Jack Spicer shifted into a more comfortable position in his seat as the aeroplane he was travelling on soared across the pink sky, dotted with equally pink clouds. His red eyes stared with boredom outside as his finger tapped to the rhythm of My Chemical Romance's new song "Welcome To The Black Parade". Now the reason why Jack was on a plane and not in one of his fast jets is because they had ceased to exist. An unfortunate accident had occurred whilst he and the Xiaolin Warriors were racing once again to find an artefact that happened to be right next to his house...
Jack stared at his house, the fires licking the wood. He watched with silence as he saw his robot's spark before blowing up by the mixture of fire and electricity. The Xiaolin Dragons watched as well with opened mouths. Omi, a short, bald Chinese boy, the Xiaolin Dragon of Water rushed forward towards the burning inferno, with his Orb of Tornami out and ready to spray.
"Put it away," Jack suddenly said calmly. He smiled as Omi gave him a look which was asking if he was slowly losing it.
"But your house..." he stuttered. Jack shook his head still smiling.
"It's okay. There was nothing there of any worth."
"But your belongings are in there! Your robots! Your freaking mother and father!" yelled Kimiko, the Japanese Dragon of Fire, waving her hands in exasperation. She unfortunately, happened to be the reason the building was smoking and burning.
"Don't worry they weren't in the house," said Jack still smiling.
"I was planning to leave this place anyway." He then turned around and walked off towards the road, leaving his burning house and the astonished Xiaolin Warriors behind. A few seconds later though, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head around seeing Raimundo along with the rest of his gang.
"At least let us help you..." said Raimundo. Jack thought for a while before answering in a huge grin.
"Any chance of dropping me off at a nearby airport?"
Which brings us to his current position. Jack closed his eyes and gave a small smile. A new start in life, new place and more importantly somewhere were no one would bother him in his plans for world domination. Oh no, he wasn't letting go of that goal in a hundred years! He was going to achieve it. And no one was going to stop him. At the ripe age of 17 now was the perfect time to plan. An evil smirk wiped out the small smile. And where was there a better place to start than in New York? But first! A little fun was in order. Now that he thought about it, he would start planning when he was 18. Yep, that sounds like a plan. Jack continued to smirk as his pale hands combed through his fiery red hair.
At the outskirts of the city, near the pier was a huge warehouse. It was made of grey steel but the windows were made of colourful and decorative glass. The last rays of light bounced off, creating shimmers of red on the empty foot path. The huge doors that were supposed to keep this warehouse locked, swung slightly, showing a small opening. Through this, a black rat crept in. It nervously sniffed the air, trying to detect danger. It staid still for a few seconds before moving forward again. It didn't get far as a huge, three fingered claw made of metal crushed it.
"What was that for?"
The claw, dripping of the rat's blood, curved around, using its long neck and opened showing a scarlet light. It was directed to its host, a man wearing an olive green trench coat that covered his black trousers. From the back three other metallic arms that looked like the one that squashed the rat, were attached to the man. The man had untidy, brown hair and wore a pair of black gloves. He sighed and removed his round sunglasses and cleaned them, showing his dark hazel eyes.
"There was no need to kill the rat," he continued. The claw tilted its head as if saying something.
"Yes, they are the main reason we had a bubonic plague and other dangerous diseases but there is no reason to kill a RAT!" said the man, raising his voice on the last word. The claw shook itself in agitation. The man sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. The other arms stared at their host, with their claws opened a fraction. The bloody claw went to move in as well until the man shooed it away telling it to get clean. The claw shook again and dipped itself into a nearby pool of water. It soon came back, clean, and took part in the silent conversation man and metal were having.
"Yes I know I destroyed the project in order to save the city but that is over!" he said, giving the metallic arms a small smirk. He walked over to a nearby crate, using two of his robot arms as legs and grabbed a nearby newspaper. The Daily Bugle headline, in big black letters SPIDERMAN SAVES CITY!!! The man tore the newspaper in a mixture of anger and despair.
"That's all over! One thing I've learned is that today no one is offered a second chance! I showed the world what I can do but they still don't appreciate! If it weren't for us, the city wouldn't exist!" he yelled, throwing down the torn pieces of paper. He breathed heavily, the metallic arms retracted, their closed claws close to his trembling body, trying to calm him down. The man looked at one of his conjoined assistants and gave a small smile.
"You're right. We will continue what we do. But what good is it to take over a city, when you have the world?" the man let out a short laugh.
"If the world sees me as a monster, then that is what I'll be! No one, not even Spiderman will stop me!" he growled, letting two of the metallic arms elevate him higher. The other two remained retracted, but the claws were open, showing the scarlet light that acted as their eyes, staring directly at their host.
"Everyone will soon learn to fear the name Doc Ock!" he laughed, and lowered himself to a nearby window. His body tensed though as he looked at the green hills were his loved one now lay.
"But before I go, there is something I must do..."
Jack growled with frustration. He had walked through the populated streets and was still unable to find a place to stay the night. The sun had long gone down and Jack was getting increasingly tired and annoyed. He finally slumped on a park bench and rested is tired feet. He looked around and gave out another grunt of frustration. He managed to wander into the cemetery!
"Uh, God I'm an idiot..." he said and placed his head in his hands. He lifted his head up again and looked around. Neat little rows of newly made tombstones were erected showing the recently deceased. Shivers ran up his spine as he was reminded of Wuya in her ghost form. He shuddered and sat up. He walked amongst the tombstones, stopping in front of each one to check their names. He liked doing that ever since he had found a tombstone with a funny saying on it. He suddenly stopped at one particular tombstone belonging to a Rose Octavius. He looked with disgust at the paint on the stone's carved rose pattern and bent down to wipe it off. He respected the dead and from experience, knew that they needed their privacy.
Jack walked through the bleak dark cemetery accompanied by a purple ghost named Wuya.
"So where is this thing?!" he yelled at the spirit.
"Quiet boy, your yells could wake up the dead!" hissed Wuya. But Jack ignored her command and kicked a nearby tombstone.
"This is what I think of the dead!" he grumbled, repeatedly stamping on the grave. Suddenly something grabbed his ankle, pulling him down. He stared with horror as a rotting skeleton, appeared out of the ground, glaring at him with its only eye.
"You mind?! I'm trying to get some shut eye!" it yelled before letting go of Jack's ankle and slipping into the ground again. Jack stared at the grave for a while more before staring at Wuya.
"In all my years, that has never happened before..." she mumbled. She then stared back at Jack "You can summon the dead!"
"Hell no!" retorted Jack, crossing his arms. Wuya rolled her eyes and commanded him to stand up.
There were more moments were he had "summoned" or to be more precise seen the dead and even see them walk among the living. You could tell when a man with a knife in his chest asks you for directions to the nearest cemetery. Wuya had now officially declared that Jack was a Seer, or someone who is able to see the dead. Jack sighed and continued to clean the paint, making sure he wasn't stepping on the grave. Unfortunately he had leaned in to far, pressing all his weight on the tombstone, making it fall over. Jack swore and stood up in a hurry, eyeing the grave nervously, expecting a mad corpse to pop up. Instead the ground stayed closed. He sighed with relief and propped the tombstone back up but instead it fell back again.
"Damn..." Jack whispered and searched the place for a stick or stones to keep the tombstone in place. He spotted a medium sized rock some metres away from his original position. He quickly moved towards the rock and just as he was about to pick it up when his world turned upside down.
"Where do you think you're going?" hissed a voice. Jack opened his eyes and saw a dark figure with more than its fair share of limbs. Four, large tentacles made of metal sprouted out of the figure's back, shining in the moonlight, each ending with a huge, three-digit claw. A scarlet light shone in his eyes making them squint.
"Wait! You got it all wrong! I'm getting a rock to keep the tombstone up!" yelled Jack, his voice cracking a bit from fear. Thankfully though he had long lost his girlish scream so he managed not to make any further embarrasments on himself.
"See? There is the rock!" he continued, pointing at the rock on the ground. The figure stood still for a couple of seconds before dropping Jack on the ground. The boy got up, rather painfully, and rubbed his head. He instictivly went still as a metallic arm reached past and grabbed the rock like a feather. Jack looked at the figure as he carefully placed the tombstone up with his own flesh-and-bone arms then using the robotic arm to place the rock behind it.
"Um, I'm sorry I broke it. I was just trying to clean the paint off..." said Jack, getting up and dusting himself off. The figure looked back at him.
"You see further than most," mumbled the figure.
"Thanks, I think..." Jack said rubbing the back of his head. They looked at each other a while longer before the figure turned around to go.
"Wait!" shouted Jack. The figure stopped but didn't turn around, instead letting his robot arms look at the boy.
"What do you want?" growled the figure. Jack thought for the right words to say, without angering the man. He didn't quite fancy being turned upside down.
"What's your name?" he asked. The figure turned around and Jack swore he saw a tiny smirk on the figure's dark face.
"I can't tell you that. You'll know to much," said the figure. But Jack edged away as the massive claws came closer. "In fact..." Jack turned around and ran but one of the claws grabbed him around the waist hosting him up in the air. Jack gasped for breath as the claw squeezed him tighter.
"You know too much already."
By then Jack had lost conciousness and allowed the Doctor to carry him to the warehouse.
Hopefully everyone liked that... yes go figure, Jack can see the dead... I found it quite funny actually! But review! Or some people will have to explain somethings (cracks knuckles)