mirroring their confused looks.
"Oooommiiii…" The werewolf is grabbed from behind and lifted off his feet, little droplets of blood soaking into Omi's costume from the figure behind. The smallest monk can only wriggle around, mouth open but no sound coming out, finally out of juice.
Kimiko and Clay can only look back and forth between the supposedly axed one and the one in the doorway, confused and scared at the same time.
Bloody Raimundo swings Omi around for good measure, while the regular version (as regular as he gets, anyway) bursts into laughter. "Ring of the…nine…dragons!" He says through chortles of laughter, doubling over, overemphasizing himself just to make a point of it.
Omi slumps to the floor, his captor now gone, a traumatized (and appearing very permanent) look on his face. "You… just…"
"Happy Halloween, little dude." The vampire straightens himself, hiccupping a couple times but still looking as smug as ever.
"I knew you—and then you- but before you-" Kimiko starts to stutter, but finally decides to give her friend a solid punch on the arm, meant to bruise. Clay's duplication is a bit softer.
"Totally worth it," he chuckles, feeling up the soon to be purple stain. "I had you guys fooled!" He lets out a fresh round of laughter, pretending to wipe tears from his eyes.
The door slams shut behind the monks, making everybody (including Raimundo) jump in their skin. The three monks gave their friend a stern look, now seriously wary for more pranks.
"It's not me, I swear." He puts up his hands in surrender. "That's the whole prank."
Everyone looks amongst themselves, a perfect game of whodunit starting to formulate between them. Kimiko glares as Raimundo, arms crossed. "You're just saying that so you can scare Omi again."
"Don't tell me you weren't scared too, Oh fearless one."
"I wasn't!" Kimiko protests, jutting out her lower lip in a look that was supposed to be menacing, but still made her look awfully cute.
The shutters in the room crash together, this time no one was standing in the way. Raimundo gets some unkind glances.
"It's not me," Raimundo places the Ring of the Nine Dragons in Clay's hand, holding his own hands in front of everybody's to inspect. "Just look at my hands… not. Doing. Anything."
"Well if Rai really isn't up to any funny business," Clay says, pinching the ring between his fingers. "I guess we can go back and finish the movie,"
There's a scrabbling sound from outside the closes shutter, like fingers scraping against the glass. "Please! Someone let me in, he's after me, he's after me!" The voice sounds exceedingly desperate, the speed of the scratching increasing.
"Raimundo, we understand you wish to be ever so humorous on Halloween, but the felines have fallen out of their carriers," Omi says, starting to regain his composure.
The dragon of wind grudgingly puts his hands in his pockets. "Sure, sure, let's just go watch the movie."
With one look into each other's sparkling eyes, they both knew instantaneously that they were meant for each other. That they had been holding back their feelings for so long, both afraid of what the other might think. And now they could embrace love…
The killer thumped against the door.
…with whatever time they had left.
In the background you can hear the sounds of shuffling footsteps walking by the door. The sharp noise of two blades being scarped against each other. A deep, malicious, chuckle.
"Seriously, quit it with the sound effects." Clay huffs, even the monk with the most tolerance was getting annoyed. "This is more frustrating than watching my blind grandpa Clyde trying to do the moonwalk!"
"I'm not doing anything!" Raimundo says, clearly even more angered than the rest of the monks over the sounds. "Maybe there really is a psycho outside the temple, did you ever consider that?"
"These pranks are starting to get pathetic, those sounds are sooo fake," You can just hear complacence dripping from Kimiko's words.
Overhead shadows creep over the monks, forming the shapes of demons and monsters.
"I am most unimpressed, my tricky friend," Omi says, looking disapprovingly at the shadows.
The frustrated vampire opens his mouth to speak, but a familiar, shrill voice beats him to the punch. "COME ON!" Jack Spicer flies in through the door, his face a mask of irritation.
"I threw at you guys every good prank in the book, and you don't get any of them! And then you blame it on Raimundo? WHAT THE HECK!" He jumps up and down midair, looking very animated.
"JACK! You still had plenty of good material left! Why must you always be so impatient?" Wuya floats in through the walls, her ugly witch costume looking scarier than ever.
The monks just watch as the argument unfolds, unable to get a word in edgewise.
"No! I put so much time and effort into this, and they decide to just blow it off because Raimundo faked his own death. Whoop-de-doo! Ingrates!" He yells, crossing his arms and beginning to pout.
"I told you guys it wasn't me…" Raimundo mutters.
"Just go steal their Shen Gong Wu, then! That'll teach them!" Wuya suggests, trying to put up a veil of sympathy over her hatred.
Jack glares at the monks, everyone one of Wuya's words going in one ear and out the other. "It's about time I unveil my secret Halloween spook weapon, prepare to quake in your boots, all mighty dragons, because here comes CHASE YOUNG!"
The monks are stare at him like he's lost his mind. Maybe he had a little. "No, not me!" Jack scoffs. "But I know, it's pretty real, isn't it?" He points at the doorway. "That Chase Young!"
At first, the Xiaolin dragons were sure Jack Spicer was bluffing. But sure enough (thanks to a little mood lighting and smoke from Jack), Chase Young entered the room, a bored expression on his face.
"Go get 'em, Chase!" Jack does a little cheer routine mid-air, waving his arms as if he's got pompoms.
Chase looks from Jack to the monks, rather uninterested in anything at the moment. With a jaded sigh he transforms into the great reptilian beast. His eyes start to glow, a grin sliding onto his scaly face.
"Happy Halloween, Xiaolin monks," He says ominously, taking a step forwards. "What do you think of my costume?"
Why is Chase helping Jack? WHAT IS GOING ON? Thank you for reading!