A/N Last night in bed as I thought myself to sleep (as I do every freaking night) I did realize I need to add a more backstory. And that I need to add more description, they were literally just yammering at each other in the last chapter. -.- Note to self: add more description. But remember, we're only in the beginning of the story, and I'll explain more as it goes on, like how you would in a regular show. Macey does have a backstory, I'm just slowly thinking about it. Doc Solf, damn you type a lot! How long did it take you to write that? (It took me a good ten minutes to read it.) (No I'm not being sarcastic it's a genuine question.) xD I want to get some stories published in real life and not just on fanfiction, I could use your help! I don't take it as an insult, honestly your review made my day. I need help as to make me a better writer! Keep up the good reviews, whether it be constructive criticism or just how you think of it! I didn't feel like writing till you sent me a review. Also, I'm going to slow down with Jackie and Macey's relationship. (Hint hint nudge nudge.)

"Stop talking to me, just like I don't even bleed" Ozzy Osbourne, 'Soul Sucker.'

Chapter Two - Episode 1, Part 2

The Dark Hand, continued….

*JCA*

It was beginning to grow dark out. I had assured little Jade that I'd be back soon, and she begrudgingly agreed to stay in her room. I hoped she'd follow through. Although I wasn't related to her, I felt a sudden overprotectiveness of her. I was shy, but motherly.

Jackie and I cautiously walked down the street. Suddenly he stopped, looked around with wide eyes, and stood in front of me while I leaned against the wall.

"What is it?" I said in a low voice, breathing heavily.

"I'm not sure…," he drifted off, his eyes suddenly fixated on something.

I heard soft footsteps against the asphalt. Suddenly, we were surrounded.

I looked up too see black-clad figures standing in front of us, almost gathered in a ritual-like circle.

"Bad day-" Jackie mumbled, before standing in a kung fu-stance and holding his fists up in warning. I wanted to mimic his movements, but decided against it until I was given the cue. If I was given a cue at all.

"We're in your debt, Mr. Chan," a deep voice belonging to one of the figures crooned in a not-so-friendly voice.

"Uh-oh," I mumble, stepping back and holding my hands across from my chest.

One of the dark figures leaped at Jackie, and he kicked them aside. Several more figures tried pushing him and kicking, but he dodged them, nearly tripping him in the process.

"Do you need my help?" I asked over the din of grunting and kicking.

"Why fight," Jackie panted, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me along, "when you can run?"

"Run?" I yelled. "But we can't run! They'll just follow us!"

"Macey," Jackie said as we ran, "all is well."

I shrugged. All's well that ends well, I suppose.

"Jackie!" I heard a familiar young voice say, and Jackie and I turn around to see Jade keeping the rear.

"What did I tell you about leaving your room?" Jackie sighed, looking seemingly exasperated.

"Aww, I wanna do fun stuff too!" Jade pouted, her arms folded on her chest.

"This not fun," Jackie said. "Dangerous."

Jade let out a sigh of discontent.

*JCA*

"Jackie, I'm sorry. I never meant for your family to get involved in this." We were standing outside of the shop with Captain Black, Uncle, and Jade.

"It's not your fault," Jackie said solemnly. "The Dark Hand was after the shield." Which was followed by Uncle cuffing him on the head again.

"I told you," Uncle barked, "Shield not important! The talisman in the center of the shield is. That is where the magic lies."