"Omi …"

"What a shame," Said Wuya in mock sympathy, "He was so young. Oh well these things happen."

Wuya suddenly stumbled backwards as an ear piercing scream filled her head. She tried to cover her ears by it was coming from inside of her. She fell into the cave war, swearing loudly.

"STOP IT!" She screeched.

"YOU KILLED HIM! YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING YOU GET!"

"IF YOU HADN'T KILLED ME, IF YOU HAD JUST HANDED RAIMUNDO BACK OVER TO ME, NONE OF THIS WOULD BE HAPPENING! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

Wuya listened for the reply, but there wasn't one. Kimiko obviously did have anything left to say to her. However, Wuya knew she wasn't gone. She would be there in a little way with some other way of trying to torment her, but she couldn't win. Raimundo would die, Clay would die, Dojo would die and Kimiko would be so broken she could never claim control. She would be there, but she would be blaming herself constantly and Wuya would never have to worry about her again. It was a seamless plan … more or less.

"How are we supposed to open this one without one of us dying?" Asked Raimundo.

Clay glanced at him. His face was blank, but there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes that he had only ever seen once before; in Kimiko, when she was walking away from Wuya, burning into nothing but a charcoal skeleton.

"I'm not sure," Said clay, running his hand over the door, "Maybe this one will just open normally."

Raimundo raised an eyebrow and Clay shook his head. He knew that the chances of that would be about as likely as Wuya just deciding that she'd hop out of Kimiko, join the good side and skip into the sunset while picking daisies.

"There's no hole in this door, there's no handle, no trap … that we can see," Said Raimundo, "So what's the catch?"

"Maybe there isn't one," Said Clay, "Maybe it's just not supposed to open."

"That's easily sorted." Said Raimundo.

He stepped backwards, filing all the power of the wind, all his strength into his hand before lashing out. His fist connected with the stone and it immediately began to crack in every direction. Then it began to crumble.

"Come on." That Raimundo, stepping over the broken rock on the ground.

"I really don't get you sometimes." Said Clay, shaking his head.

"What do you mean?" Asked Raimundo.

"Well, if you can't think of a solution, you hit it until it breaks." Said Clay, "Why don't you try looking at it from every angle?"

"Because that wastes time," Said Raimundo, "And that's what Wuya wants me to do."

Clay knew he was right. He walked behind him … when suddenly the ground gave way. He fell down and clung onto a rock jutting out from the inside of the ground.

"Raimundo!" He shouted.

Raimundo turned around. There was a large gap in the ground. He ran over to it. Clay was clinging onto a sticking out rock for dear life.

"Hold on!" Raimundo called.

"WELL WHAT ELSE AM I GOING TO DO?"

Wuya stared blankly up the dark passage. In the very distance she could see a tiny light and a silhouette. Raimundo. He had made it this far, but would Clay? She doubted it, but just to make sure …

The rock Clay was clinging onto suddenly became serrated and sharp. His hands were suddenly torn and bleeding. Clay cried out with pain. Raimundo was once again summoning the wind. A large gust lifted Clay away from the rock, but after breaking through the stone door Raimundo's power was weak and the wind dropped.

Raimundo flung out his hand and grabbed hold of Clay's, his palm slippery with the blood. He slipped a little.

"Don't let go!" Said Raimundo, holding on tight.

"Why do you insist on pointing out the obvious?" Asked Clay bitterly.

"Sorry, it's a habit!" Grunted Raimundo, trying to get a tighter grip, "Can't you use your earth power?"

"There's no earth below me and pulling it out of the sides will make the ground unstable; you'll fall in too." Explained Clay and Raimundo tried to pull him up.

Clay tried to find grip on the wall, but they had been split so cleanly that he couldn't. They were as smooth a polished glass. Suddenly the floor started to crack again, this time beneath Raimundo. Wuya was making sure that the ground couldn't hold them both.

"You can't hold on," Said Clay, "Let me go."

"WHAT?" Shouted Raimundo, "I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU GO YOU IDIOT!"

"You've got to," Said Clay quietly, "It can't hold both of us."

"YES … IT … CAN!" Shouted Raimundo as clay's hand slipped further down.

Clay smiled. He remembered how he had first found Raimundo in Kimiko's room after Kimiko had brought him back from the mountains after he had escaped from Wuya. He had been suspicious and hadn't trusted him, but he trusted Kimiko's judgement and had let him stay. He had even tried to help him. It was hard to believe that even after all that, for a little while, everything had been perfect. Kimiko and Raimundo had been together, Omi and Master Fung had both been alive, the temple wasn't in ruins and the four of them had been best friends again, just like when they first came to the temple. Just like they had been before they had even started taking the whole Xiaolin Dragon thing seriously. It was amazing how much they had all grown up since them, especially Raimundo and Kimiko. It was amazing how half a year can make everything seem like there wasn't a worry in the world. It was shame; he was never going to see the world that way again.

"Save her, I have faith in you man," He whispered, "Bye Rai."

With that, he shifted his hand enough to make it slip out of Raimundo's grasp all together.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Raimundo.

The last sight he saw before Clay was gone, was his smiling face and the look of peace and determination. Save her. That's what he said … well Raimundo was going to save her, even if it meant killing both of them in the process, because Wuya wasn't going to win!

"Save her, I have faith in you …"

(A/N) OMG! WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE? WHY DID I START THIS STORY? I'M SUCH A STUPID BITCH! I'm so sorry, but a tragedy has to be tragic and I planned it this way. When I started writing I never thought about doing this, but I ran out of ideas and this was the best one I got. For some reason I'm going through a depressing stage. Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Thanks for reading; I understand if you hate me. Luv Becky.