Disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown, never will. Snuffle.
I'm so happy, I got three reviews. Yay! So I got Chase = Nightmare + enclosed spaces. This is gonna be fun to write!
Word = authors note
Word = thoughts (except with they)
Word = something said with vehemence
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Chochero Minx re-enters the room five hours after she left. Her grin makes all that see it shudder. She falls to the floor and flips herself up into a sitting position. Her eyes should have popped out by now with how wide she was keeping them. She turns to Chase and says, slowly pronouncing each syllable " How unfortunate for you. They picked nightmare." She laughs wildly and Chase slips once more into the realm of the unconscious.
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Chase is lying in the dark. He notes quite calmly that he can't move his arms or legs. If it's one of my cats, I'll kill it, he thinks. But if that's what it was, why hadn't it moved?
Chase moves his hands up and meets the wooden board that was holding him down. He pushes against it. It doesn't move. Odd, he thinks, I should be able to move that. He pushes harder and still it doesn't move.
Chase moves his hands to the side and pushes but the wood on either side of him holds firm. His breath quickens. This is not right, this cannot be right. He smells the air. There is a damp earthy smell as if he were lying on the ground. Or under it, he thinks. He reaches up and pushes against the board again, more urgently now. The six feet of earth onto does not shift.
Chase becomes his dragon self and starts clawing at the board, no, he thinks, not a board but a lid,. A coffin lid. His claws don't even scratch the wood, but bend backwards making his hands a bloody mess. He kicks the lid in a hopeless, doomed effort to break the wood. He cries out in rage, anger, pain… and something else . Something that hadn't entered Chase Young's voice in centuries.
Chase Young cries out in fear.
In a last ditch attempt to break through the lid, he bites at it. His teeth lodge in the wood , are pushed backwards through his gums or break into jagged splinters. He is sobbing, a thing he has never done before, which makes this whole thing all that worse. Not only will he die, but he will die humiliated.
The air is running out. He can't breath. He is carried into death. He can hear his mother and sisters. Oh, how he'd missed them. He had grown numb over time, but he had never really stopped caring about them. But no, he is not to go with them. He is to go to a darker place with the rest of those who have no soul. He was given them back, only for them to be snatched away.
Chase Young's worst fears had been realized. He had died in fear, alone and, worst of all, the very thing he had sold his soul to escape in the first place, he died helpless
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The young monks, Dojo, Wuya and Katnappe all watch in horror at the writhing Chase as he bites his lips into a bloody mess and scratches into his cheeks with enough force to break the skin. But Jack isn't looking at Chase. Jack is watching the inflictor of this torture. Chochero sits with her eyes closed, mouth opened in silent laughter. Her laughter becomes audible and her eyes snap open. She turns to look a Chase and sees the state he is in. The Princess of the Dreamscape looks at Jack. She walks up to him and whispers in his ear " You know what I've done, don't you? You understand. I'll tell you now so you don't have to find out the hard way, there isno escape." and with that she disappears, leaving Jack to share his revelation with the group. Just then Chase wakes up, screaming, and Jack is diverted from his purpose. Chochero watches with interest as Chase rocks back and forth. Who next? she thinks. Ah yes, the fire girl. This should be fun.
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Oh man, that was hard to write. And I am now utterly terrified I could hold that inside of me. What's more scary is that I found that fun. So Kimiko's next, huh? What d'ya think, Dream or nightmare? And I'm always grateful for constructive criticism. Thanks for reading! :D