I'm gonna try and do two stories at once and this is it!
It's a plot that has been floating around my head a lot. Beware this can be very angsty!! But I like angsty stories!!
The basic summary is this, as a showdown going wrong Jack almost drowns and as he faces death Jack looks back at his life and realises he's been used as a tool practically every time. He finally snaps and believes the only reason the Xiaolin Dragon saved him was so he could be their slave, he also thinks they'd get rid of him as soon as he screws up.
Raimundo sees there is something wrong but the others think it's fantastic! However how long will it last before Jack loses it completely…?
Chapter one: Contemplation
All Jack knew was he was drowning he had tripped and slipped into the icy water during a showdown and the ice he had been standing on sealed the only surface area. Bubbles of precious air floated to the surface like silvery balloons as he sunk further and further into the depth of the lake and Jack felt so numb…
Oh God…
And as everyone knows that when you die you have flash backs of your life, for Jack it was Chase young using him to lose his humanity to take over the temple. Hannibal using the Zing Zong Bone on him and forcing him to make an energy transferring machine.
And Wuya oh Wuya she was a saint to Jack she alone gave him a reason to get up and keep on living with the plans of world Domination. However she was the one who hurt him the most.
Abandoning him at every chance she got, for Mala Mala Jong, for Raimundo, Raksha the evil snowman, for Chase Young and to be blunt anyone she felt would do a better job than him.
Even Xiaolin Dragons used him…
Is that all I am? Jack wondered a tool to be used and to be thrown away when ever they want to…oh why am I so worthless…
Everything was growing so cold and dark but just before Jack fell unconscious; he saw a figure dive into the water and reached out to get him…
Jack was in the dark part of his mind, he curled up in the corner hugging his toy robot like it was a life preserver.
"Useless little twit!" someone snapped and Jack looked up to see himself standing over him only this one looked more darker more mature.
"W…what?"
"look at yourself…some Evil Boy Genius you turned out to be!" he sneered "You might as well as have called yourself 'lackey for hire' 'Tool for use' 'slave'!"
"That's not true!" Jack whimpered shuffling away.
"No one wants you around to be your friend or ally" he stated.
"Why?"
"Oh please…use that over stimulated brain of yours, you're weak, ugly and worthless!" the other Jack yelled "You're worthless!"
"You're lying I am worth something!"
"I'm not the one lying Jack and you know it!" the other Jack said "Not even your own parents want you"
"You would be better off dead Jack" the other Jack hissed and grabbed Jack's tear stained face "You're nothing but a tool, a slave!" he grasped his face tighter.
"Say it! Say you're worthless!"
"I…I'm worthless…" He whimpered.
"You're a tool"
"I'm a tool"
"A slave"
"A….s…slave"
The other Jack grabbed him and threw him down a pit…
Jack woke up and trembled as he looked around he was in the temple healing room, he looked around and was getting up when Raimundo came in.
"No dude you've got to stay put" he said and pushed Jack gently back into his bed, Jack looked up at him.
"Why am I here?"
"You mean you don't remember? Jack I pulled you out and had to resuscitate you and bring you here, the healer thinks you should rest up a little while here"
"Oh…" Jack mumbled and looked down.
"You okay?" Raimundo asked.
"Yeah…yeah I'm fine" he whispered, Raimundo got up and left and Jack looked up at the ceiling.
"Why did he save me?"
"Kinda obvious don't you think?" said the other Jack "He wants you to be his servant, remember what happened last time you were here, trying to be 'good'"
The voice snickered "They're made you do all the work, why should this be any different?"
"No" jack said "It's gonna be different, they didn't want me back then cos I had been bad, If I be a good boy maybe…maybe they'd like me"
"Maybe…I ain't holding my breath" the other Jack scoffed. "And out of wondering how are you gonna be a 'good boy?'" he demanded.
"I'll do everything they ask the chores, everything!" he smiled "They got to like me"
"Very well I'll humour you Jack but mark my words by the end of the day you'll wish they had left you for dead!"
