I usually don't like to make up shen gong wu, but its kinda crucial to the plot…well, please don't mind, just read and enjoy, and sorry about the last Chapter (the nothing happening) Please continue to read. Onward men! (I mean…ladies)
Brooke laid back down on the bed not long after Chase had left and gradually began to doze off. Even though she had just awakened moments before, she was still exhausted, and in pain. The only way to escape that was through sleep. Slowly she became less and less aware of her surrounding environment.
Brooke trailed closely behind Caliph as they ran down the hall and towards the living room. Their feet pounded against the hardwood flooring as both of them were put on full alert mode and ready to pounce on any one who might be in their home. Until now, Brooke had never realized just how long the hall seemed to be.
Once he reached the entrance to the living room at the end of the hall, Caliph turned around and stopped Brooke as her head collided into his chest.
"Stay here," he whispered, grabbing onto her shoulders, "If I go down, go get help."
Before she could open her mouth to protest, he had turned around and crept silently into the living room, leaving Brooke pouting in the entrance-way. He was always doing things like this. Not wanting to be the one to blame for ruining the plan, she stayed put as she heard the soft thuds of his foot steps disappear into silence.
This meant either one of two things. He had stopped walking, or he had hit the rug located in the middle of the room. Brooke would personally prefer the second one only because if he had stopped, that meant something had happened to him.
Listening with blazing intensity, Brooke's heart was about to explode from the suspense. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat as a yell came from just through the archway. It was soon followed by another she recognized as Caliph's. The other came again, and so did Caliph's.
Now thoroughly confused, Brooke slowly stepped around the archway to the living room only to see two bickering young men standing in the middle of the living room, between the couch and the coffee table. One was Caliph who was angrily arguing with a young man of 19 with blood red hair running down the entire length of his back, tied in a pony tail only at the very end. He was dressed in a fitting bright red shirt that showed off his muscular physique and blue jeans that did just the opposite.
Brooke sighed as her brother bickered with the boy.
"Ace," she began, leaning against the archway and folding her arms, "What are you doing here?"
Ace Soramaru, son of her mother's closest and oldest friends. He often came around, but unfortunately, that also meant Brooke often had to put up with his and Caliph's constant arguing. For as long as she could remember, they had never gotten along and Brooke never quite understood why, but she wasn't brave enough to try and find out either.
He was somehow distantly related to them, some kind of 10th cousin 8 times removed or something, they only knew he was related because of one tiny detail.
Upon hearing her voice, Ace's demeanor quickly changed from hostile to pleasant as a smile appeared on his face.
"Oh Brooke," he began, now acting as though Caliph weren't there at all, "I hadn't realized you were here."
"Answer the question!" Caliph snapped at him.
"Happy birthday," He continued to ignore Caliph, "Eighteen now. Aren't you excited?"
Caliph's hands lit up black before Brooke could respond and in one sudden movement, sent his fist headed towards Ace's face. Acting as suddenly as Caliph had, Ace's hand glowed a vibrant red and caught Caliph's fist just as it was about to make impact.
"I was just coming to drop this package off from my mom," he said, glancing over to a bag on the couch as black and red sparks were flying everywhere. "how is it my fault if your damn dog was laying right in front of the door?"
Caliph suddenly froze and shot Brooke a worried look. Their eyes both zoomed to what lay in front of the door and sure enough, there was a dog.
Caliph threw Ace back in a sudden burst of force and his hands returned to normal.
"Brooke..." He began, "Did you...?"
"No," Brooke responded before he could even finish his sentence, she knew what the problem was. They didn't have a dog.
Chase's P.O.V.
It had been about three hours since he had left Brooke to rest and Chase was now peering down from the top of the staircase as the door to his lair opened with a loud grumble. In crept Wuya, obviously trying to conceal her presence.
"And where have you been?" Chase demanded from above.
Wuya fell over from fright as she heard Chase's voice boom from above. She looked up with a would be innocent smile on her face.
"Chase," she began nervously, standing up and brushing off the hem of her dress. "I didn't know you were standing there."
"Answer the question," he snapped.
"I, well, uh," She suddenly bent over almost as if in pain, then lifted her head up, revealing bright yellow eyes. "A new shen gong wu has just activated," she said in that raspy voice of hers, "the Strap of Limits-" (anyone who read the first chapter of my other fic, It's a Thin Line, would know I have used this before, im trying to keep incontinuities to a minimum here.) Her eyes returned to normal and she gazed up at Chase pleadingly. "it amplifies the power of anyone who possess it ten times what it was already."
Chase glared down at the 1500 year old heylin witch when everything in his mind suddenly fell into place. He couldn't let young Omi or the monks lay hands on that shen gong wu. It would lead to his certain demise, Omi would some day have the power to overthrow him, and unless he obtained that shen gong wu before the monks did, that day would be today.
"Let's go," he said before remembering that he had an 18 year old woman asleep in one of his rooms. He looked over at the archway which led to the room she was staying in, just left of him. Did he trust her to leave her here alone, or would they be back in time? He didn't trust the witch to go it alone, he couldn't let her lay her hands on it either. He had no other choice than to wake her up and bring her along.
As though summoning her by thought, Brooke appeared in the archway to his left, trying to make the fact that she was holding onto her stomach not so conspicuous. She was failing.
"Sleep well?" he asked conversationally before remembering the matter at hand. "We have to go," He walked over to her and grabbed the hand that wasn't holding on to her stomach and dragged her down the stairs in front of an indignant looking Wuya.
"Who-" she began, but fell silent at one look from Chase.
"Lead the way," he said ignoring the start of her question, and without another moment to lose, they were off. (I noe, vague, but you have to think about it, now does Chase get around?)
Brooke's P.O.V.
She hadn't even been awake five minutes and Chase was already dragging her out to the middle of nowhere with an aching stomach and this cranky old hag. She didn't seem to like Brooke very much, and Brooke didn't know why, but she sensed a magical air about this woman. Was she a witch?
Where was here anyway? Why had chase dragged her out? Why did she have a million and two questions and no answers. It was a desert, she could tell that much. Hot, dry, and from the sun's position in the sky, she figured it to be around five in the afternoon.
Chase and the woman had taken a few steps in their own directions and began staring out into the sea of sand. There was nothing there except Wuya, Chase, Brooke, and sand. Sand for as long as the eye could see.
"Well," chase said impatiently, "Where is it?"
"It's here!" the woman said quickly, throwing up her hands, "It's still here." She looked around at the sand again, "Probably buried somewhere underneath all this dirt."
"Sand," Brooke corrected without thinking. But really, how could anyone mistake sand for dirt?
"What," the hag asked, daring her to repeat herself.
"Its sand, not dirt." Brooke said without looking her way.
Silence fell upon them as a gentle breeze collided against all of them, causing slight ripples in the sand. Brooke could sense the old woman's anger spewing out and mentally laughed at her.
"Silence you two," Chase commanded taking a step forward and looking up. "We have company."
Both Brooke and the woman tilted their heads skyward and saw a long, green tube hovering ahead.
What is that thing?
"The monks!" Wuya exclaimed and began frantically scrapping up the sand with her hands.
What were they so desperate to find? Who were the monks? Were they after the same thing Chase was? Again with the questions.
Brooke stood behind Chase whose eyes seemed to light up dangerously at the sight of the green tube. Looking back up, the flying object was now a mere fifty feet away, and Brooke could make out four lumps on the back of it.
Without thinking, Brooke's hands began to glow white, but quickly returned to normal as she felt a slight sting prickling at her shoulder. She slapped her hand over her arm to hide the mark which had now reappeared.
Damnit! If I cant used my magic, or my martial arts, I'm completely defenseless. She thought about this a second. Techinically, she could use both no problem, but the repercussions would be painful. Would she have to rely on Chase as defense?
The thing flying now landed twenty feet shy of where Chase stood and the four lumps hopped off. Squinting her eyes, Brooke could make the thing out to be a… dragon? And the lumps to be four kids. Chase looked a them and folded his arms, the kids returned his gaze with looks of despise.
Brooke did the math. ChaseEvil, so Chase's enemies good. Right? But what about that bean she had heard about. He's evil too and probably Chase's biggest enemy. Did that mean these kids were bad too? Brooke was getting a headache from all these questions.
"WHERE IS IT!" Wuya exclaimed from behind, but both Chase and Brooke promptly ignored her.
Brooke stood there in anticipation. What was going to happen? She'd just have to hope for the best…but prepare for the worst.
OH the suspense…ok not really. Well, that's basically it, and I am proud to say that I have stuck to the 1500 min for these last two chapters. Well im off then chaps, til next time. Eternal Smooches.