Xiaolin Showdown does not belong to me!
Previously on Xiaolin Murder...
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.
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Chapter 9: Cat and Mouse
"Where are you going, Omi?" Master Fung said sarcastically.
"Out of the way, from you!" Omi said before running.
Master Fung sighed. "Why must there always be a chase involved?"
Master Fung started after Omi and mumbled, "I'm getting to old for this."
Omi was running for his life. He was trapped at the temple.
Master Fung had bolted the gates to keep Omi from escaping. Omi wondered how he could have bolted the gates, when just a few hours ago, they were open. But, now was not the time to be wondering about that.
Master Fung stopped chasing Omi. He realized in order to catch Omi, he must be different in the way he had murdered the others, he had to set a trap.
Omi slowed his pace but did not stop when he realized Master Fung was not following.
Master Fung.
Omi did not know why he still called Master Fung, 'Master Fung'. It was probably because that's what Omi had called him all his life. Omi had to keep his mind straight.
He thought about where he could hide before he had a chance to escape and leave the temple.
The vault? He could protect himself with the Shen-Gong-Wu sure, but Master Fung had gotten smart and installed a protection spell on it to prevent Jack Spicer from stealing the contents inside. Great time for it too...
The Bedrooms? Too obvious.
Master Fung's office? He would probably be there.
Omi went through the other buildings around in his mind, but could not find anywhere suitable, except for one place. No one else knew about that place, he thought.
Omi managed to climb on top of the building where the bedrooms were. He then tapped his foot around to find the loose board. He found it and removed it. He looked inside. It was dark. He shrugged and crawled inside, putting the board back in place.
Omi crawled around until he found his lamp and opened it. When Kimiko, Raimundo, and Clay arrived at the temple for the first time, they had introduced Omi to technology. He was very thankful for his battery-powered lamp.
Omi looked around at his secret hiding place he had discovered when he was younger. He came here when he needed to think. He stopped coming here, a short time after the others had arrived. It was very dusty in there. All that was in the very small room were empty crates. Omi sat down and hugged his knees. He was all alone now.
Master Fung sat in his office admiring the trap he had just set. He put his hands behind his head and rested his legs on his desk. Now there was nothing left to do but wait. Omi needed to think that he could not find him. Then, that was the time to strike.
A voice interupted his thoughts.
"Aren't you gonna go after him?"
"Yes, and now."
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Just to let reviewers know, the next few chapters will be about Master Fung's past and his motives.