I forgot about this one! I'm so sorry!
Disclaimer: I do not own Jackie Chan Adventures or anything related.
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Kit sulked in the back of the moving van she had currently claimed. The reason she was sulking? Those obnoxious teenage Geckos took over her first home, a renovated semi trailer. They came and went whenever the head gecko, Drago, spazzed. It was up to Kit to get groceries, laundry detergent, clothes, and other necessities. And yet, the gecko four would pick on her, tell her to do this, do that, you're doing it wrong, get this, get that, that's the wrong thing, you're stupid, useless, worthless.
Choking back a sob, Kit curled into herself even tighter. She had made up her mind. Tomorrow, she would leave for a different junkyard, see how the geckos fared for themselves.
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DJ Fist stood outside Kit's "room", a tray of fresh-baked brownies in hand. He raised a hand to knock, but hearing a choked sob he hesitated. After a few moments, his hand lowered, he set the brownies before the door and tuned away.
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The next day, the gecko gang woke up to find a tray of brownies on the table and no Kit.
"Good riddance!" Drago groused. "That wench was totally useless!"
Cobra did a double-take and stared at Drago. Wench?
Ice, however, was staring at Fist. He seemed a bit downcast. Was it connected to the missing Kit?
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Kit was currently hitchhiking east. The further away from those four she got, the better. But why did she feel like she was leaving something important behind?
Shaking her head, she decided to ignore the feeling. She would only get hurt around those scaly jerks. Leaning her head against the headrest in the car she was currently in, she closed her eyes and dropped off into slumber.
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Something was wrong with Drago's posse, Jade noted. They were getting thinner and seemed distinctly depressed. They didn't put up as much of a fight as usual, and Drago never even bothered to chew them out for it. Something was definitely up.
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Kit grumbled to herself as she wiped blood off her face. The guy whose car she had fallen asleep in had turned out to be a serious creeper. He wasn't a problem now, and she had his money, about two hundred dollars. Now, where to hide the body…
When she turned back to the body, however, she saw that it was glowing. The glow intensified and narrowed into a beam before leaving the man's body and heading straight for her.
The sensation of possession settled into her body and Kit sighed. Why couldn't she be a normal runaway? Actually, this thing was the reason she ran away in the first place.
