Yeah, yeah, I know I forgot the disclaimer for every chapter but the first one.

Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me!

Previously on Xiaolin Murder...

Omi went back to his room. He thought of Dojo, the group of people, the murderer, what Master Fung had said who the suspect might be, and for some strange reason thought about Master Fung's handwriting. It was really familiar, but Omi could not put his finger on it...

...until it hit like a sack of bricks.

TBC

Chapter 8: Feeling of Betrayal

Omi could not believe it. He couldn't believe it. He would never believe it. He wouldn't even dream of believing it.

But all the clues pointed to his direction.

His direction.

Omi thought he was good.

Omi thought that he would not hurt something or someone that did not deserve it.

But in reality, it was the opposite.

All the clues pointed to his direction.

Omi could not believe that Master Fung, his master, his teacher, his role-model, his friend, would betray and hurt his friends.

Physically and emotionally, hurt them.

Murder them even.

But...

...Why?

Had they done something that betrayed Master Fung?

Something that made him mad?

Something that betrayed everything good?

What had they done?

If they had done something such as this, then Omi would not have done it.

So it was safe to say that he was probably safe, right?

Omi thought about what he had just thought.

No! His friends would never do anything like that! Except Raimundo, that is. No, even Raimundo would never do that, again!

His friends were the bringers of good and justice, protectors of the weak and innocent, scavengers of the mythical items and stopping evil, namely Jack Spicer, from using them to rule the world.

If his friends were bringers of good, then doesn't that mean that whoever killed them was evil?

If Master Fung killed them, then wouldn't that mean he was evil?

And if Master Fung was evil and murdering the bringers of good, then wouldn't that mean that Omi, himself was next?

He was next!

Omi ran right out of his room and ran through the hallway where he met Dojo previously that day, ran past Dojo's bloody corpse, ran outside to notice that it was nighttime, and headed for the gate.

Omi was not excepting to run into the very person he was running from.

TBC