Prolog:

The Beginning of the End

Disclaimer: I don’t own Xiaolin Showdown or any of its characters.

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She ran and ran, her red locks full of twigs, leaves, and other forest things from around her. She took a look back, saw nothing but kept on going, or would have if not for the obstacle that knocked her flat on her back. She looked up and all hope in her eyes vanished at the sight above her. It was one of them.

He had blue hair, piercing yellow eyes hid behind glasses that made the orbs more menacing then they actually were. She vaguely recalled that the other one called him Bruce before her shoulder was roughly grabbed and she was lifted off the ground.

She barely managed a scream before his hand shot through her right eye socket. Blood splattered all over his face and black silk robes with white paw prints, yet he didn’t even blink. Slowly, more carefully then when he struck; he pulled out his closed hand. He dropped the red head to the ground carelessly not caring who would find her later on. Whispering one word into the wind he vanished in a flicker.

“The Fire has been consumed”

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Raimundo sat in a field of flowers calmly waiting for something, anything. He didn’t know what but it must be something good by the way his stomach was acting up. Rai whipped his sweaty palms down the front of the black and gold robe then his pants. Why was he so nervous? And why was he wearing his leader robes? This had better be good.

Raimundo was startled as a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders. “Hey there hansom,” the owner whispered into his ear seductively, “are you waiting for little ol’ me?”

“Kimiko, your such a tease,” Rai replied equally quiet.

“But I thought you liked me like this,” the small Asian pouted as she twisted her body to face his.

He smirked sexily before closing his mocha eyes and leaning in. Their lips meet, their tongs danced and their bodies tangled together, but something was off.

Rai gasped opening his eyes and watched as the scenery around them changed from flowers to fire and brimstone. Everything was gray, ugly, just like when she had taken over.

“What’s the matter Raimundo, don’t you like what I’ve done for you?” a new more sultry voice whispered into his ear. “Now,” the tan, red haired witch said flipping them over so that she was on top now, “let me show you what true magic is like!” She lunged forward onto him, bright green eyes sparkling. Rai did the only thing he could think of …

scream.