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'Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear…'

Fallen, Sarah McLachlan.

Warning: If you are offended by either of the following: Rape, Slash or Beasties, then please leave. Do not even BOTHER to read this story. Because it will contain all. (However, not graphically. Just hints) And do not flame me about it. Yes, I am quite sane. No, I am not sick. I am quite fine, thank you very much.

So I have warned you. If you do read, either review nicely, or not at all.

The room was bare and empty save for a mat placed on the ground below him. Omi groaned as he came to. His head pounded.

A thin blanket slid off of him as he sat up slowly.

Looking around, Omi realized that he was alone. "Raimundo? Kimiko? Clay?" He called out, his voice rising in desperation as no one answered.

"They are not here."

Omi jumped as he realized that he was not as alone as he had thought. Ignoring the pain, Omi jumped to his feet, ready to confront and fight the one whom had spoken. "Where are my friends? What evil have you placed upon them?"

But to Omi's great annoyance, Chase only laughed, stepping out from the shadows. "Calm yourself, Dragon of the Water. They have not been harmed…yet."

The last word had been said quietly, but Omi immediately picked it up. "Yet?" He asked, slight fear in his voice. "What are you planning to do with my friends?"

Chase only smiled before snapping his fingers. A wall immediately slid upwards, revealing a dark corridor. "Please. Follow me. I want you to see something."

Chase led Omi down to the corridor until they reached a dead end. Omi raised an eyebrow. "Is this made for joking? If so, this is not a funny…"

Chase chuckled a little before resting a hand on the wall. The wall immediately quivered and turned transparent.

Omi gasped. There were cells their…cells like the ones Wuya had had when she had tried to take over the world with Raimundo…

Inside the cells were his friends once again trapped.

Omi tried to rush to them, but the wall prevented him from doing so. Pounding on it, he tried to call his friends' names, but none of them reacted.

Chase placed a hand on Omi's shoulder, preventing him from pounding on the wall any further. "They cannot see you. They cannot hear you. But you can see them." Chase explained as he kept a tight grip on Omi's shoulder, who was now trying to break free from the grasp. "We are currently in my dungeons, located conveniently deep underground, beneath five floors of my castle. There is no way to escape. The only way would be to squeeze yourself through the a series of water pipes leading to the surface." Chase grinned at that. "But you would have to be the size of a beetle to accomplish that."

Omi, by now, had stopped struggling. "Why are you telling me this?" He asked, glancing up at Chase.

Chase met Omi's gaze and released his hold on the young Dragon's shoulder. "To make you see that not only are you trapped, but your friends are also. If you do everything that I want you to, they will not be harmed."

Omi's eyes widened as he began to grasp what Chase wanted. "I cannot retrieve the Shen-gong-wu—"

Chase let out a roar of laughter at that. "I do not want Shen-gong-wu." He said calmly.

Omi stared up at Chase in confusion. If he did not want the Shen-gong-wu, then what did he want?

Chase looked down at Omi, his eyes revealing an emotion that was completely foreign to Omi. "I want you."

Omi blinked. That did not help his confusion at all. He looked around. "But I am right here! You do not need to keep my friends in their little 'cells of prison' any longer—"

Chase just kept on smiling. "Oh, but there is a need. And you will see why soon enough." He snapped his fingers again, but this time, two huge lions appeared beside him. "Now, please return. And do not try to escape."

Omi looked back at his friends. "I do not plan to."

Kimiko kicked the bars of her cell in anger. "Stupid bars, stupid cell, stupid dungeon…"

"Kickin' the bars ain't gonna help anythin', Kimiko." Clay said sadly, sitting cross-legged with his chin resting on the palm of his hand.

Kimiko did one last kick before plopping down onto the floor.

"Face it kids, we're trapped. Looks like Chase Young managed to best us, once again." Dojo remarked darkly from a small birdcage hanging beside Kimiko's cell.

Raimundo shot Dojo a glare. "Man, don't tell me you're already givin' up? Where's that Dragon fightin' spirit or somethin' you keep sayin' we have?"

Dojo snorted. "I always say you guys have 'em. I don't include myself in that category. I find Shen-gong-wu. You kids fight for 'em."

"Chicken." Clay muttered under his breath.

Dojo shot him a glare. "I heard that! And to clear things up, I am a pure-breed Dragon. Not some farm animal!"

Kimiko grinned a little. "But you sure act like one!"

"I resent that! After all I've done for you kids!" Dojo snapped, pretending to be hurt. He knew to ignore these remarks. After living with these kids for more than a year, he knew what to take seriously.

Kimiko sighed, becoming grim again. "I wonder how Omi's doing?"

Clay growled. "If that Chase Young dared to touch one hair on his head, than—" He made a motion as if wringing an invisible neck.

Rai nodded, smiling a bit. "Yeah, I agree to that…even though Omi doesn't have a single strand of hair…"

Clay shrugged. "Ya'll know what I mean."

"Yes, we do, Dragon of the Earth. But the question is, how will you be able to carry out that threat?"

Everyone jumped at the cold voice coming from the shadows.

Kimiko swiftly stood and stuck her head through the bars, glaring at the shadows. "Chase Young." She snapped.

Chase smirked as he stepped out from the shadows.

Kimiko glared at him. "How long were you listening?"

Chase ignored her question. "You should not glare, Dragon of the Fire. It does not fit your complexion."

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT MY COMPLEXION!" The Fire Dragon screeched. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO OMI?"

Chase just looked calmly at her. "Nothing, as of now."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Rai demanded.

"Yeah, an' what are ya plannin' 'ta do with him, ya no-good-varmint?" Clay inquired, gripping the bars tightly.

Chase chuckled lightly. "Nothing too painful…if he cooperates. Just in and out and nothing else to it." He said, grinning evilly.

The four prisoners immediately quieted as they started to realize what Chase meant. Then, there was an instant uproar.

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO HIM!"

"YEAH! HE'S JUST A KID!"

"YOU NO-GOOD SICK VARMINT!"

"HE'S BARELY THIRTEEN!"

"HOW CAN YOU THINK OF SOMETHING LIKE THAT?"

"IF YOU DARE TOUCH HIM…"

Chase chuckled as he let the four prisoners scream out insults and threats until they started to grow hoarse. Then, he calmly spoke. "I can do what I wish with him. He is under my power and so are you."

With that, he snapped his fingers and coolly strode out of the opening in the wall, leaving behind four very shocked prisoners.

That's it so far. This ain't gonna be a happy story, I'll warn ya.

Anyways, review and flames will be used to warm my fireplace.