A/N : Hello readers, I won't keep you long. There is a poll on my profile that says whether you want it to be chack, adventure, or both. I will update, there will be no constant timing though. Thank you for the reviews, and without further ado, I give you, Chapter 1.

There comes a time when man grows, and closes the eyes of ignorance, and opens the eyes of understanding, they then look to the world. Many times, they try to close their eyes, and hide, for there is much horror that taints the world, and burns the eyes, like smoke from flames. Sometimes, tragedy strikes, and instead of an adult opening their eyes, a child does, and they lose the security of ignorance. There is a question that comes with this. The question being : Is the fact the child can see the world a gift, or a curse? Many doubt that it will ever be known, except by those children whose eyes are open, and many times the case is that the child is silent, yet wide eyed. Sometimes, just every once in a new moon, I wonder........

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It was strange really, the simplicity of it all. The gathering of what was important to them, the Shen Gong Wu. There were no robots to fight, no one to converse with, or waste time on. Without Spicer there to make a fool out of himself, everything was one step easier. Not to say that getting the artifacts was easy, after all, Chase Young was by not means an easy fight. If anything, you'd be the luckiest bastard in the world to get out of a fight with him unscathed, which never was the case. Except of course that one time, not to long ago when......

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Omi sat down, tending to the new wounds that had marked up his yellow skin. Now, his skin was more of blue, purple and green portrait, that had been crudely painted onto his flesh, just like his other team mates. Chase Young never had shown mercy before, it was not likely that he would ever. But ever since that one time, he had been a bit off, not off enough for them to gain any leverage, but off non the less. They had unsuccessfully tried to obtain another Wu, all their work was for not, for their feeble attempts to gain the Wu was worthless, and now, they were in so much pain they couldn't even remember what was the Wu that they were trying to get. It was supposed to be quick, they had though that only Jack would be there, but, he was not. The space was empty, except for Chase Young, who, upon study, held a distant look in his eyes, the Shen Gong Wu in his hands. It may not of phased the others, but like always, Omi could not let one thing go.

"Where was Jack Spicer? Surely I am not the only one that has noticed his missing presince?" Omi strained to say, his windpipe still sore after a painful blow to his neck had been delivered, only a few hours ago. Such a horrid pain, but nothing was bleeding, there was no red, like certain gleaming eyes.

"Maybe he finally gave up. Lord knows he can't fight worth nothin." Raimudo shrugged, obviously not caring about the albino boy. If only he knew.

The others said nothing, Clay was busy patching up his arm, and Kimiko was occupied with fixing her leg, which had been twisted in an awkward position. There was no need to say that it had been long and excruciating half an hour for her and her leg. Nothing compared to the lab though. Jack would know.

Dojo sighed, and looked up momentarily, sometimes he had to wonder.

"Why do you care Omi? He's tried, as Raimudo has put it "to waste you" before, remember? And think about all that he has done, and all the things he has tired to do." Master Fung said quietly, his thoughts more focused on the trouble the world would be in if they continued to lose.

"Yeah Omi, you should really be more worried about us and our butts, if we keep losing like this, who knows what will happen!" Raimudo made sure to remind Omi more of their failures.

It was then that Omi forgot about Jack, at least for the moment, and focused on training, or fighting against the evil the was katnappe, who had just payed a surprise visit to the monks.

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Chase Young sat down and rubbed his temples, Wuya had just left, offering him some peace an quite. He was left to his thoughts, he had gotten a powerful Shen Gong Wu, yet, he could not figure out how to activate it, it was different then the others, so much more couldn't even find any documents on it. But that was not what was on his busy mind, oh no, what was on his mind was the picture, the one he had found, the one that had fallen out of Jack's pocket the very last time he saw him, it was just one picture mind you. In it, was a little boy, with soft blue eyes, light tan skin, and soft silk hazel hair. He was being held within his family's arms, and on the back of this picture was a name, and it confused him so. Jack Spicer, age four. He needed to rid these thoughts that plagued him. But he could not, he doubted, that even with his questions answered, that he would ever be able to.

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Jack Spicer was lying down, right atop a cliff. He was nude except for his boxers, scars marked his body, all was scar tissue, he looked like a sculpture of an angel gone wrong, filled with cracks, or maybe he was more of a rag doll, with all of his stitches, or maybe was porcelain, with broken skin, and painted on features, if he was, it was a shock that he had yet to shattter completely. Wind blew harshly, and rain slapped his face. It was cold, very cold where he was, but then again it had always been too cold, or too hot, or too painful here, at the cliff were he laid. Jack closed his red eyes, and let the dye wash out of his hair. The wind shrieked and howled, releasing memories of screams and cries of of his own. It was then that Jack let a silent scream, his mouth opened, but no sound came. His face was contorted into one of immense agony, and then there was nothing. The rain continued to fall, blinding anyone who tried to see a couple feet ahead of them. Sometimes I wish I was blind. There was only the sound of breath, and soon, that too was gone. Red color stained the ground that had been laid upon only a few minutes before, it was not dye though, that stained the grass and dirt, nor was it blood.