Chase sipped his wine in his main room slowly. The rich blood red color making him feel content. Almost like Jack's bright red eyes. Warm and deliciously cruel. And now he was back. He would have laughed years ago if someone had told him that he would want Jack Spicer in his control. But now he was content in having the young mind in his control. Though he wondered where the inventor had been. He had been gone for years. And he had changed. He was actually desirable. Looking at him, he could tell that something had changed his view on the world.
A wife perhaps. He heard the sound of glass breaking and something wet on his hand. He looked at his hand to see the broken glass and the wine dripping off his hand and onto the floor. He glared at the wine and the glass. Perhaps he needed something else. Jack was not something he should be thinking about. The whiny little snow colored brat.
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"What is this place?" Jenna asked with wide eyes running about the newly discovered room. The lights were a bit brighter than before as they stayed on for a while.
"The lab," Chance said simply getting a closer look at some of the discarded machines and various mechanical limbs thrown about the place. He picked up a torch and turned it on unaware of what it would do. A blue flame shot out making Jenna jump. Chance just nodded his head.
"There is so much here. Tool, metal, components. You could build an army and not have to leave this very room. Forget toys medicine and armor. You could build soldiers that could be easily fixed and replaced with no human ties. No connections. Just orders," he said with a certain idealistic bliss on his face. Something so foreign to him and Jenna.
"You think dad knows about this?" Jenna asked.
"Yeah," he said running over towards something. He grunted and began dragging something large and heavy into the light. Copper and black metal glistened in the light. The claws and menacing and cruel. Slight rust was built up along the area that connected the body of the bot to the head. Chance looked at the wiring that was sticking out of the machine, "I think dad was an inventor. Before he had us."
Jenna scrunched her nose. She knew her dad was peculiar but an inventor? He made toys armor and medicine. Not killing machines. Not emotionless and practically meaningless monstrosities.
"Their beautiful," said Chance in awe as he began fiddling with the wiring. Jenna looked at his as if he were crazy, "So complex yet so simple. The wiring is only minor damaged too. I bet I can fix it."
She gave him a look of disbelief. He ignored her and continued to fiddle with the machine. She was about to walk away when a whirl of sound came from the shell of the machine that Chance was working on. It lifted itself into the air. A red gleam came over what looked like its eyes.
It turned to look at the two. It then settled on Jenna.
"Who are you? And why do you look like Master Jack?" it asked in a monotonous voice that easily mimicked Chance's own voice. Chance blinked.
"Fascinating. Dad really did build this. Tell me," he said to the bot, "What is your name?"
"I am Jack-bot 13," it said. The voice made Jenna shudder. She never cared for robots. They had no life, they were just a shell. Why Chance was interested in the scrap metal with a voice was beyond her. She was getting out of here before she would do something she would regret.
"Let's get out of here Chance," she said sternly.
"Tell me Jack Bot 13, where are the others like you? Dad must've made more."
The robot looked at him. Or it seemed like it was looking at him.
"You are Master Jack's offspring," it began, "The rest of the Jack-bots were destroyed by Chase Young."
Chance frowned. There was that name again. Chase. He looked over at the reptilian blue print.
"I'm out of here. Chance let me know when you're done playing with these… toys," she said with distain leaving the lab. Chance stayed there revealing in the machinery that surrounded him.
"It's not possible. These are supposed to be fairytales," Jenna said to herself. Machines were nothing but stories and toys.
She walked outside and headed toward her bed area. Night had already fallen. She shivered in the cool air. She loved things to be warm. She utterly despised the cold. It was often times joked that she was cold blooded. She snarled into the night. The moon missing from the night. The velvet sky as black as coal.
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Jack sighed as he finished the first robot. He flipped the switch having it spring to life. The machine jumped out and nearly maimed him had he not seen what would happen and moved out of the way. His white lab jacket ripped on his sleeve from the machine.
"That's a pain," he said to himself.
"And pray tell what happened?" asked a voice. Jack closed his eyes and sighed.
"The machine did its primary function of attacking and ended up tearing my lab coat," he said looking at it nonchalantly. Chase saw the rip.
"Always making big deals out of small problems Jack?" he asked.
"No. It's just a pain. The problems that could go wrong. I could get singed, burned, or even electrocuted. Ah the good old days," he murmured to himself. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a needle and a small amount of white thread. He slipped his jacket off and looked at the sleeve.
Chase however stared in surprise at the thin waist of the scientist. He was wearing a black sleeveless turtleneck underneath his lab coat. One that fitted his body hugging him. As his arms moved to fix the sleeves his muscles rippled under the turtle neck. Snow white, and night black. He turned around to face Chase. His red eyes looking directly into Chase's.
"The first bot is finished Chase. It'll take more time to build more. And unfortunately," he said with a yawn stretching his arms lifting his shirt ever so slowly to reveal the white skin of his belly. Chase could feel heat grow down south as he lowered his arms back at his side, "I didn't really come here fully rested. So a few hours of sleep would be appreciated. Though I am unsure where you want me to sleep."
Chase swallowed a little.
"Follow me to your room," he said. Jack walked behind Chase looking around the old yet familiar citadel. Sparks of vision of the twists and turns of the citadel showed him his room before they got there.
"Nothing has changed. I guess ageless truly does apply here," he said.
"Yes truly," he said. Jack was not like how he used to be.
"Still creepy and still has the aura that I'll be killed at any second though. Classic," he said. His red eyes reminiscing in the memories of being mauled in those very halls, "Same as same."
"I assume so. And you have been off the radar for years. Where were you?"
Jack froze for a second. If he lied Chase would know and torture him.
"I have been living with my family," he said. Chase continued on down the hall, neither of them slowing down.
"Funny. Considering that your mother and father died, your grandmother past away and your cousin has been working as my maid. Pray tell exactly what family?"
"My family is my business. That was not a part of the deal. And I am not obligated to telling you. Kill me if you like but that is none of your business," he said. Chase stopped and put his hand on his shoulder. He glared at Jack. But Jack just smiled. It was times like this that Chase wanted to grab the mind reader conch. Jack seemed to have become quite the enigma. But there were other ways to make him talk. He made an abrupt turn that surprised Jack. He stumbled a bit but caught up to Chase. Running away was not an option.
"So… how much further to my room?" he asked. Chase scoffed.
"You have no right to your own room," he said stopping in front of a large grand door. He opened them widely to show a large bedroom. The bed itself looked large enough to have him, the monks, and the kids fit pretty comfortably, "So you will be sleeping in my room."
Jack's brows raised in surprise.
"Excuse me?" he squeaked. A small smile came to Chase's face.
"You will be sleeping here," he said walking over to the bed. Jack walked over at a much slower pace.
"But where do I sleep?" asked Jack.
"In my bed," Chase said. Jack's face sported a faint blush.
"Are you sure?" he squeaked.
"You said you needed sleep. So you will sleep here," he said patting the bed. Jack walked over to the bed and lay down on the bed. He kept his back to Chase and closed his eyes. He felt Chase lie down next to him.
Dashi preserve me.
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