Carbon Monoxide
Disclaimer: I do not own Xiaolin Showdown or any of its characters.
Warnings: Suicide and one bad word
A/N: Gift fic to my friend, Obsessed Yaoist :D Enjoy…
The long black tube slid across the concrete flooring. Pale hands reached for the tip and connected it to the exhaust pipe. The same pale hands trembled as they wiped the fading red hair off the albino's forehead. "Jack!" a shrill voice yelled from the doorway of the garage. "Just what do you think you're doing?! Aren't you supposed to be working on fixing those jack-bots of yours so that we may retrieve the shen gong wu that you lost?"
Jack simply smiled and turned towards the ghost woman. "I'm working on something different!" he called back, "something that'll help the both of us!" Wuya raised her non-existent brow and eyed him. "Will it help us retrieve the wu quicker?" she questioned. Jack went back to working on the black tube, "Of course!" in your dreams, he thought.
Wuya turned to leave but not before giving a quick nod of approval. The ghost left and Jack pulled the other end of the tube to the front of one of his family's valuable cars. Cracking the driver side window open, he slipped the tube into the crack slightly. Smiling at himself in the reflection of the shiny black car door, Jack stood and checked his work.
"Perfect."
The albino craned his head around to check that all the windows in the room were closed and walked to the doorway to lock the door. He sighed and rested his head against the wood. Was he seriously going to go through with it? What would his parents do whenever they found out? What would the monks say? What would Wuya or Chase say? Probably nothing. Jack sighed again and pushed himself away from the only thing keeping him from collapsing.
Stumbling over to the car, he opened he driver's side and got in. The leather stuck to the bare skin of his arms. The door shut and the key was stuck in the ignition. Turning the key, Jack hummed to himself a tune that his mother had once sung to him a long time ago. The albino smiled to himself and rested against the back of the car seat.
The humming drifted off as Jack's eyes grew heavy with sleep. His body relaxed and his conscious grew weary until finally sleep overtook him. The engine continued to whirr and the fumes blew into the car through the black tube. Jack's chest lifted and dropped, gradually slowing as time passed.
Wuya could hear and engine sounding from the room Jack had been and she went to investigate on his new invention. She hesitated when she saw that the door was closed but the engine did not sound like it was moving anywhere and there was no sound of tinkering. Slipping through the wooden door, she wondered he was doing just sitting in the car. She peered in the window and saw nothing but the boy leaning back in the seat with his eyes closed. Anger grew within her and she fazed into the car. "What the hell are you doing, boy?"
When Jack did not stir, Wuya's anger slipped away. "Jack?" she called to him. The albino didn't move and when she looked down she saw that his chest was no longer moving in the usual breathing patterns.
"….Jack…"
The End?