Due to the number of positive reviews, I've gotten it into myself to update the story. College, holidays, and other such things have kept me since preoccupied, so I trust you'll understand my somewhat obvious lack of activity on this story. It'll probably be another while until I make another chapter, I've drained myself of ideas with this, so I'm going to need some time to recharge. Might work on White Hair, Red Eyes, my IZ/DP crossover. In any case, please review, tell me what you like, what you don't, it always helps. Till next time.

-Xi

A black typhoon of energy is how one could describe Johnny's appearance as he spiraled up into the twilight, a nightmarish murder of crows bursting forth from the unholy maelstrom. Both helicopters were swiftly engulfed by the black swarms, and came crashing to the ground, twin spheres of viridian fire. The foot-soldiers were simultaneously torn asunder by the demonic volery, rendered to inky skeletons in a matter of seconds. Not even screams could be heard in the ruffling calamity of feathers and beaks.

The monks were aghast. Johnny burst forth from the vortex upon sable winds, landing before the young warriors, hair littered with feathers, as the crows slowly faded into the darkness. His face was pale alabaster against the cool night, and he seemed an awesome angel of death, weapon in hand. Eyes dark as oblivion, silver boots gleaming in the starlight, he stood.

He looked positively horrified. He threw the scythe to the ground in disgust, falling to his knees, clutching himself in shock. His eyes were wide as he stared at the ground in terror.

"No. It's too easy. This isn't how it's supposed to be, damn it! I don't just kill everyone, that's not me, that's not what I am! I weed through the shit, and the dirt, and the world keeps me in check, it balances out. But with that...", he glared at the weapon, humming ominously with power.

"With that, I'll burn it all down. The world'll fucking burn. Get it away from me, please."

There was a long silence after that. Omi eventually walked up and took the scythe from the ground. Johnny kneel there on the earth, eyes clenched, head shaking, muttering to himself.

WHAM!

Clay unceremoniously kicked Johnny in the stomach. Hard. The sociopath fell to his side, the wind knocked out of him, gasping in pain. Kimiko pulled Clay back. "What'd you do that for!?"

"That's for knifing me in the leg, jackass!" Clay yelled at Johnny, nearly going for another strike, but was stopped by both Kimiko and Rai.

"Clay! Such language is unbecoming of a Xiaolin warrior!"

"Hey, the guy threw a doggone knife at my leg, I think that's reason to swear!" Clay shook Kimiko and Rai off, glaring at Johnny. Johnny looked weakly up at him.

"Okay, (cough) I guess I had that coming..." Johnny rasped, bringing himself to his knees. "I don't suppose an apology would give any merit or an-

BOOM!


At that moment, Todd Casil's house exploded.

As Jack Spicer buried himself head first into the inner workings of his Jackbot, Wuya stared at the small, green plush spider. There was a sort of determined dread upon her features. There was something...wrong with the toy. Something sinister. And being evil herself, that shouldn't have bothered her. But this was something very deadly, and very powerful. Or, at the very least, the potential for these things.

You are not a figment?

Wuya was taken aback at this sudden voice in her mind. It seemed to have come from the doll.

No, I am not. And you are?

Oh, yes. I have never since seen something like you. A human mind trapped in ethereal form, how very funny. Ironic even.

How is it ironic, you rude little mite!? Wuya snapped, feeling a tad insulted at the entity's amusement.

Ironic because I, being ethereal, long for the joy of being Real. I'm sure you of all people can appreciate that.

Wuya was thoughtful. Hm. What is your relationship with young Jack?

As Jack's homicidal tendencies grow, I am able to feed more on his imagination. He has so much more of it than my last host. He really is brilliant.

Your last host?

A foolish young man who kept my master trapped until his demise. On that subject, I mean to talk to you about your summoning. You must not summon the Moose.

Why? With such power, it-

It was my master, and was what stopped me from reaching tangibility the first time. It will destroy all of us just as it did before.

Wuya was quiet then.

"Jack! We should pick a different entity to summon."

Jack looked up, goggles splotched with oil.

"Why?"

"I think this creature will turn on us. We should choose something more manageable!"

Jack paused, then went back to work.

"Fine, let me finish upgrading this, then we'll get the book."