A small boy, about 7 or 8, sat in his room looking around at his toys. He had alot of toys. Boats, and trains, and even a big coloring book of all sorts of things. He used it once or twice. He also had all the latest gadgets. Toys he didn't care for because they were too simple.
"Gameboy? More like 'Lameboy'." He designed a game system way more advanced already, so he simply used the small toy for spare parts, and a trophy for his room.
"My First Invention Came From This."
The box for it was in a frame on his wall above that small caption.
From then on, he was astounded with inventing things. He made a go-kart... that shot from a flame-thrower.
He made a small ride-able jet... with real shooting missiles and several hacksaws that could come out of it.
His parents didn't really care that he was building all these things. They didn't really pay that much attention to him anyway. They? No. Hell, most of the time, it was just his mom. Her method of thinking, parenting she called it, went something like this.
"Jackie? You like the new toy mommy got you?"
"Yes mommy! Thank you! Thank you!"
Or...
"Jackie? You like the new toy mommy got you?"
Nothing.
"See? You push the button, and the robot dances? And this button makes it pick up things? You like it, right? Isn't it cool?"
"... I already made something BETTER than that."
"...Oh. Mommy's sorry, honey. Here, let's go get you a new toy. How's that sound?"
"...Fine."
And they'd rush off to the toy store, to get Jack all the new toys he wanted. That's what happens when your parents have all the money in the world to spend on you, their one and only albino son/cutie. Jack. The apple of their eyes.
Jack was never normal. Yeah, the inventions highlighted that, as did the albinism. But he was always looking for a new conquest. He hated authority, probably because he had none of it at home.
And he didn't play well with other kids either. On his report card in first grade, he had a small note, which his mommy quickly discarded as if it didn't exsist.
"Social Skills: Poor. Jack does not know how to play with the other children, nor does he seem to have any want to try to play with them. Unless its torturing them for the swings or the slide. Little Amy Benson is still recovering from the burns on the fourth. Please, DO SOMETHING."
So here we are now. Jack's in the second grade. Or he's supposed to be. Right now, however, he's studying freshman history.
College Freshman history. He loved history. And engineering. Robotics. Cybernetics. Artificial Intelligence. Military tactics. He loved it all. There had to be some sort of career that let him do all the things he loved. He had yet to find it, however.
"JACK! Will you PLEASE pay attention? What is the biggest state of the United States?" Jack scoffed, and went back to his book. His teachers had yet to realize he was doing the bare minimum. Just because his parents were paying out the wazoo to send him to this school didn't mean he had to like it.
"Jack? What's the an--" "Alaska! God, what more do you want from me? Alaska, the capital of which is Juneau, but the largest city is Anchorage. The whole state has about 636,932 people, and Mount McKinley, which reaches 20,320 feet. It was the second to last state to join the union, right before Hawaii. Will you leave me alone now?" He said, frowning, his red eyes glowing at the teacher, making her slightly uneasy.
She stuttered for a minute, Jack watching her deeply, slowly dragging his gaze back to his book, causing her to shiver. That boy. He always crept her out, especially with those...goddamn eyes. But she couldn't dwell on that now. She had a class to teach.
"Th-that's co-co-correct. Um, yes, Alaska is the biggest of the 15..no, 50 states." Look at her. He had her so flustered, she had forgotten how many states there were. He had only managed to do that twice before... or was it three times. Whatever. Dumbass bitch teacher. He grinned in his book. She wouldn't be bothering him again for a while, so he put his feet up, got comfortable.
That's when the recess bell rang. The rest of the second graders rushed out the door, scurrying like lab rats, Jack thought, just to get outside to play meaningless games of Tag and Four Square and Soccer.
He liked basketball, though. But none of the other asshole kids wanted that "Creepy Jack Spicer Kid" on their team. So he was just as happy, if not happier, by himself in the class, then being outside, being called names, having to blast another kid... or something else... he didn't care what happened to them.
If they hurt... especially if they bled.
"Um... Jack. Would you come here for a moment?" The teachers voice was determined and still, though he knew she was still scared. He put a bookmark in his book and walked as slowly as he dared to the desk. "Yes ma'am?"
His abnormal pleasentness scared her, but she didn't want him to see that. Unfortunately, it was written all over her face. Jack didn't let on.
"Jack, do you know how much potential you have? You could be the champion speller in the spelling bee, and yet you never go for it. You could even win first prize in the science fair. Wouldn't you like some nice trophy for your parents?" Jack looked at her for a while. The unblinking stare was more unnerving than anything. She wanted to scream, to run, to get away from that... that freak demon child as fast as she could... no. She couldn't. She had to try to reach him. It was her job as a teacher.
But he's soo creepy... a vampire, a devil... or worse...
"I know I COULD do those things." Jack finally said. "I could. But I won't. Why lower myself to the level of these peons? What could I gain from it? The people in my books, the leaders of the centuries... these men had potential. And they didn't stoop to spelling bees and science fairs. Why should I?" Jack made a convincing arguement. But she didn't let him know that.
"Oh, Jack, those men had potential, but that was for their time. You have the potential for the future. You could hold the whole world in your hands. You have a gift, a knack for building, for learning, for inventing. You could cure any disease if you wanted." And maybe get rid of that creepy albinism you have, too.
But Jack was stuck on one thought, and one thought alone.
"Hold... the whole world... in my hands?" He repeated. He looked confused, and somewhat mystified, which intrigued the teacher. He looks so much cuter like this. "Yes, Jack. Many men have tried to rule the world, but all have failed. You could, perhaps, do the same. Not literally, but help it along, make the future a better place. Become a hero."
That night...
He could hold the world in his hands? He never thought of that before. Literally, it was a foolish thing to imagine. He was but a speck on the face of the Earth after all, not even visible from space... not yet, anyways. All he had to do was get his hypercam working and...
Later. Later, he told himself.
But figuratively. What had his teacher told him? Rule the world? Like Napoleon? Only... he could be better.
He was only seven and a half now, and he figured with the amount of education that was requiered in those days, he had more than all of the knowledge of Monsieur Napoleon Boneparte.
Rule the world? Him? The more he thought about it, the less foolish it sounded.
He looked around at the toys in his room. Trains. Boats. Model Airplanes? He didn't... need those. He smashed them, threw them against the wall, destroyed them. All of his childish toys, he didn't need them anymore. What use would the future ruler of the whole world have for a giant coloring book, anyway?
By the time he was done, his room was a mess. Parts of his old toys covered it everywhere. He grinned. Chaos. That's what he would do. Create chaos. Pandemonium. Havoc. And, of course, rule the world. But he would need... a lair.
Like all of those evil cartoons and shows he saw. They all had lairs, even the psychotic murderers/rapists. If he was to become great, he needed a lair. But his old BABY room? No. He needed something dark. And his clothes needed to change. And so did his appearance. And his outlook on the world. If he was going to rule it, he had to view it in the worst possible way. That way, everything he did seemed better.
It made sense to him.
And he's a genius.
Midnight...
"Jack... Jack, look-- OH!" His mother walked into his room. The toys were broken, bits strayed along the floor, the wall, out the shattered window. It looked like someone... or something ransacked his room.
She searched the house, untill...
WIIRRRRRR...WHIRIRRRRRR...WHIIIRRRRRRRRR!!! The angry whirring noise seemed to be coming from the basement.
"Jaaack?" She peaked in. Jack was busy with something, his head turned to her, engulfed in shadow.
"Jack? Are you alright sweety? Mommy got you something." Her voice was annoying, sing-songy. Like it was dripping with a sugary maple syrup, or icing. He stopped working to bite his lip. He hated it when his mother started plutoing him like that, making her voice sweet, to talk to him like he was a baby.
Nothing. Then...
"Is it the world?"
"What?"
"The world. I don't want anything but the world, mommy. Get me the world."
"I-I'm sorry, sweety, but mommy can't get you the world. I... I don't know how..."
"Hmm..." A thoughtful chuckle that sent shivers through Mrs.Spicer's spine. "That's okay, mommy. You still have your youth. And a lot of money for your only son and little angel, right?"
She smiled. She knew how to answer those questions. "Yes, sweety. Bunches of money for my little angel." She loved calling him an angel. He looked like one too. Well, what she thought angels would look like. Small, everything about him was small. His face, his smile, his hands. Except for his eyes. His eyes were big, red, like gemstones. They thought there was something wrong with him, but she fell in love with those eyes, set perfectly against his skin, the color of fresh cream. Like porcelain, or paper. And his hair, almost the same, camouflaged against his skin. Beautiful and bright. Brighter than the sun.
She didn't care what they said. His hair was like a star. That's what she called it. Starlight Blonde.
"Darling, why are you down here by yourself? Don't you at least want to see what mommy got you?"
Jack grinned to himself. "Mommy. Are you sure you want me to see?" Mrs.Spicer frowned. "Jack... are you alright, sweety?"
He stepped out from the shadow, to which Mrs.Spicer shrieked. "Jack, honey, what happened to your hair, your face... you..." She was now, at last, at a loss for words.
Jack had dyed his hair a blood red color he picked himself, he was quite proud of the color. His face hadn't changed at all, just... well... he found out what the funny pencil in his mom's cabinet was used for. And he used it. And it had a pretty cool affect, he thought.
His clothes had changed too. His mom insisted on this blue sweater vest thing for him. And white pants. And white shoes. What was with the white?! No more. People who take over the world don't wear that much white. So he switched it up a notch. To a black jacket. And black pants. And black boots. With a gold band around them.
"Oh, no honey, nonono. You don't do that. Why in the world would you do that, sweety?" He sneered. Because no world conquerer would go around in that high school girl prep wanna be attrocity you made me wear, that's why.
Be polite...
"Mom, I want to take over the world. I want to hold it in my hands. My teacher said I could." Mrs. Spicer looked furious, then understanding. That slut. Bitch. Telling my son...filling his head with...nonsense.
"Sweety. You can... hold the world in your hands, but only evil people dress like that. That's very bad, okay? You have to be an angel of the world, and hold it in a nice way. God gave you to the world to be an angel, okay?" He looked at the floor in thought.
Only evil people dress like this? Evil is how you get stuff you want. Like on the playground. And in wars. And... The world. That's how he'd get the world. He could be evil. He did it every day by the swingset. And to his teachers. And to anybody that annoyed him. He could do that.
"Okay." His mom smiled. "Okay." Breathing a sigh of relief. Good. My God, I was afraid for a minute I would have to call some sort of exorcist before he started spewing pea soup. She let out a little chuckle.
"Mommy"
"Yes sweetheart?" She was relieved to have her little angel back.
"I'm going to hold the world in my hands." His voice was dripping with venom as he turned up those once chrystally eyes towards his mother.The eyes she idolized like they were rubies. Now they looked like angry volcanoes. Blood red spots on his pale, vampiretic face. "I'm going to hold the whole thing in my hands. And I'm going to be evil and get what I want." Now it was like something truly possessed him. And whatever it was wasn't letting go of Mrs. Spicer's dear baby boy.
Mrs. Spicer stepped back. This was the first time her little boy spoke to her like that... ever. This was the first time... she felt like a failure of a mother, of a parent, of a human being. She realized that now. The others were right. Now what could she do? Her husband was away again, and she was alone. The look in her sons eyes. He would just as easily kill her as a fly. What else could she do?
"My Jack... what have I done? Sweety..." She embraced him, holding him tightly. He grinned behind her back, allowing her to weep over his shoulder, not returning the hug. She turned and rushed up the stairs, not looking back once, at that face, the face that once belonged to her angel, now belonging to a devil, a satanic being, plauged with thoughts and dreams of world domination.
In the most evil of ways. In his own ways.
He went back to work, and didn't really stop working. And he grew, and became smarter, more clever, quicker, faster, all in his thoughts.
And he became more evil.
Ever since second grade.
But is that really his destiny?
A/N: To my readers hoping for updates, and reviewers who do the same. I AM thinking about making another chapter, pretty much the same thing, about Jack present day. Please, PLEASE, review so I can know to go ahead and do this. Other then that, I will NOT waste my time. Thank you, and keep reviewing please! I want at least 4 saying "Halfhuman, please, we want you to continue! Our lives would not be complete if you did not continue! Oh, please, for the love of all things good, please continue!" But not really like that. That was a joke.
A/N PS: Okay, okay. I didn't get my four. I wanted four, but I didn't' get my four. But that's okay. Just because I like you. Just to make you feel good. I'm gonna give you my other chapter. Just cuz I loves yah. Just because... I'll give y'all chapter two. And I hope you enjoy it, and don't hurt me if it's not up to creed. But I spent the entire time waiting for that ONE review to come in editing it, just sos yah know. Okay, here come chapter two.