A/N: Okay, this is the last. I just need to include some things that I neglected earlier.
1.)Disclaimer: I do not own, nor claim to own, Xiaolin Showdown. All Characters and Trademarks belong to their respective creators.
2.)Potential Spoilers: Seeing as I have no idea where everyone stands in the series, this story entails: Solid Wuya, Chase Young, and Hannibal Roy Bean.
"Excellent," a voice chuckled, "Things are working out just fine. The Xiaolin warriors'll take Jack in, train him, and then…"
"That's where we come in, right?"
"My dear, I do believe that you are of a far greater intellect than I had once assumed. Once Jack is allowed to train to Wudai status, he'll get the crushing news that he was never a chosen one, therefore, he can reach no higher level. He'll be crushed and turn to us, my dear witch, for guidance."
"And, how do we know that Jack will have the attention span to train all the way to Wudai?"
"All he needs is an incentive. Once he finds out that Chase started the fire that destroyed his life, he will become an enemy of evil. Changing him back, however, won't be nearly as hard as deterring him."
"But Chase didn't…"
"You and I know that, but does Jack?"
"But… If he goes good, then why would he believe us?"
"I have the Moby Morpher, don't I? When the time comes, Jack'll get a little visit from Mommy, telling him all about how Chase Young set his home on fire…"
"But… Jack's parents didn't know about Chase… did they?"
"Indeed not, but a vivid description'll do just fine."
"What if Jack doesn't pick up on it?"
"Oh he will. Mother Dearest'll make sure of that."
Ominous laughter echoed through the barren land. Inside the orb, Wuya watched as the monks took Jack and lead him from the cemetery.
"Oblivious," she grumbled before cackling madly.
"Enough!" Hannibal commanded, "I can't stand it when you think you can laugh when I'm laughing."
"Um, sorry."
"Fine. Now all that's left is the waiting."
"Waiting?" Wuya moaned.
"Do you want to over-throw Chase or not?"
Wuya nodded.
"Then we must wait until the time is upon us to strike against him using our newest puppet."
They cackled once more.
High above them in the dead branches of a nearby tree sat a lonely crow that watched their every move.
"Get rid of me, will they? Well, we'll see about that."