AUTHOR'S NOTES — READ THIS FIRST
This began as a random plotbunny - hence the short first chapter. The main question here is, "What if Jack and Chase swapped places?" Feel free to share ideas on where you think the story will go, should go, ought to go, ect... but if anyone comments, "ZOMGAWD WILL TER BE LAEK CHAK SMEX I TINK DATD BE TEH HAWTNEZZ!!!!!11!!1!!" then by the unholy gods above and below me I will pull out my crowbar and go Gordon Freeman on your Kawaii!Fangirl ass! If there is to be happy-happy-joy-joy yaoi sex, there must not be any begging for it. It will come, but if you rant and beg for it, then I'll make sure it's cut from the end. Just to spite you. So enjoy what you are getting, and hope that no stupid Kawaii!Fangirl f*cks it up for the rest of you. Now, enjoy.
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In a remote part of China, a broad mansion lay concealed among the towering pine trees. Inside this mansion, which one would expect to be happily and handsomely occupied, there was only one.
A teenager, roughly fifteen, sat slumped in a couch on the slightly chilly basement floor. A video game controller was clutched fiercely tight in his hands as he punched the buttons with blinding speed. He was playing a special edition of Mortal Combat; his favorite game.
He wore a swampy green and black shirt with very baggy black jeans, littered with chains. He himself wore a spiked band on his right wrist.
The green highlights in his midnight-black hair fell over one burning hazel eye, which, with a flick of his neck, flipped back behind his ear.
He jumped just then, thrilled. "Yes!!! High score!!"
The game displayed the score table, which only bore one name; Chase Young.
Chase sighed, the wind snatched from his sails. He turned off the game, tossed the controller onto the ground, and flopped onto his back. "God, am I ever bored."
His pocket began shaking mildly. Chase reached for his cellphone and checked the ID, and rolled his eyes.
He answered. "Welcome to WGAS, 'Who-Gives-A-Shit' radio; you're on the air," he sneered, but without any serious distaste.
"Well, you're certainly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," The girl on the other end returned.
"I'm not exactly in the mood for the cat jokes, Ashley."
"Fair enough, but hear me out Chase; you will give a shit about this."
Chase paused. "... I'm listening..."
"Okay, remember that weird white and blue bow that Mr. Bater found while hiking up in the mountains?"
"Bater..." Chase struggled to remember which teacher he was. "Isn't he World History?"
"Yup, that's him."
"What about it?"
"Well, just a few hours ago, some group of teenagers snuck into the school and stole it!"
"What? Why would anyone go through all that trouble for a old bow? It probably doesn't even shoot arrows anymore."
"That's not the good part. After they broke in, some creep with-- Oh wait! Chase, turn on the TV; they're talking about it now."
A bit reluctant, Chase decided to humor her and flipped to the news channel.
He nearly dropped his phone when he saw the school blown halfway to Hell.
"Holy Christ-- what the fuck happened!!?!?"
"Watch."
"--just this afternoon. According to eye witnesses, a young man wearing 'rocket boots' appeared on the roof of the school, and planted the explosive responsible for the damage you see here. Then, once the dust cleared, the man rushed inside the school and stole what appeared to be a decorative bow from one of the classrooms." The screen flashed to camera footage taken from some watching teenager's camcorder.
Chase examined the thief. The guy couldn't have been over twenty-five and, by the muscles, a fighter. He was also extremely pale - albino, if those red eyes weren't contacts. His hair matched his eyes; fiery red, and short. The guy also wore this strange eyeliner - if that didn't scream 'gay'. His clothing was some kind of Emo combat uniform that brought out the man's already obvious colors even more.
The evil twisted smirk on his face was, even at a distance, so freakin' evil it made Young shudder, but not in fear.
Not taking his eyes off the screen for a minute, Chase hung up his phone. He didn't like that crazy cat girl, anyway.
The whole ambiance surrounding this guy was one that Chase hadn't seen in a-- wait, had Chase ever seen it? No, he hadn't. But damn if he didn't like it.
He blinked when the screen showed the building exploding, and the mystery villain flying away with the most badass cackle he'd ever heard.
Hot damn, he thought. This guy's fuckin' Badass on a stick!