Sorry about the wait. I had another writer's block. I hope you like this thrillers.

I was sure I misheard him. "What?"

"It's the only way, otherwise he'll always be on Wuya's side,"

"Kill him?" exclaimed Omi. "He may have betrayed us, but we can't kill him! He is our friend!

"Was our friend," corrected Dojo. "Even if you still like him, he'll hate you as long as he's wearing the headpiece of wrath, and we can't get it off without killing him,"

"There has to be a way to get that thing off that he'll live through! Dojo, isn't there anything we can do?" I asked.

Dojo thought for a minute. "We have three options, two which will cause a lot of pain and one which he has a twenty-five percent chance of living through. We can kill him while he's wearing the headpi-"

"Bite your lip!" shouted Omi.

"Tongue, bite your tongue," I corrected him. "What are the other options Dojo?"

"Well, we can just physically pull it off, but it will hurt him severely and eventually he'll die. Like I said, the last option he may live through, but the chances are slim. Of course, it might just make him worse, but if you really want to try it. . ."

"Well what is it?" I asked, growing impatient.

Dojo sighed and ran a hand down his face. "We can make him angrier. If we can make him mad enough, the headpiece of wrath won't be able to keep it under control and it will come off by itself. Although it will be overwhelmingly painful for Raimundo. We'll be taking a few of risks by doing this. It could just make him want to kill us more if he doesn't get mad enough, it could kill him if we make him too mad, or the pain might drive him crazy, but there is a chance he'll survive. Still want to do it?"

After we all exchanged unsure glances, I said "If it's the way,"

"So, how are we going to make him mad enough?" asked Clay.

"Perhaps if we brought up the time Tubbimara defeated him," Omi suggested.

"Or the time we played monkey-in-the-middle with the serpent's tail,"

"Or when we were trapped in that invisible box,"

"Or. . ."

While they were thinking about things that would make Raimundo mad, I was thinking about what I saw in the thought keeper. I knew that that would make the headpiece of wrath come off. But what if it made him to angry? Or what if he went mad by the pain of his memories? And I couldn't just yell out his memories in front of Omi and Clay, those were personal. I decided to use them only as an absolute last resort.

Suddenly Dojo started trembling violently. "Shen-gong-wu people! Next stop, the soothing sash!"

According to the scroll, the soothing sash could help relax and find absolute focus. It was usually combined with the tangled web comb, so I decided to bring that with me. While we were in the air, we tried to think of how to get the headpiece of wrath off of Raimundo just so.

"Dojo, would the painless cuff, soothing sash, or reversing mirror help Raimundo?" asked Omi.

"The painless cuff only makes you oblivious to physical pain, and the headpiece of wrath causes mental pain. The soothing sash might have worked at first, but since Raimundo's had the headpiece of wrath on for quite awhile, headpiece has probably been producing a lot of anger and would burn the soothing sash. The reversing mirror would be to risky to use because there isn't really an opposite to anger,"

"So basically none of our shen-gong-wus are going to be a lot of help," I stated.

"You got it,"

We landed near the place Wuya and Raimundo were staying. We hoped the soothing sash was well hidden so they couldn't find it. This time we brought the falcon's eye. We all took turns looking with it on the ground and the walls of the canyon. Suddenly I heard a slashing sound behind me and next thing I knew, I had the wind knocked out of me and my face was in the dirt. I rolled over to see Raimundo pulling a section of grass out from the place I was standing. After he shook the dirt off it, we saw it was the soothing sash.

"Jeez. Xiaolin apprentices and you're all as blind as bats.

"Miranda was right. Sometimes you can be too observant for your own good,"

I have no idea what possessed me to say that. I should have known that that thought would remind him of the funeral and his mom. And I knew he already wanted to kill me. I also should have realized he would be prepared for this time. He reached into his pocket and to my horror, it was a pocketknife, small, but it would work for his intentions. The guys started to run toward us, but they weren't close enough to help me in time.

As he lunged toward me, he let out a yell while thrusting the pocketknife down, and I was sure I saw some anger drip from his hood. I rolled aside just in time. He plunged the blade deep into the ground. As he tried to pull it out, I gave the guys a signal and we all started reminding him of things that made him angry. When he finally got the pocketknife free, he dashed for us and moved as if to try and cut all of our vocal cords.

We kept dodging the blade, shouting at the top of our lungs, and when I noticed Omi and Clay grinning and the look on Raimundo's face, I remembered the time we were playing keep away with the serpent's tail. I remembered how at first we were winning, then how Raimundo turned the tables completely. We couldn't let that happen again. We had to take things seriously this time.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the tangled web comb. "Tangled web comb!" I cried.

Raimundo was too busy trying to stab Omi to hear me, so it never occurred to him to dodge. Hair tied up and gagged him. This made him angrier. The angrier he got, the harder he fought to get out. And the harder he fought, the tighter the hair wrapped around him. By now, the anger was flowing out of his hood.

"It's working!" yelled Dojo.

We all held our breath, waiting, hoping he would be all right. Suddenly, he stopped. He just lay there, face down in the dirt, not moving, or even breathing. My blood ran cold. My heart stopped. Omi, Clay, and Dojo turned as white as ghosts. Time seemed to stop. Then, I broke the spell. "Raimundo?" I whispered.

Without warning, Raimundo's arms and legs sprang out, breaking free of the hair.

He jumped up, and let out a blood-curdling scream. We all jumped. Before we could do anything, Raimundo charged toward me and pinned me against the wall. Then he lifted the pocketknife.

Had you worried there, didn't I? Did you really think I'd kill my favorite character? Or maybe I just might. I'll update soon! Or maybe I'll torture you for a while. I'm feeling evil right now. Until them!