Here's chapter two for ya! And my thanks goes to MysticMoonbeam, who was the first reviewer. The biggest brownie goes to you, ya lucky dog!

Chapter Dos: Bad Impressions and Unfortunate Meeting

Chase's portal suddenly appeared in front of a bustling busy Kroger. He stepped out with a bored, expressionless look on his face, acting like it was no big deal, while nearby witnesses, to Chase's annoyance, screamed in horror. Some just looked completely confuzzled.

" And of course they have to point," Chase thought as he glared at a young woman with a grocery bag in one hand and pointing with the other, a look of shock on her contorted face. " Good golly! That man…did you see that? Oh my goodness!"

" Holy crap!" a fat man piped, dropping his shopping bags in disbelief. " That guy just stepped out a…strange universe!"

" He's an alien, no doubt! Look at how he's dressed!"

" He's a cat in disguise! Look at his eyes!"

" I think he's sexy!!!"

Ignoring the crowd, (but glaring daggers at a the teenage girl who called him sexy), Chase made his way to the Kroger entrance in a huff, everyone watching his every move. He stopped in front of two see through sliding doors. They wouldn't open. Chase grew extremely impatient. " Dammit, open!" he hissed in his mind. Nada (ooh yay! Another Spanish word!).

Chase growled loudly. He was SO not in the mood for this. And he did not want an audience. He swiftly swiveled his body to the crowd of people. "STOP STARING AT ME!!! GO ABOUT YOUR BUSINESS!!" he roared, eyes blazing a fierce golden yellow, forming to slits (If it were a cartoon, a background of fire would've appeared behind Chase). With all his power he formed a ball of immense fire in his two hands and blasted the two doors off their hinges with full force no mercy. The people in the parking lot ran like bloody hell, screaming their faces off after witnessing the door attack from Chase. " Aaaaahhhhh! Magical Terrorist!" an old man cried. Chase really didn't give a damn at the moment. He was just glad he got those doors to open.

Acting oblivious about the burning doors, Chase stepped inside the large produce store. The mob at the bottle return stood frozen, completely in shock. Chase rolled his eyes and faced the cowering crowd. " Oh what? Never seen a 1500 year old Heylin warrior blast open a door using a mere fire blast?" he asked as if it were an everyday question. The small mob of terrified people dropped their bottles and cans and scampered away in a rush.

" God, these people don't get out much," Chase said to himself as he attempted to pull out a grocery cart, which wouldn't budge from its place. " You have GOT to be freakin joking…" the man trailed off, using all his strength to pull the cart off the other. Nothing happened.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!!" Chase screamed, wildly kicking the side of the metal cart. " You piece of crap!" he wailed. His eyes were becoming slits again…..

Just when Chase was about to use his fire blast, a adolescent boy with shiny red hair, a blue sweater vest, and white trousers skipped up to the raging Chase…creepily. " Need help, friend?" the young boy asked in a overly cheerful voice. This made Chase stop dead in his tracks. He knew that voice from somewhere…but where? He slowly revolved around and saw….

" GOOD JACK!?" Chase shrieked, accidentally bumping into a shopping cart and falling into it, not taking his catlike eyes off the peppy boy, who looked baffled at the moment, but facial expression instantly turning to joy. Good Jack bent down and observed the evil Heylin in the grocery cart. " Chase Young! What an honour! I am soooooooo happy to see you!" Good Jack eagerly piped, clapping his hands quickly (like a perky cheerleader does…ugh. I'M NOT THAT! Sorry…let's continue). Chase's eyes grew wide in pure disgust while making a weird face. " What the hell is wrong with this kid?" Chase pondered. Then again, who doesn't ask that question?

" Heehee! Oh, Mr. Chase, you don't go in the grocery cart, the food does, you silly goose!" Good Jack happily scolded, bending down and patting Chase on the head like a mother would to her kids. Chase looked confused for a moment, but then his eyebrows furrowed in anger. No one touches him! The evil Heylin reached out and took a firm hold on Good Jack's arm. " You little nitwit, NO ONE has permission to touch me!" Chase hissed through gritted teeth. Before he could say anything more he and Good Jack spun around and saw group of middle aged women stare at the two men in confusion. Chase fake coughed. " Uh…don't even think on doing that again!" he said, releasing his grip on the younger boy's arm, which was now stinging red. The women went about their business, but still giving befuddled looks.

" Now, whelp, get me out of this infernal cart before anyone else comes," Chase demanded. His ass was getting sore. With all his strength Good Jack managed to pull Chase out of the grocery cart with one pull. " There you go, buddy," Good Jack smiled, " oh and here," he said, pulling the grocery cart out of the other with no trouble at all.

Chase was shocked. How the duce did that whelp get that cart out of there so easily and HE couldn't? " Wha- what? How did you? What the hell did you-"

" Oh, no problem, buddy," Good Jack interrupted, wheeling the cart up to the befuddled Chase. " There are just some people with no upper body strength, I guess. Erm…no offense." Good Jack put on a cheesy smile. Chase growled at the irony of that statement. " Non. Taken." the Heylin master gritted. " Now, what the hell are you doing here anyway?"

" Oh, I just stopped by to grab a pudding pack," Good Jack sighed. " I went over to my other half's house to drop off a nice fruit basket…I went into his basement and saw the poor thing huddled in the corner, rocking…and rocking…and rocking…and rocking…and REALLY rocking…and rocking…and-"

Chase rolled his catlike eyes." Can you move it along, please?" he asked impatiently, not really interested in the story at all.

" I asked what was wrong and he said there were no more pudding cups. I put myself into action and came here to get some for him. I'm sure he'll be very happy! YAAAAAYYYYYY!!!" Good Jack exclaimed. He jumped in the air excitedly, making Chase slightly wig out.

" Okay…I'm gonna leave you alone now…bye!" Chase quickly said, making a desperate dash for the doors into the main part of the store.

" Alright, see you around, Mr. Chase!" Good Jack waved goodbye. " Such a nice man, he is," he said to himself, skipping into the Kroger.

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