Jack moved to Seaford with his older brother, Frank, to live with their aunt Rida and her son Rudy. Their parents had been killed in the 9/11 attack. Their father was a fire fighter, who was crushed by the ceiling collapsing. Their mother was a passenger on flight 93. Jack was only 4 and Frank, 5. But, Jack's misfortune doesn't end there. Not even a month later, Frank was adopted by Ty , Rudy's best friend. Jack was sent to Colorado to live with is grandfather.
10 years later, Jack has moved back to Seaford.
Jack's pov
"Well here i am" Jack thought to himself as he looked up at the school infront of him.
He walked into the building only to be greeted by a group of guys picking on what Jack thought was a giant bird, but soon realized it was scrawny nerd. Jack walked up to the boys and said "Why don't you pick on someone your own size." The group turned around and the boy in front nearly collapsed "Jack?" "Yes and you are?" replied Jack. "It's me, Frank" he replied. "The only Frank I know is my brother and he's not a bully like you" replied Jack, pushing Frank away from the nerd. One of Frank's friends decided to punch Jack, which was a mistake. Jack saw the punch before the kid had even threw it because of what his grandfather had taught him, a technique called Impulsic. Jack deflected the punch, causing it to hit the boy to the left of him. The boy on the right went for a kick, but it was deflected and it hit the first bully in the face, knocking him out instantly. The boy who was hit by the punch threw a roundhouse kick. Jack ducked and the kick caught the one on the right, in the side of the head. Now all that was remaining was the kid who got punched and Frank, who wasn't a threat because he was in the corner. The boy threw a kick which Jack dodged and it connected with Frank's head. Frank wasn't too happy about and blaimed Jack for it. Frank threw a kick as the other boy threw a punch which of course, Jack dodged easily, causing the boys to hit eachother and knock themselves out. Jack walked over to the nerd and helped him up, "Are you ok?" "Yea, I'm fine." replied the boy, dusting himself off, "I'm Milton by the way." "Jack" came Jack's reply, "Why were they picking on you?" "That's the black Dragons for you." "Black Dragons?" "Yea, the dominate dojo in town." "What about the Bobbie Wasabi dojo?" "How do you know about the dojo?" "Well first of all my cousin runs it, and second of all my grandfather trained Bobbie Wasabi." "Your grandfather trained Bobbie Wasabi?" "Yes taught him everything he knows." Jack looked at his watch "I better get to class." "Jack, could you stop by the dojo today?" "Sure, no problem."