Welcome to another Xiaolin Showdown Fanfiction.

Warning: this story will be dealing with some serious themes.

Jack muttered to himself as he limped through the woods, ankle twisted, heli-pack broken and all of his Jack-bots destroyed, wasn't today just a perfect day. Those stupid monks beat him, once again, and he lost the Wu. At least Chase wasn't there to see him fail, this time, every time he saw that look of annoyance and disgust in Chase's eyes, Jack just wanted to run away and cry. Why couldn't he do something right for once? Anything? Something? Please? Why does he even bother anymore? He should just give up, stay home, go to school and live the normal life that his parents want him to. To be a doctor or a lawyer or something boring like that.

Jack didn't want a normal life, he wants to live beyond what people say life is. He wants to live a life of excitement, where his inventions are big and powerful and indestructible. A life where no one would ever dream of mocking him, where they would grovel at his feet and beg for the mercy that this world never gave him. The mercy that he was refused because of who he was. His albinism made him an outcast enough, but his intelligence made him even more of one. Jack's own parents never understood a single thing he said and they still believe that he'll grow out of who he is and will follow in the family footsteps and go to snobby parties where everyone smells of mothballs and other women's husband's cologne. That was not the life Jack wanted and it wasn't the life he would ever accept.

"Poor little Jack." Jack stopped when he heard a voice from behind the trees. "Look at little Jack, all alone and injured, how sad."

"S-Show yourself." Jack called out. That sounded a lot tougher in his head.

"He's trying to be brave? How cute."

"Shut up!"

"There's his voice. Where was that before?"

"Leave me alone!" Jack started stepping backward, hearing that the voice was now in front of him.

"Little Jack just doesn't want to alone, right?"

"Stop..."

"Little Jack just wants to live his life."

"Stop."

"Little Jack doesn't want to disappoint Chase anymore."

"Stop! Stop it! Stop talking!" Jack cried and yelped as he tripped over something and landed on his rear.

"Little Jack's crying. Little Jack is so little and weak."

"That's..." Jack scrambled to his knees and looked at the container he almost knocked over as he fell. "This is the..."

"Lao Mang Lone Soup." The voice finished Jack's sentence.

"How?" Jack removed the lid and saw the green liquid inside of the golden container.

"I have my ways." Jack slowly grabbed the container and lifted it up, the steam flowing into his nose and the young man almost gagged from the smell of the soup. "Go ahead, drink it."

"No way, dude." Jack ignored the soft laugh that happened after saying 'dude' "I'm not falling for that. I'm taking this back to Chase."

"Why? So he can accuse you of stealing from him?" Jack quickly spun around, feeling as if the voice was right behind him and was greeted by only trees.

"He knows that I would never-"

"Why do you keep lying to yourself?" Jack turned again and still nothing.

"Cut that out!" Jack snapped.

"Everyone's always going to think that you're small and weak no matter what you can create with your inventions. That's not how this world works and you know it." Jack didn't bother moving this time.

"I don't need some soup to prove that I'm powerful."

"Are you saying that you're better than Chase Young?"

"Of course not!"

"Chase drank the Lao Mang Lone Soup."

"Chase was tricked by Bean, I won't be tricked."

"Chase wouldn't be who he is today without that soup and you could be just as strong or even stronger that the Chase Young if you drank the soup."

"Why do you want me to drink this? How does this help you?"

"I just don't like seeing the weak suffer."

"I am not weak!" Jack cried.

"Keep telling yourself that, Jack. Keep telling yourself that as you're beaten on a daily basis by monks who claim to be good, as you're treated like a worm by the man you idolize, as you're tossed aside like some object because you're no longer useful like Wuya did to you."

"How do you know about those things?"

"I have eyes and ear everywhere, Jack."

"I..." Jack started to shake a little as he kept his eyes on the soup.

"Go on, Jack. Do it."

"No, I don't need it." Was he really telling the truth? To be as strong and powerful and respected like Chase Young was a dream he always assumed could never happen as he suffered loss after loss.

"Do it."

"No!" What would he be giving up if he drank this? His soul? Like he ever really used it. Like anyone ever cared about the soul he has. What would losing it do to him besides allowing him to finally be what he wanted to be?

"Do it!"

"Fine!" Jack poured the soup down his throat and dropped the container after doing so. His eyes watered and he slapped his hands over his mouth as he fell to his knees, the taste burning every part of his mouth as he forced the liquid down. Something was fighting against him as the soup traveled down his body but the struggle soon stopped. Jack started coughing and he could feel some of the soup coming out of his mouth and splattering on the grass and dripping down his chin. "No..." Jack groaned when he realized what he had done. How could he have been so stupid? How could he do this? What has he done?

"Have fun, Jackie." The voice sang, fading away as it sang Jack's name.

"No!" Jack screamed. He fell forward the rest of the way and punched the ground before his entire body was engulfed with pain. The young genius cried out as he was forcibly changed into a monster. His limbs stretched out and claws pushed their way through the scaled skin and Jack could feel every single spike pop out of his back while his spine hardened and curved. Jack bit his lip till the piece of skin was torn away as a muzzle jutted out and his vision went red. Everything was red. Why was it all red? Color soon returned to normal as his vision cleared up and everything looked crisper, more real than it had before. Jack slowly stood up in his new body and let out a roar, smirking as he heard birds fly away with fear. He ran his long tongue across the tips of his sharp teeth, feeling blood seeping from the wound and laughing at the taste. Loving the iron caught in the back of his throat. He needed more.

Jack went to the closest tree and clawed at it till it fell over. Nothing living was in the tree, much to Jack's disappointment, but he jerked his head to the side when he saw a squirrel running away. Jack laughed again, his voice rough and deep since he was not used to his vocal cords yet. The new monster went down on all fours and chased after the squirrel, leaping up into the tree that the small rodent had climbed. Jack snatched the squirrel and fell out of the tree, feeling no pain as he crashed into the ground. He held the squirrel with both hands and the animal's cries were soon stopped when Jack bit its head and tore it off, the blood coating his tongue and fulfilling a small bit of the craving he had but he still wanted even more after finishing off the squirrel, licking off what blood was left on his lips and leaving some of it on his hands, the scent of the blood almost as satisfying as tasting it. Jack perked up when he heard something heading towards him. Something larger. Perhaps a deer. There was so much blood in a deer.

"Now, what is this?" The person who spoke seemed familiar but Jack's blood-craving wouldn't allow who this person was to register into his brain. The only thought in his mind was blood. Jack roared again before attacking the person, shocked to find his hands empty and the person far away from him. "Spicer?" Jack didn't respond and attacked the person again. Once again. being left empty-handed. "You may now have the strength, but you lack any of the control. Let me show you how a true form is used." Jack took a step back as the person suddenly changed as well, their body similar to his own. Who was this person? And why did he have a feeling that he knew the person "Have I stunned you?" The person chuckled, snapping Jack out of his thoughts and the genius attacked the person once more.

The person caught Jack by the wrist and flipped him over. Jack whimpered as he felt every stone, stick, and blade of grass dig into his back, the force of the slam much more powerful than his fall from the tree. Jack moved away as he got back up. The other person got lucky, that was all. Jack lunged again and found himself being held by the other person, one clawed hand on his throat and the other on his chest. The young man could feel his pulse beating throughout his body as he was made powerless in this position and he didn't know whether he hated it or loved it. Jack's eyes went wide and his mouth watered when he saw that the person's arm was right in front of his mouth. He quickly bit into it and started sucking at the blood. The taste sent a shiver down his spine and he was ready to bite again to get more but was stopped as the person hit the back of his head and made everything go black.

Chase stared down at Jack as the young man returned to his normal form, body bare and hands and lips coated with his blood and the blood of a squirrel by the smell of it. Chase walked over to a container laying close by and examined it, letting out a growl when he realized what it was and what Jack had done.

"Idiot." Chase huffed. "Do you have any idea of the mistake you have made?" He asked the unconscious genius. Chase went back over to Jack and nudged him with his foot, getting no reaction from the young man. "I should just leave you. Let you suffer through this yourself like I had but times have changed since I first drank the soup and I can't allow you to run around freely and murder most of the Chinese population during a rampage." Chase scooped Jack off of the ground. "Looks like I'm stuck with a new apprentice."