To all my viewers out there who thought I ditched the story, I DIDN'T DITCH THE STORY! I am so sorry that it took me so long to update – school, EW. I would really like to thank all of the patient (or maybe impatient 00) readers who put their credence in me to keep on going! YOU GUYS ROCK. This is a more action-y weird short one, so I'm sorry if you're disappointed. There will be more love in the next chapter – I promise.

Chapter Eleven

Raimundo's Point of View

The three of us ran out of the room, blood rushing in our arteries. After turning into the first hall, I saw a load of crevices in the walls, ceiling and ground. I looked to my left and right, seeing Clay and Omi looking very brave. I didn't know what they felt on the inside though…scared, maybe? I knew I was scared. That was probably because of the Kimiko incident though. I hoped it would pass by.

From another room passed a figure. I winced, trying to tell what the figure was…it had the resemblance of a dark lump with a head, legs, and arms. How descriptive. Another one of different shape and size scurried from corridor to corridor. Then another. Then another.

I looked to my allies once again, and made sure that they were right there just in case something would happen to me…

A muffled scream rang out. My eyes darted around as I raced down the next hallway to find Kimiko being strangled by four strange figures.

Kimiko was a pathetic (dictionary definition) sight. Hair messy, she wore a pair of Xiaolin robes in shreds. A sock was stuffed into her mouth and covered with tape as she thrashed around with distressed grunting, and I could easily tell that her eyes were welling up with tears.

I called out her name and sprinted toward the strange figures so that I could free the damsel in distress. In my impulsive assault, I forgot that I did not have the Blade of the Nebula or the Sword of the Storm on me at the moment. I held out my right hand and mustered my element: "Xiaolin Shoku, Wind!" As the blinding white orb of Gale formed in my hand, I screamed in agony as I looked down to see my knife gash split the scab and begin the bleed again.

'Damn. Today is just NOT my day.'

In immense pain I lashed onto the floor as if entranced with a seizure, and the blobs of darkness did not even lay a tentacle thing on me at all yet. In blurred vision, I was able to see the shapes striking Kimiko until she was so weak she was unable to cry or breathe. As one of the forms held her in place just in case, the three separated slowly to reveal the most horrifying sight I could behold – my friends and I.

It was as if I had been beckoned into the dream-world of my fears and everything for them had come true. A silhouette of all of me and all of my friends stood in a ghastly manner. They were covered in a black nightshade of hue as if their emotion was depicted in their stature. The only teasing features of them were their eyes – two tiny circles of gray derived of sentiment and pity and filled with indifferent-hatred paradox.

I shivered in their formidability as Anti-Raimundo grabbed me. The Antis of Clay and Omi fought with each other and I was only conscious enough to see them both defeated.

It was too hard for me to do anything at all. It was impossible for me to say anything. But the only thing that I could think was this:

'I'm sorry, Kimiko.'

Ruwot: Okay. Uh…where's Master Fung? He could've saved these pathetic guys.

Master Fung: (In his office listening to his iPod) I LOVE CANDY AND YOU'RE SO DANDY! BUTTERCUP DANCER I…LOVE…YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUU!

Ruwot: Uh…wow. That was very…DISTURBING GO GET A PSYCHIATRIST.

Master Fung: And my next song is "R & R!"

Ruwot: What the f. Just R & R. PLEASE!!!