This is my first fanfic to go in Whoohoo! Go me!
First to the explanation! This is based around series two and this is a Jack Spicer fanfic! The story is thus… the temple is trying to get the monks into doing something academic and this means homework! Raimundo figured that Jack would probably have answer sheets or something around considering him being a cheating little S.O.B. however instead of cheat sheets Jack strikes him a deal! He does his homework if Rai would hang out with him! This goes pretty well at first but the more Rai gets to know Jack the more he questioned Jack's past… what is the Manor House Massacre and what's it got to do with Jack?
Xiaolin Showdown doesn't belong to me and if it did I wouldn't be sending this to fanfics they would be in the show man!
Prologue: hidden memories!
Five years ago…
Blood dripped from the splattered walls as a dead body slowly slid down the wall as blood still cascaded from the headless corpse. Mutilated bodies lied strewn around the room and they all looked as if they had been sliced clean with a blade, arms legs torso had been slashed clean off their bodies. One boy stood there petrified to the spot trembling like a leaf his mind screaming at his legs to go but his body was frozen to the spot. He looked around at his friends who were just five minutes ago laughing with him, bile threaten to choke him as he stared at one of his friends heads which had been sliced in half.
He looked up to see the murderer, the person who did all this carnage he glared at the boy with cold eyes.
"I…I…I'm sorry okay man!" he whimpered "I'm sorry please don't kill me!" he begged as tears streamed down his face "Please! Please I'm begging you don't kill me I…uck!" he stopped as he felt something cold and unseen wrapped around his body and get tighter and tighter until his bones began to snap and his entire body was crushed into a pile of gore.
The murderer smiled to himself and walked away, but a teacher and a group of prefects ran into the room to see what all the screaming was about.
"What's going on!" the teacher cried "What happened!" he turned to the murderer who merely looked at them with cold eyes, suddenly the teacher screamed as his arm ripped clean off his shoulder and flopped on the floor. His torso then ripped away like someone would rip the top of a sachet of ketchup, blood spluttered over the white tiled floor as the teachers remains flopped on the ground the prefects screamed in terror and turned to run only to meet the teachers same demise.
The murderer watched this all with cold lust and as he watched them all get ripped apart a smile crept across his face…
"Call me a freak would you?"