Fair warning. There is mentions of M-preg. So those of you who don't like that sort of story you probably should go. And since you know about the m-preg you should guess that there is yaoi here too. If that's not your thing then that's fine. But please don't read if you hate that kind of thing. Feel free to flame if this really does suck though.
Bonds Break. Blood Boils. Burning into oblivion. Hell has awoken. Heaven has fought.
The War has begun.
Centuries contain conflict. People perusing people. Death dealing delights. Silence speaking soundly.
But now it runs wild and free. The blood has been spilt. The bonds burned to the ashen ground. The plain void of life in its very existence. Red rain ravishes the barren plain. And in this blood bath things begin a new. The pure stained, the stained tarnished. The tarnished eroded. Then in the erosion a new life is born. Pure and pristine. Just as they were many lifetimes ago.
Though given the circumstances, some were never born pure and clean. The twins held in his arms were prime examples. Two born of his own flesh and blood.
"You shall be named Chance," he huffed to the infant male, "and you," he huffed to the infant girl, "Jenna."
Jenna wailed and Chance just fell asleep. It's not safe. Bringing them close to his breast he runs. The world coated in darkness. There was one small flickering light that could bear safety for him and the two babes.
"Dashi, protect me," he said softly. He would have laughed a year ago if someone had told him he would say that. For just a year ago he was a simple Heylin. Now, his wide eyes looked toward the Xiaolin. Even if they would not take him in, he knew that they would at least protect Chance and Jenna.
He entered the outskirts of the Xiaolin encampment. People of all ages and races were gathered. They gathered for the last fight. The last chance to take down the ruler of the world. He walked in with the two slowly. People stared at him and the two babies. They would not attack unless ordered. Or provoked. He walked the familiar path to the main part of the encampment. The Xiaolin temple. Tired and worn he walked down the equally worn stone path that led to the door of the temple.
He knocked on the large doors hopefully loud enough to gain the attention of those inside the walls. The corners of his mouth rose as they opened. A tall blond looked at him quickly.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"Clay, I have wronged you and the other dragons. But please hear me out. I merely wish to find a safe place for my children to grow up," the man said. Clay saw the two children in his arms, "I understand if you won't take me, but please take Chance and Jenna. I can't protect them out there. They have done nothing wrong so if you are Xiaolin you will allow them to join you and the resistance."
Clay frowned. He didn't expect him to be alive, much less with kids. He was never one to put up with kids.
"You may come in," he said opening the doors a bit wider. A smile grew on the man's face. His blood stained skin seemed to glow with the joy and relief he was feeling. He followed Clay to the meditation room. Where the other dragons were most likely.
"Who's the mother?" Clay asked trying to bring up conversation.
"I am," he said. Clay turned and stared at the red haired man behind him.
"Spicer, men don't have kids like that," he said. Jack sighed.
"Something's happened. And now I am the proud mother of Chance and Jenna."
Clay could tell he wasn't lying. There was something different about Jack. The darkness seemed to have slithered out of Jack, leaving only a residue of memories. The inky blackness that had faded to grey.
"Well congrats," said Clay. Jack smiled down at the two babes.
"Thanks," he said.
"Who's the father?"
Jack's eyes shot up to Clay. His eyes dilated with fear.
"No one in particular," he said quickly. Clay dropped it. Now was time to talk to the others.
Ten years down the road things had been different. Darkness still overwhelmed the land with a small flickering light fighting back. People died. People were born. Two children stayed out of the way. Standing near their father.
"Chance, Jenna. It'll be fine. Omi is a very skilled teacher," Jack said softly. White hair fell over one of his eyes. It had been years since he had dyed it. And with the expense of gel he let it lie flat.
"But I don't want to fight. I'd rather be in the lab," Chance said stoically. Tan skin. Dark hair that almost touched his shoulders with some curl. His eyes almost void of emotion. A contrast to what the older people saw in Jack with their similar eyes. Jack's being a vibrant red while Chance's was more of a burnt brown. He carried a bored expression on his face, "Why not create machines to fight? There would be fewer casualties on our side."
But of course Jenna had a different opinion.
"Fighting is cool. What would you do without all your silly toys… no offence dad," she added quickly. She was very different from her brother with her rather brass attitude. She had short messy red hair like Jack's mother used to have. Her eyes were a brown yellow color. Hazel the monks eventually decided. It was the closet thing that would match her frighteningly yellowish eyes.
"None taken. But how about a deal. You both train with Omi for a month and if you don't like it then you can stop and continue helping me in the lab with medicine and armor," he said. Chance let a smile at the prospect of going back to the lab. Jenna rolled her eyes.
"Like that's going to happen," she said stiffly.
"I'll make sure you live up to that dad," answered Chance as Omi arrived. Jack bowed his head slightly.
"Monk Master Omi," he said with a hint of sarcasm. Omi smiled at him. He was a bit taller than when they had first met, but overall he was still short. The twins being taller than the man they were to learn under.
"Hello Jack," he said, "Chance, Jenna, are you ready?"
"Hell yeah!" yelled Jenna while Chance mumbled, "No way."
"Indecisive are we?" he asked the two.
"No," they said in unison. Omi laughed.
"I see. One river but two different streams?"
Both looked at him with confusion on their faces.
"There is much to be done," said Omi. Jack nodded.
"They can be taught. They are both capable," he said. They both took a bit after their father after all.
He had seen the looks in Chance. He had seen the craving for strength in Jenna. Chance mirroring his own obsession with technology. And Jenna with the other in Martial Arts and Magic.
Son like mother. Daughter like father. Jack watched as Omi began to teach them.
"Dashi protect us," Jack said softly taking note of the ever growing dark sky. Ten years have been fairly safe. But how much longer?
The ruler of the land was a man of power. Dark, cruel, and commanding. He was an enemy of light for centuries.
The dark dragon lord Chase Young. Controller of most of the planet with only a small portion that contained his entertainment. That's all they were to him. If he just got rid of them he would be bored. But with them trying to fight him he would at least have entertainment.
He needed a challenge since he did not have a student. Omi had remained loyal to the Xiaolin side after so many years there was nothing he could really do to change the monk's mind.
He could've taken any number of people as his apprentice, but none felt right. The only one that stood out in his mind currently was Jack Spicer. The sniveling fool he hadn't seen in years. Not since he had destroyed his lab. More of a whim to do so really. He was bored. So while Jack was inside and not working on his robots, some other project perhaps, he caused an explosion, releasing magic into the workshop. He sneered as Jack made his way out of the damaged lab. A horrified look on his face when he saw Chase. He fled. Stupid little sissy.
That day made him feel a bit off though. And again so nine months later. A nagging feeling came shortly after. One that made him feel like he should be looking for something. Or someone. He deemed it as lust and had his way with some women from the area he had conquered. That did little to help him though. He tended to ignore it now.
But the feeling had resurfaced. Stronger than ever. A small thought came to mind. A successor. He needed a successor. A child to teach and train to be evil from birth. A demon child. One that had shared his blood. One that would be a challenge to train. And no doubt try and overthrow him as king. Lasting entertainment. And should he grow board of ruling he can hand it off and overthrow the child later. With immortality, boredom was the biggest enemy.
He just needed to pick the bride. Though he was a dragon lord (an attractive one at that) he himself was picky. And though he did have his bouts of lust, if he was going to make sure that he had child then he would want someone who could handle his personality. Someone durable. Someone who understood what it meant to be Heylin. And someone attractive. Preferably exotic. He would want his bride to be as noticed as himself. Not powerful enough to dethrone him though. Someone like a doll. Porcelain. His mind flickered back to Jack. His pale smooth skin. He shook his head. No. He was a dark ruler. Jack would not be his consort. The boy was probably dead after all these years. He would have come to Chase begging for safety by now if he was still alive.
The thought made his black and shriveled heart ache. Jack had been different. Things were never boring when Jack appeared. There was always something. He sighed.
He needed Jack. The boundless and entertaining energy that drove him to the verge of insanity. He would find one of his robots and use the Jabber Jaws shen gong wu. He would talk to him from beyond the grave. Find his soul and tie him to the plane of existence that held Chase. At least in conversation he would never be bored with the enthusiastic scientist never shutting up.
Back at the temple.
"Kimiko, Raimundo, Clay, step aside," Jack said calmly.
"This is crazy," Clay said. Jack looked up at the cowboy.
"I know what's going to happen. Ever since the crystal specs were destroyed I've seen things," Jack began.
"We didn't mean to get those shards in your face Jack," said Kimiko.
"Yeah. No one wanted me to have the power of any wu. Regardless, I saw Chase."
"Here at the temple?" questioned the Shoku warrior. Jack shook his head.
"No. I saw him outside of Xiaolin territory. He stood with his companion Diol at his side. I have a feeling that something is going to happen. For better or for worse it will change the outcome of this war. And besides. I'm not going alone. My trusted Jack-bots are coming with me."
"Your loco," said Raimundo. Jack smiled.
"Maybe. Most geniuses are called crazy," he said with a cocky smile he hadn't let out in years, "And I am Jack Spicer, evil genius."
"Not evil boy genius?" Kimiko mocked.
"No. He's grown up."
Well like I said feel free to flame. And Jack will show similarities to being young, but it's been like 15 years from the end of the series. Things change.
