Here is my first fanfic about Jca. I do not own JCA, but please review. Tell me what you think or your impressions.

Darkness, all around me, nothing else. Heavy, still, suffocating and silent darkness. A Darkness that engulfs you, that compresses you and that devours you. A world empty of souls, everything in different shades of grey, black and dark purple. It was unsettling since I was the king of the Shadowkhans.

I don't know how long I have been here. I don't know where I am. Even with my trained senses, I cannot tell time or location, which unsettles me even more. I can tell my generals were furious about returning to this prison. Who could blame them?

The first time, ancient good chi sorcerers had, at the very least, an army at their side to defeat us. We had caused a high number of casualties in our adversary camp. Only a fifth of the men survive, if you call returning home with missing limbs and life threatening injuries surviving.

The second time, we were so close to achieving our goal. However, we had been defeated by the reincarnation of the Ben Shui master, Lü Dongblin descendants and their allies. In our defence, we had only been two to guard the headquarters; everyone else was busy spreading the shadows around the globe, the Chans retrieved my mask, they had knowledge of the environment and they overpowered us with cunning and ruse. In retrospection, if I had been less cocky, I would have notice that Jackie Chan was not caring my mask. Regretfully, I had my part in our fall.

Yet, none of my generals blamed me. In their place, I would not have hesitated to be angry and bitter at my leader. Their anger was entirely directed towards the ancient good chi sorcerers who left clues as to defeat us.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't even «feel» three of my generals arriving. General Ikazuki, General Yamamoto and General Saratoga reminded me of the three enforcers I had hired. They always stood together, made jokes and were the closest of friends. However, unlike the three buffoons, they were actually competent at their job; they were not annoying or cowards.

-How are you adjusting to this realm, master? Asked General Yamamoto, the giant green sumo.

-Pretty well, I suppose! It is a rather monotonous world. What do you do in this world for distraction? I asked, bored.

-Well… I know General Hibari and General Sasagawa are lurking in the shadows and popping out to scare the others. We mostly just explore and repertories the roads, we spend our time talking about anything or just meditating. Not much, really. Said General Saratoga, the red skin and purple hair ninja.

I sighed in desperation, General Hibari and General Sasagawa (the crab and the shadow eater onies) were a bit immature, as they were the youngest amongst us. However, I simply could not bring myself to reprimand them since there was nothing else to do. They are young, the youngest ones of our race.

I spin around when I heard something crackled and fizzed over our heads. There was this shining light above us, circling us and threatening us. We stood there, unsettled. This was a world made out of shadows, what was a light doing here? The dangerous animals surrounding us, the venomous plants and everything ran away or died under its rays. It was a green chi light, bright and strong. Then it separated itself into four different spots that flew directly towards us.

We jumped out of the spots ways; they flew back towards us, missing us by a hair. We didn't know what the lights wanted with us, what they could do to us and who send us these lights. I heard a cry and saw General Saratoga being hit by one of the light; it hit him through the stomach and left to where it came from. Another cry, General Ikazuki got hit. Distracted by his comrades injuries got General Yamamoto hit as well. I watch in horror as my generals groaned, whined and held the stomach, trying desperately to catch their breaths.

Before I could run to their help, the remaining light shot through me at incredible speed and force; to the point it lifted me up off the ground and through me on my back. White hot pain shot through every fiber and nerve of my body on a level of which I have only felt once. I know I yelled out, but the pain had rendered me death. And then it settled down; only my stomach area was killing me. I hiccupped for air, trying all my might to regain my composer and my breath. I rolled into a ball and held my stomach tightly.

I heard footsteps coming my way, I tried my best to look up and saw the rest of my generals coming to our aid. Slowly, darkness settled in front of my eyes and I lost consciousness.