At one point, Jack was told no one would ever follow him. He'd tried the whole partnership deal and even the team idea. Those failed miserably. And the only ones who would follow him were his robots. The damn things didn't exactly have a choice, or the capacity to question.
However, Jack Spicer was an evil genius. He was fucking brilliant. Therefore: he'd come up with a solution. Soon.
He groaned as a release to his anger. Peeling off his leather trench coat, he frowned at the sight of himself in the mirror. Finding new bruises was never fun.
His eyes moved from the bright red of his hair to the matching colors in his eyes and... his... shirt. The green face printed on the tank-top was practically screaming at him.
Frankenstein. It was so easily conceivable that he HAD to berate his own self in his head for not thinking of it sooner. If asked, he'd have to blame his late entry into puberty. The whole concept of getting an heir or child of sorts never really came up until about two years back. The obvious fact of him being fifteen already was not to be called into question. Anyone who would try that should go eat their own shit as far as Jack was concerned.
Jack clasped his hands together, eagerly cracking his knuckles purely out of habit.
Rather than starting off with corpses and doing the whole zombie route... starting from scratch seemed to be a better idea. Well, not from scratch, having the correct DNA samples to work off of would be a great start... This was really an epic project to undertake. Instead of trying to appease Chase Young on his own and trying to sap off of others... he'd simply create a warrior to fight for him. He wouldn't need people to follow him or help him if he simply created the help.
He'd tried robots before, but this would be different. This would be much different. An real LIVING warrior.
He'd have to make sure they were smart and strong to help... Someone with deceptive skills and, perhaps, a knack for kicking ass. After being involved in the Xiaolin-Heylin conflict for so long, Jack was ready to admit he sucked at fighting.
Though, it wasn't like anyone was going to train him. One of the more logical reasons Jack wanted to be under Chase young's tutorage was so that he could learn to fight.
Fat-fucking-chance of that ever happening.
He was already planning to use some of his own DNA, but looking at the bruises forming on his arms--ones he had just previously earned from losing another showdown--he was pretty sure he'd need someone really strong to go along with it.
Well, who was the strongest warrior he knew...? Does that even have to be a question? The real issue with that would be obtaining DNA from the immortal.
A piece of hair wouldn't exactly suffice... It'd work out alright and all, but a sample of the blood would be much better. Jack wasn't all that good at genetics. He wasn't as skilled with it as Ashley--Katnappe--was, but having a photographic memory would probably solve that and his own ingenuity could make up for the rest...
Jack rushed away from the mirror. He was already dead-set on making this dream a reality.
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Just four days later and things were working out smoothly for the future ruler of the world. Jack let out a contented sigh as his feet hit the ground. He wasn't the first one to the newly activated shen gon wu, but he wasn't all that concerned by it. He looked over to the monks who held the light yellow candle. Apparently it was able to create a light bright enough to blind any surrounding opponents.
That'd be great to have if you were surrounded, but Kimiko held the candle and Omi was jumping in front of his friends to begin the trademark speech. Something along the lines of "We already have the wu" "you are a loser" "butchered slang" the end. Jack had been tuning out most of what they said for the past year now.
Jack just smiled. He'd been smiling a lot nowadays and to continue that thought, this would probably be the last showdown he'd attend for quite a while. He could be patient for this project, but the monks apparently weren't as they moved into their fighting positions.
Well, this was the last chance he'd get to test 'em out. "Jackbots." He snapped his fingers, and the dozen hand-built automatons rushed out. They were different though. That was why Jack was here and not fighting back the urge to drool over his work back at the lair. They had a new, sleeker design. He had to thank the reruns of the new BSG that had been playing on the sci fi channel. Those Cylons were almost amazing as Chase Young. Almost. Well, they were nowhere near close, but they were the second most awesome thing he could think of.
He'd have to move them to third, though. His little project at home would have to take second place now.
"You seem distracted, Jack." A sneer happily fell from the lips of the witch as she moved over to Jack. He hadn't even noticed she was there. Many things got past Jack though.
Now that he had been shoved out of his reverie, he was pleased to see the monks struggling at the more agile and buff robots. "Can it hag. I'm in a good mood; I don't want you to ruin it."
She hated hearing that, her face clearly told that. "You insolent brat."
Despite everything about Jack that made him weak and a coward, he'd never given up talking down to people. When his life was in danger he did tend to bite his tongue, but he was always insulting people, at least in his mind. He didn't think he'd ever grow out of that. It'd probably started at some point during the bullying at school. Jack was no masochist, at least he was pretty sure he wasn't, but he'd only recently learned to not spur on his attackers with insults. Some people just made it too easy; like Omi, but Omi could probably kill him.
The amazing fact that jack was still alive added to his smug mood.
"Wuya," A regal voice began slowly. "Don't you have something to do than get into a pointless argument?"
Jack's smile broadened. Just seeing the evil lord was nice. Yep. Today was a great day. Once the showdown was over he'd have to sit down before the project with some pudding--banana chocolate, of course.
"Spicer, wipe that smile off your face and focus." Chase was glaring at Jack now, but that didn't matter. Jack would take the advice he could get. It was rare he got any.
Turning back to the monks, Jack caught sight of the candle fall from the Japanese girl's grasp. It hadn't been very helpful against the new Jackbots. He activated his Helipack and rushed forward furtively.
Having been obeyed so quickly by the usually... theatric teen was a rare occasion. Chase quietly fell into his own thoughts as he watched snatch up the wu. What was probably even more interesting to Chase, and also uncharacteristic of Jack, was that instead of gloating on the spot, the teen actually moved higher up and had a few of the robots to move before him like a shield.
It seemed so... off. Even the monks were still as they waited. Surely something had to be happening. The evil genius waved the wu for all to see with a content; and very smug grin. "I feel like I should inform you all that I'll be away for some while... So you'll all just have to prepare and dread the day I come back to steal all the wu!" He attempted the usual evil laugh, but it was rushed and he was moved backwards as he did it. He wasn't escaping; he was simply in a rush to be somewhere else. It was odd, both sides would admit, but no one had any time to say anything as Jack sped off, the eight remaining bots following after him.
Chase folded his arms, seeming to take great interest in the sky. Wuya had started ranting, but much like how Jack had tuned out the monks, he was tuning out the witch. He frowned. The odd actions of the boy weren't showing off maturity, but... as Wuya had said: he was distracted. His mind was preoccupied with something else and so he didn't put any thought into acting his usual "oh Chase I want your babies", "don't kill me", or "the wu is mine" (usually when it isn't).
Chase hummed with a very relaxed composure. He'd have to go visit Spicer later to find out what was causing the red head to abandon his usual eccentricities and fan-boy behavior about him.