The Story of the Sleight

by CastielIsMyAngel13

Jack was one of the best Sleight of Hands New York City had ever seen. His father left when he was young, with very little memories of him, he carries on with his life, after all he did just get the most amazing opportunity, and nothing was going to stop him from ceasing that moment.

1. Chapter 1

From the age of 4, Jack Wilder never knew his dad. What he did remember, was his father carrying him in the Zoo, taking him to the carousel in central park, and him showing him Lionel Shrike's tree. He couldn't remember the face, but he remembered being happy, and then he remembered his dad leaving.

He knew the stories his mom told him- that his dad was a hero, and that he had to go so that he could protect others. Of course 4 year old Jack didn't understand that, and sobbed himself to sleep when his daddy didn't come home. By his 6th birthday, he'd given up that his dad would come home. His mom did everything she could to give Jack the best. She put him in baseball, basketball, martial arts, anything to keep him busy and help him make friends. She didn't tell him about magic, he had a natural admiration for it. When he asked for a deck of cards, she couldn't have been prouder.

By the age of 16, Jack was one of the best sleight of hands in New York City. His mom, Dominique, gave him everything she could. She worked hard, and Jack's father sent money regularly, but Jack needed his father. The boy was troubled, he was a momma's boy, no doubt there, but he needed his dad to teach him lessons only a dad could teach him. He wasn't 4 anymore, and all he saw was a dad that didn't want to be a dad, and left. Jack didn't understand.

Just as Jack was set to graduate high school, Dominique grew quite ill. She was in the hospital the day of his graduation. His neighbor- Miss Adela, this really old Mexican lady who had taught him spanish as a child, and taught him how to cook while she babysat him, was there at his graduation. She took a video and many pictures for Jack's mom. Afterwards, they went back to the hospital. By the next morning, Jack's mom had passed.

At the funeral, some part of him expected his dad to show up, but he didn't. He buried his anger and used it to drive him. He didn't stop until he was the best he could be. J. Daniel Atlas was amazing, Jack had seen him on the street when he was younger, and knew that he wanted to be just like the other man- they were really only like 6 years apart, but it was still a significant difference.

When he got the tarot Card, he didn't know what to expect, but knew it was about to be one of the greatest adventures he'd ever gone on in his life.