dl-sPirit:(nervously) Uh, hey, I have chapter three here. Ferret's with DeafLizgon, trying to get Draio.I just need to let you know - it's sorta optional...DON'T KILL ME!

Omi: Why is she so nervous?

Jack: Well, this isn't really a Rai-fan chapter...

Omi: Oh. Was this why she kept throwing up last night?

dl-sPirit: Yeah. Well, you people know the disclaimer. Omi, Jack, answer the reviews while I go hide.

To DeafLizgon: Omi: Well, it didn't really take over. dl-sPirit says to watch out for it, though. It may. And she is pleased to hear that you areplanning another story.

To Kosmic: Jack: My cookie! (eats cookie)

To Genna/celestial-gal: Omi: Here is your update!

To Kaisa: Jack:...want some asprin?

To Rave slave: Omi: dl-sPirit says Raimundo will be ok in the end.

To Satoshi Silver Syoran: Jack: You're welcome. And actually, Escuro doesn't really look like Raimundo's dragon form.

Everyone: What!

Jack: dl-sPirit showed me a picture. He looks...weird.

Omi: o.0 Well, if you are a Raimundo fan and/or you have a weak stomach, dl-sPirit advises that you don't read this. Here it is...

(Jack and Omi run and hide)

Jack could only groan as he heard Raimundo. Choking, thrashing around; this was, what, the fifth time this month? Jack could scarcely believe that the collar was once again too tight. He turned to two of his robots; he had made them specifically for this job, after the second time. "You know what to do," he said before beginning work on an upgraded chameleon-bot. The robots nodded and hovered over to Raimundo's cage.

Inside, Raimundo was trying his hardest to breathe. Why did this keep happening? With the food he was getting, the collar should be getting looser, not tighter. But nothing made sense anymore to him, so what difference did it make? He saw one of the robots aim the dart gun at him and fire. The paralysis dart hit its mark and Raimundo went limp. The second robot opened the cage, loosened the collar, and got out and locked the cage again. The two robots flew back to Jack.

Jack waited about three minutes before he heard Raimundo's groan and him getting up. Jack shook his head. The first two times, Jack had tried numerous things to keep Raimundo still - sedatives, temporary paralysis darts, knockout gas - but it didn't work. Then, when Jack tried the long-lasting paralysis darts, it worked - for about three minutes. Jack's first thought was that he had been ripped off. But when he tested on on Katnappe, she had been stuck for about an hour, so that possibilty was ruled out. Jack's guess was that Raimundo had an immunity of some sort to the stuff.

Meanwhile, Wuya watched as Raimundo finally settled down in a corner of the cage. She was beginning to worry. Over the past month, he had seemed to become more submissive. She knew the brazilian - the only times he was submissive was when he either had a plan or if he was controlled by shen-gong-wu. She wondered if he had found a way to escape. There was one way to find out.

Making sure that he didn't notice, she shrunk down and went into Raimundo's mind. She noticed something right off the bat: Raimundo had sensed her and yet he seemed to not care. Last time Wuya had been in his mind, he had tried to block her. The heylin witch-ghost was surprised. Why didn't he even try to half-heartily block her. She began to dig through his memories.

Much to Wuya's disappointment, Raimundo's memories had been organized in a haphazard way. She sighed as she began her search. Most of the memories she had found at first were when he had betrayed his friends (and when he had returned), when he had learned that he couldn't go back with his friends, and when he had first become a were-dragon. Then, she found it.

The memory was an imagined one, she realized, but the details were so vivid, it almost passed for a real one. It was the abundance of shadows and their shapes that tipped Wuya off. She could imagine him as an artist. Yet, as she looked at the memory, well, if she had a stomach, she would've been sick to it. Only one word could describe it: gory.

It was of a boy. His face was hidden in the shadows.(A/N: if you get sick easily, leave now. I don't want to clean up any vomit) He had been slashed open completely, his insides hanging out somewhat. His windpipe had been torn away. His heart had been cut out, missing. Blood pooled around the body. People passed by, but none of them spared a passing glance to the corpse. A winged figure stood over the body, fangs and claws gleaming with crimson blood.

Even though his face was hidden in the shadows, Wuya recognized the boy in the "memory" - and if she could've fainted, she would have. She flew out of Raimundo's head and changed back to her normal size. It would be best to let Jack know. They couldn't let the "memory" become a reality.

The winged figure had been a dragon. The boy had been Raimundo.

dl-sPirit: Eh, that stunk. It was sorta to explain how Raimundo was doing.

Jack: 0.0 scary...

Omi: He wants to kill himself?

dl-sPirit: It's more like he knowsEscuro can kill him. Maybe I was too detailed...what do you think, Jack?...Jack? (hears retching noise) Aw, great.

Omi: Please review. And don't lynch dl-sPirit!