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Jack groaned as he slowly regained consciousness. His head felt like someone had struck it with a brick. It was a struggle to open his eyes.

When he finally managed to open them, he looked at his surroundings in surprise. He was in a room he didn't recognize. It was small in size, and appeared to be made out of bricks. The only furniture in the room was an already lit fireplace and two armchairs, one of which he was sitting in. There was a small wooden table between the chairs. There was a door on the wall opposite him.

He tried to remember what had happened. He was working on his new robot...and then...and then...

"Chase?" he whispered. His evil hero was the last thing he remembered.

Just then, the door opened and Chase walked through. He was holding what looked like paper and a pen. His eyes widened a bit when he saw that Jack was awake and he smirked upon seeing Jack's confused expression.

"Ah, I see that you've finally awoken, Spicer," Chase said in way of greeting.

He sat down in the other armchair. He placed the paper, which Jack could now see was a rolled up scroll, and pen on the table. The immortal then leaned back and crossed his legs.

"So, Spicer, I'm sure you have some questions for me," Chase said in a pseudo-friendly voice. What might have passed for a smile, had it been anyone else, was on his lips.

Jack gulped. This whole situation couldn't lead to anything good.

"Y-yes, Chase, sir," he stammered. "Um, where am I? And why am I here?"

"You're in a room in my palace," Chase answered smoothly. "And I brought you here to discuss some business."

"Why couldn't we have done that back at my place? Evil boy geniuses shouldn't be knocked out and kidnapped like that, you know!" Jack snapped. Normally, he wouldn't have dared to raise his voice to the immortal, but his headache and his current predicament was making him rather irritable.

As expected, Chase didn't react well to the disrespect. His hand shot out and gripped the pale boy's chin harshly.

"I'll do whatever I please, worm," Chase sneered. "Now stop your whining before you really start to annoy me."

Jack immediately cowered under the man's gaze. "Ah! I'm sorry, Chase! Please don't hurt me!" he begged.

Chase's expression was a mix between pleased and disgusted. Looking away from the cowering boy, he unrolled the scroll and turned it so Jack could see what was written on it.

"Do you know what this is, Spicer?" he asked.

After skimming over the words, Jack replied "It looks like a contract."

"Indeed it is," Chase affirmed. "And do you know why it's here?"

"Uh, no?" Jack replied, confused. How the hell was he supposed to know?

The scowl on the dragon lord's face deepened. "As you may have noticed, Jack, our fellow evildoers are not very...trustworthy." At this, he gave the genius a pointed look. "I have decided that all of you need to be retrained in the fine art of evil. The lot of you have the monks laughing at us. I will also be giving you all lessons on honor and loyalty, traits which you all severely lack. And I have decided that it will be easiest to start with you, Spicer."

He picked up the pen and handed it to Jack. "By signing this contract, you will be signing yourself over to me as an apprentice and servant. That means that I will have complete control over you, but in exchange, you shall be under my tutelage and protection. I shall keep you from harm and teach you true evil. Does that sound reasonable?"

Jack's eyes flicked between his idol and the scroll a few times before he answered. "Hey, hold up there a minute, CY," he said arrogantly. "I'm all for the apprentice position, but there's no way I'm giving you that kind of control over me."

"And why not?" Chase questioned with a dangerous smile on his lips. "So you can betray me the first chance you get? So you can run off whenever you please to go play with your little mechanical toys? So you can decide you want to be good and join the monks again?"

"Hey, Evil Boy Genius needs his space, and -" Jack was cut off by the older man grabbing him by the neck and lifting him up. He was now eye-level with his idol.

"I should have known that we were going to have to do this the hard way," Chase growled. "I'm giving you one last chance to sign the contract willingly. Now, will you or not?"

Feeling oddly brave, Jack shook his head "no".

"Have it your way, then," Chase said with an evil looking smile.

Jack gasped as he was suddenly thrown to the floor. In an instant, his evil hero was on him. The man used one foot to step on Jack's stomach, making it hard for the boy to breathe. His other foot stepped on Jack's ankle, instantly snapping it.

Jack howled in pain and the immortal put pressure on his injured ankle. "Chase, please, stop! Stop! I'll do anything you want!"

"Anything?" Chase murmured. "Even signing the contract?"

"Y-yes!" Jack cried. Large tears were now pouring out of his eyes.

"Are you sure? You weren't so eager a moment ago," Chase mocked. He started to put more pressure on the ankle.

Jack started to scream louder. "Yes, yes, I'll sign it! Just, please!"

Smirking, Chase picked the young genius up by his collar and carried him back over to his chair. He then looked pointedly toward the scroll. Taking the hint, Jack hurriedly grabbed the pen and signed his name.

"Good boy, Jack," Chase said in a fake-gentle voice. Jack shuddered at the pleased smirk on the man's face.

He scooped the still-sobbing boy up and carried him out of the room. He walked down a few hallways before stopping at a wooden door. With just a look, the door opened itself and Chase brought them both into the room.

"This is where you'll be staying," Chase informed his injured fan.

Jack managed to wipe his tears long enough to observe his new room. It was a fairly decent size and decorated with stone and wood. There was a wardrobe on one side of the room. Next to it was another door. On the other side was a large, comfortable looking bed.

Chase placed him on the bed. He began to protest when the man reached for his ankle, but was quickly shushed.

"Hold still, Spicer," Chase ordered.

Using only the slightest bit of magic, he healed the boy's injury. Satisfied, he snapped his fingers, and two of his warriors appeared in the doorway. With a wave of their master's hand, they walked over to his side. Jack started at the side of the two large tigers, but a look from Chase made him stay still.

"Spicer, these are Adelpha and Ryo," he said, gesturing to the tigers. "Should you need anything, they will assist you. Now, I am going to leave you for the night. I expect you to rest well, for tomorrow we start your training." With that he left the room.

Jack sank into the bed. What a day, was his last thought before exhaustion claimed him.

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Chase smirked as he walked to his own bedroom. His training of Spicer was already going well. He decided the "carrot and stick" method would be best for training his future minions. When Spicer disobeyed him, he was punished. And when Spicer did as he was told, he was treated kindly. He had a feeling that the boy would learn fast. With their new arrangements, it was almost a guarantee.

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A/n: So, yeah. Hoped you guys liked that. Please review and tell me what you think of this. I've never written these characters before and I'm not sure if I'm doing it right.