Author's Note: YAY! Finally, I'm done! I know it's taken forever and a day, but here it is! The last chapter of the story! It's pretty shocking that I got off my lazy ass and actually did it! In all fairness though, my lappy was in the store for repairs for two weeks and I could do any writing at all. And as a thank you to all of you guys for being patient and giving me such great feedback on the story I've included an epilogue at the end of the chapter!

So Sorry Darth Maud-dib. You kept asking for a back story, but there isn't one. I was trying to keep her so shallow that she didn't even need a back-story. Although after doing this last chapter I kind of wish I had!

Well, read and enjoy!

Chapter Six: To Face His Doom

Saturday

Chase growled as he looked in the mirror. He was screwed. There was no way out of this. He had tried all week to get rid of Morgan.

Well, if this wasn't a fan fiction he probably would have tried even harder and succeeded, but that leaves us with no plot. Of course this whole story has been one major plot hole considering Hannibal Bean was locked in the Ying-Yang world during the medieval times of King Arthur. Therefore he would not have known the original Morgan Le Faye and he would not have become a good friend of the family. Of course there's always the theory he could have used the Sands of Time to go back an-

"Shut up and get on with the damn story!" Chase snapped. Cranky bitch... "Just keep it up! When I'm released from this story- You'll die first!"

What about the weatherman? Chase growled ominously showing his lack of patients. So without another moments delay back to the story!

Just as Chase was contemplating secretly murdering Morgan and making Jack the scapegoat, there was a knock on the door. He turned around to see the Xiaolin Monks standing there. They were all giving him the same damning looks, especially Kimiko.

"This is your last chance. Call off this wedding or else." Kimiko stated rather bitter.

"Or else what?" Chase asked. He was actually curious. There was an awkward pause. Kimiko looked hot and flustered. Her temper really was going to get the better of her one day.

"Because! Because I said so! That's why! Whatever you have planned isn't going to work Chase!" She yelled enraged. Chase just rolled his eyes.

"My only plan is to figure a way out of this mess." There was another awkward pause after Chase's last statement.

"You wha?" Kimiko couldn't seem to grasp what he was saying. Rai moved passed her waving his hands as if calling a time out.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Let's get this straight! You don't like Kimiko's friend?"

"Hate her." Chase scowled.

"But you're getting married to her?" asked Clay for Rai.

Chase just growled and crossed his arms showing his irritation. The monks looked at each other seeming even more confused. Kimiko spoke up again.

"But you wrote her letters!"

"No. Hannibal wrote those! He is trying to trap me into marrying the most high maintenance brat out of spite. I can't just refuse or I'll have to fight with Lance."

"What so bad about that?" Omi added to the conversation.

"We'd destroy the world." The Heylin master said dryly. "Long fan fiction short, I need Morgan to be the one to call it off or life on this planet won't exist anymore or I'm stuck with her until she dies."

They stood there with another pause of silence. They all seem to be thinking. Omi was the first to say anything.

"Why not just tell Morgan the truth. If she really does like you then she'll understand."

"Dude are you serious! You can't just waltz up to a woman and tell her you don't love her! That's like suicide!" Rai cried. A debate broke out amongst the monks about whether honesty was the best policy in this case. Chase shook his head and walked out. He knew what he had to do. Even if it was 'suicide'.

Morgan was sitting in front of the vanity. She didn't feel good. She knew deep down something was wrong, but she couldn't quite place her finger on it. Looking at her veil, which she had yet to put on, she tried to push all her worries down. It was going to be her day and no one was going to mess it up! Her mom had even lent Morgan the wedding dress from her wedding. It fit like a glove! Morgan heard the door behind her open, close, and lock. She waited for him to speak. She had somehow known Chase had come to speak with her.

"Morgan."

"You know Chase, it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony." She looked at him with her big sparkling blue eyes. He hated those eyes. They made him feel squishy inside. The kind of squishy that ended up on the floor.

"We need to talk. Honestly." She smiled softly waiting for what he had to say. Chase opened his mouth just when the though hit him Don't say it! It will be better if you just don't say it! Chase quickly smothered those thoughts. "I don't love you."

Morgan's smile dropped. Chase continued as the tension in the air thickened.

"This has all been Hannibal Bean's plot to spite me. Those letters aren't from me."

Morgan sat there like a sponge looking at her lap, absorbing everything Chase said. Chase stopped talking. Things in the room were warmer than they had been a minute ago. Sweat began rolling down Chase's face. Instantly pink flames combusted around the vanity. Chase's eye darted back at Morgan to see her crazed eyes ignite with fury.

"You don't love me?" She hissed. It suddenly hit him as the flames began to swallow the whole room. He looked into her fierce blue eyes. Hannibal didn't want to annoy Chase or see him fight to the death with Lance. Oh no. He wanted Chase to say the wrong thing to Morgan. She was a ticking time bomb and her countdown had just hit zero. "You bastard!"

The guests were beginning to take their seats when an explosion shook the citadel. Rushes of hot pink flames burst through one of the halls like a giant blow torch. Guests panicked and ran for the nearest exit. In the mid of all the chaos Hannibal was laughing maniacally. He hadn't figured Morgan would explode so soon! Chase was either dead or in the process of being killed. It was so wonderful when a plan came together so well!

Morgan clawed at Chase amid the flames. She snatched at his hair and pulled the dark Heylin master down to her eye level. He could see the violent sparks dancing wildly in her eyes.

"We were supposed to be happy together!"

Pulling out of her grasp, Chase tried to avoid the flames around them. It seemed like the flames just rolled of her skin. If he didn't think of something Morgan was going to roast him. Suddenly, the flames blacken. Morgan's eye glowed malevolently.

"I loved you!"

Chase gasped as he sat up. He was in the main hall suddenly. Hannibal was laughing at him from the other side. He felt his chest only to find it bruised and burnt severely. That girl had moved within a split second. What a time to for him to not wear any armor! Stupid sorcerer robes. He looked up and saw a gaping hole in the wall where Morgan had punched him through. The wretched girl was standing in the hole in the wall looking at him hatefully. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorn. Damn it! She gives new meaning to that saying! Chase thought. He stood up and readied himself to fight her. He wasn't going to die so easily. Morgan jumped through the hole and stalked her way over to Chase.

The fight began in no time. Morgan was literally pouring on the heat as every punch and kick she threw was laced in flames. As for Chase, he took a more defensive approach as he waited for openings before making an attack. Morgan stole her leg under Chase's in an attempt to make him fall, but he quickly snatched her arm and pulled her down with him. Morgan hit the ground hard. She hadn't expected him to get her like that. Out of the corner of his eye he spied the fountain. Without much thinking as he got up he tossed Morgan in the fountain. She screeched as the water and flames created steam. She attempted to get out only having Chase kick her back in. Finally, she came up to the surface completely extinguished and coughing for air. Chase pulled her up to the side and let her hold on the wall of the fountain as if she was just a little kid at the pool. As the steam cleared the monks and her father showed up trying to figure out what was going on.

"Morgan?" Lance asked his daughter. He was horrified by her aggressive appearance. Yes. The girl had a temper, but he had no idea that this was lurking inside of his little girl the whole time. She seemed to have finally calmed down, but her eyes still held a smoldering homicidal craze to them. This time she wouldn't go back to being 'normal'.

"No! No! No!" Hannibal screeched. "That little basket case was supposed to turn you into a pile of ashes!"

He lashed out at Chase with full force. Chase felt a tug backward and fell into the fountain. He resurfaced out of red water instead of clear. Morgan and Hannibal were no were to be seen. Lance frantically pulled his daughter up from the surface of the water. Blood was everywhere.

That evening Morgan was bundled up tight in a magic restraining straight jacket and half her face was covered in bandages. After Hannibal missed his original target and hit Morgan instead he shrank in size and fled on Ying-Ying. He was furious that his plans hand gone well.

As for Lance, he was devastated that Morgan what mentally insane. After she had been bandaged up he refused to see her. He felt ashamed that he hadn't realized her illness after seventeen years of caring for her. Before she was to be hauled off to the mental institution Chase grabbed her for a word alone.

"Morgan. Why did you-"

"Because if anyone kills you it's going to be me." She coldly answered before he could finish the question. He nodded satisfied with her response. "And also because I still love you."

Chase raised an eyebrow. After all that drama and knowing that he hates her she still loved him. No wonder she was mentally wacked! It must have been that Mary-sue thing… The men in white finally showed up to take her way.

"Good bye Chase. Make sure to keep an eye out for me." She smiled cheerfully. "Because when I'm done desecrating Hannibal's body, your next sweetie muffin! Kisses!"

"Get the Hell out of my house." Chase growled.

Epilogue:

A Year Later

A pretty nurse with long honey blond locks knock on the young mistresses' door. The mistress was very irritable. She heard what sounded to be a cursing. She bit her lip in terror. Honestly, she had no idea why she had taken this job at the Rosewood Institution for the Mentally and Magically Ill.

"Sir, I really don't think the mistress is feeling well enough to see anyone right now…" The nurse turned the visitor. The man gave her a stern look that made her feel like no matter what she did she was in trouble. The poor woman gulped and call into ward of the asylum. "Miss. Le Faye! You have a visitor!"

"I'll burn all of you!" Morgan screeched though the door. "You think I'll stay in this god forsaken hole forever!? I will kill you all!"

The nurse backed away from the door as Morgan began screaming. It looked like the doctors would have to double the meds and magic restraints again. The man behind her rolled his eyes. He roughly shoved the nurse away taking the keys.

"W-Wait sir! She's not stable right now! P-Please wait until the doctors give her, her medicine!"

"I'll be fine. She won't hurt me." He unlocked the door and went in to the lion's den leaving an awe struck nurse standing in the hall.

Morgan was sitting in the corner of her padded cell in her straight jacket. Over her right eye was an eye patch, but it didn't cover the whole scar on her once flawless face. Her one blue eye glowered with the same bitter insanity that it had a year ago. An eerie smile crept up her face.

"Well, I never thought I'd see you come here. Especially seeing as how I'm going to kill you first!" Morgan screamed. Her face was contorted with fury as she tried to release herself from her jacket. The man smiled a similar smile that Morgan had only far more toothy. She looked up with her one shimmering blue eye. "You can stop playing masquerade now-"

The man began to melt away and give shape to his true form.

"Dear Uncle Hannibal." Spat Morgan.

"Now, now my dear. You wouldn't want to kill me. I am here to make this little mess up to you." He chuckled in his deep southern accent. Morgan raised an eyebrow. In one swift gesture Morgan was freed from her straight jacket. She smiled wickedly as her magical bounds that once with held her magic were broken and her pink flames rose around her. After a split second of enjoying unrestricted movement, Morgan focused back in on her target.

"So why did you really see me free?"

"You'll see my dear. You'll see…" Hannibal pushed the door open and left.

Deep inside Morgan wanted to turn him into a bean burrito, but for now she'd let him go. It was time to help her dearest inmates have some fun around the asylum before she checked out.

The-End