DISCLAIMER:

Here to present my disclaimer before my readers is none other than myself and my temp secretary, Chase. Everybody welcome Chase.:readers applause as Chase steps out behind curtain.:

Sasha: Ha ha, and thats enough .:applause stops:. Ok, so I'm here to tell you that i do not NEED a disclaimer because i do in fact, own xiaolin showdown, thats right me and Christy settled things over some coffee-

Chase: .:whispers something in Sasha's ears:.

Sasha: Uh huh, uh huh...oh...

Well people, sorry for the interruption, but as it turns out, i do NOT own xiaolin showdown...apparently it was all just an elaborate dream...

Audience member: .:coughs:.

Sasha:sitting rather stiffly in chair: Well then...on with the fic

Ok, the third Chase fic. Hopefully it goes well. I had an idea for a 4th one but scrapped it immediately. PLEASE read and review. And if this Ch. is boring, stick around, i promise itll get interesting.

Name: Brooke Soyan

Age: 18

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 100 lbs

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Black

Got to get away. I have GOT to get away.

It was dark as Brooke Soyan limped through a dense forest clutching on to her right arm. Rain was falling nonstop and she, along with her clothes, were soaking wet. She wore a black short sleeved overshirt above a slightly revealing black sun top. Her long flared pants were black as were her ankle high, high heeled boots.

Hair strands stuck to her face as she searched for salvation. She only had enough energy for one more attack, and not even a strong one. She was completely defenseless.

Suddenly, stepping into a deep puddle of mud, Brooke was forced to stop. She pulled her foot out and looked back for a second. All she could see and hear was the rain pouring down on the leaves and bushes. Brooke turned back around and nearly died of fright.

"Where you going little sis?" A tall man of about six feet asked as Brooke bumped into his muscular chest and fell back. He had pure white shoulder length hair and the eyes to match it. He wore a long white trench coat on top of a white muscle shirt and white cargo pants. (kind of a neo style in white.)

Brooke stared up at him from the ground, breathing hard.

"Caliph, please." she uttered, trying to scoot backwards.

For every inch she went back, Caliph took one forward.

"Please what?" he scoffed, "You are a traitor to the Soyan famliy. We cant have you running around ruining our good name."

"Good name my ass."

The words escaped her mouth before she could stop them.

With fury in his eyes, Caliph's hands suddenly lit up with a black aura.

"It is my job to eliminate you," he brought his left hand in front of his sister's face. "Good bye."

"Like hell it is!" Brooke uttered flipping backwards on to her feet and kicking his hand upward in the process.

Brooke had landed on her feet, but quickly dropped to her knees again. She looked up to see a huge beam of onyx light sear straight through the treetops.

Brooke shot her brother a quick glance before scrambling to her feet. She began to run as fast as she could in the opposite direction, clutching onto her arm once again.

"You cant escape Brooke." She heard him yell, "I will always find you."

Damn it!

Brooke didnt bother to look back. She kept running until she found herself on a stone pathway. The sudden change in texture caused her to stop involuntarily. She looked up ahead and saw a huge cave. The place did not have the feeling of "come on in" but she had no other choice.

Picking up her feet again, Brooke ran down the short path. At the end of it, she found herself almost crashing into a giant stone door.

She put her hands out to stop and the rest of her body gently thudded against it. She whipped her head around for a second and then turned back to the door.

Brooke pushed off of it and took a step back from the wall. She held both her hands up and they began eminating a white aura and with all of her energy, she began to lift them higher.

The door suddenly began to glow white as well as her hands shook furiously in resistance. Concentrating with intensity, the door began to rise with her hands.

Once it was tall enough, Brooke ran inside and once again fell to her knees. Behind her she heard the door slam down and felt a brief gust of wind blow against her back.

Brooke slumped over and reclapsed her arm. It was throbbing horribly. She was breathing hard and she felt the water droplets roll off of her onto a...marble...floor?

She slowly lifted her head up and realized that she was not in a dark and dingy area as she had imagined, but rather a beautiful room with sort of a turquoise hue to it.

The very first thing she noticed was the outrageously large staircase in front of her. Beyond that there seemed to be buildings, as well as statues and watterfalls along the walls. In certain areas of the walls there were entrance ways to different rooms.

What is this place? Better yet...who owns it?

Brooke stood up with only slight difficulty and dragged herself to a corner containing a staue of a lion. She gawked at the details in amazement. It was so lifelike.

She slowly made her way to touch it and to her utter shock it snapped its jaws at her.

Brook involuntarily let out a scream as the lion began to walk dangerously toward her. She began to back up holding up one hand.

"Down kitty...good kitty"

"Who are you and why have you come?" a voice called out from behind her.

As the lion began to circle her, Brooke quickly turned around to face her speaker. All she could see however, was the sihloutte of a man in armor at the top of a stair case.

Refocusing her attention back to the cat, and eyeing it with caution, Brooke responded to the man.

"My name is Brooke Soyan," she hesitated before she mentioned her last name. "I'm sorry to intrude in your home, but I needed somewhere to go. I didnt know this was a place of residence."

"Well now you do," the voice remarked coldly. "So leave at once."

Brooke stood there for a second watching the cat circle her before speaking again.

"Please," she began, "let me stay if just a night or two. I will give you anything you want for your hospitality."

"What I want," he said "is for you to be gone."

"Please!" she urged through gritted teeth.

The man was silent for a second.

"You couldn't possibly give me what I want," he said idly.

"Dont be so sure."

The man continued to stare down at her from his staircase and Brooke could tell he was thinking about it.

"You can stay," he said, "but later I will ask some thing of you, and you must give your word to me now, to do whatever it is, no matter what."

Brooke wasn't sure about this, but she had little options.

"I give my word." she finally consented.

He snapped his fingers and the lion ran up the stairs and sat down beside him.

In a sudden flash his sihlouette was gone and Brooke sensed something beside her. She turned around expecting the man to be standing there, but found herself facing nothing.

With confusion written all over her face, she turned and nearly jumped out her skin.

Standing in front of her was an average height man of Asian heritage with long black hair. His eyes were orange and he had slit pupils. He wore samurai-like armor.

Re-collecting her composure and doing her best to appear nonchalant, Brooke bowed slightly.

"And you are..." she asked the man standing less than a foot away from her.

He smirked and placed his hands behind his back.

"Chase Young."

Orriginally she was 19, but there were storiy incontinuities later on down the line. well chappies thats it 4 round 1, please review 2 let me noe wat u think...or my monkeys will be coming after u.