Immortal Spicer
Prologue:
Plans are Forming
You know the phrase "Don't judge a book by its cover"? Of course you do; everyone does. Well this little anecdote actually happens to fit a certain "Evil Boy Genius" fairly well.
Jack Spicer is an excellent actor and has an infinite amount of patience. He is also not an idiot, worm or even incompetent. He couldn't give a flying fuck about being Heylin or Xiaolin and the balance of the world.
Even more surprising, Jack is an immortal.
It's a different kind of immortality from the likes of Wuya, Chase Young and the others, one with far less consequences and far more benefits. For one, he didn't turn into a disembodied spirit whenever he "died" or turned into a giant lizard and was most certainly not a bean.
This fact only made Jack slightly smug. He found the arrogance of the other Heylin immortals very amusing. For being a solid 1,100 years older than Jack, they all seemed very immature.
Jack mostly assumes they act the way they do because their immortality isn't a guaranteed thing, like his. He's pretty sure that the others could be killed if someone had the dedication to try hard enough. As far as Jack could tell he was the real deal, unless someone wanted to Devour him. Hell, Jack could get his head cut off and it would just reattach itself! He knows; he learned it the hard way.
Jack sat in the formal living room of his estate, staring intently at the fire, admiring the flickering tongues of light. He was reminiscing on a rather pleasant memory when one of his Jack-bots entered the room carrying a glass and a bottle of red wine. Glancing at the machine, Jack accepted the offer and poured himself a drink. He could indulge in one of his favorite past-times now that that screeching harpy, Wuya, decided to live with Chase instead. Swirling the beautiful crimson liquid, Jack sipped the sweet beverage and considered the predicament he's found himself in.
He was bored. So very, very bored. Bored of the Showdowns, the childish Monks and odd villains. Which is so disappointing since this whole thing started off as so much fun.
He loved the playing he did, acting idiotic and doing things wrong; making them all believe that he is truly incompetent at everything but robotics. Jack loved the chaos he wrecked on these people, messing with the balance of their precious world. However, the typical joy he took out of manipulating all of the players and fooling them into thinking he was useless was fading. Now he just wanted to disappear again and find something else to do with his infinite amount of time.
There was one problem though; the evil immortals knew his name and could find him anytime they pleased with a simple incantation. And it wouldn't be long before they noticed that he hasn't aged a day since he opened that stupid box and started this mess.
The only option I have, Jack realized with a start, is to reveal myself to them.
A devious grin stretched across Jack's pale face. Plans formed in front of his eyes and the thought of those shocked expressions from those Heylin and Xiaolin idiots brings him a joy that he hasn't felt in quite a while.
It has to be perfect though, for maximum impact… I have to wait for the perfect moment. Lay some groundwork first, drop a few hints. Oh, this is going to be great! But first…
"JB-13, call Maiza and tell him I'm going to visit him and his friends for a while." Maiza is the unofficial head of the immortals, if Jack is going to reveal himself to forces like this he needs to make sure that he doesn't put everyone else in danger, especially the person who knows the formula for the Grand Panacea. Beings like these would stop at nothing to discover a "one and done" path to immortality, even with side effects. A heads up is only polite.
"Yes Master Spicer. Are you taking any Jack-bots with you?" JB-13 whirred in his robotic voice.
"No, just you. And prepare the plane. We leave tomorrow morning."
"What about Shen Gong Wu, Master Spicer?"
"The Wu? Forget 'em. Let the losers and the morons fight over their toys," Jack grumbled as he rose from his seat, wine still in hand. He downed the rest in his glass and started up the stairs towards his bedroom. "I have more interesting things to deal with."
"Yes, Master Spicer."
Oh, this is going to be tons of fun!
AN: Hello everyone! This is a little plot bunny that's been running around my head for a while and I wanted to get it out there. I don't really have a plan for this and I'm mostly flying by the seat of my pants with this thing. Updates will be sparse and based on my school workload and how mean my writers-block decides to be.
Please tell me what you think!
... If anyone reads this that is.