Time for chapter 3! Jackie Chan isn't mine it hasn't changed
since last chapter or the one before that. Well I know you guys want to
know what has happened after my last dramatic cliffhanger so let's go!
"Valmont! No! Do not touch the book!" Jackie grabbed Valmont's hand and yanked it away from the book. "Have you not learned by now that it is booby-trapped?" Valmont pulled his hand back all the way. All of a sudden the statue's eyes flashed open.
"If you would have this book to take, then you must all your friends forsake." As the statue finished Valmont jumped back about 2 feet.
"Why must everything be connected to magic?!?" Valmont sighed exasperatedly.
"What aren't you about used to talking statues by now?" Jackie asked.
"Ha Ha Chan. Very Funny." Valmont turned back to the statue. It appeared that the statue had heard all they said. "Have you a name or shall we call you the statue?"
"My name you shall not know, until you let your mind to grow." It replied before closing its eyes once more, slowly though as if blinking.
"Great a statue with no name who makes up really bad rhymes. I'm out of here." Valmont turned around before whirling back again. "There is no reason to let all this wealth go to waste is there?" Walking up to the walls he peered around trying to find a way to chip the gold from the walls. Looking frustrated he threw up his hands and walked out.
"Uh Miss Statue Lady?" Jackie said tentatively. "Might I take that book to a museum?"
"Jackie Chan of you I've heard, the gossip flies much like a bird. From this room the book won't go, It's leaving brings the world much woe. You may read within the pages, there is much to learn within, inside your friend a war wages, his path is one of much sin." The statue opened the pages of the book.
"I'm much honored to know you would let me read, however, I must leave. Seal this place once more I beg and let no one inside." Jackie bowed himself from the room. As he turned he saw the gold fading from the walls. He glanced one last time over his shoulder and noticed the golden angel and the book had disappeared. Lying where they once had stood sat a book covered by tan leather. Jackie bent down and picked the book up. It was a manuscript written in the language of the ancients. "Thank you angel." He said and walked out of the room.
He walked to the front of the cave where Valmont was frantically pulling rocks away from the entrance muttering to himself. "Talismans, talking statues, demons inhabiting my body, portals to other worlds. When did I become a crime syndicate leader of the supernatural!!???!!" Wailing in despair he sat down at the edge of the rocks blocking the way out.
MEANWHILE.
Jade sat outside with the enforcers waiting for Uncle to come. Ratso had pulled a deck of cards out of his leather jacket and was shuffling them in his hands absently. "Lemme see those." Jade said holding out her hand palm upward. Ratso handed over the cards and Jade, grinning, said, "Who knows how to play poker?" The Dark Hand looked at her in amazement.
10 MINUTES LATER
"Man we are criminals and we're losing at poker to a 12 year old. How is this right?"
"Valmont! No! Do not touch the book!" Jackie grabbed Valmont's hand and yanked it away from the book. "Have you not learned by now that it is booby-trapped?" Valmont pulled his hand back all the way. All of a sudden the statue's eyes flashed open.
"If you would have this book to take, then you must all your friends forsake." As the statue finished Valmont jumped back about 2 feet.
"Why must everything be connected to magic?!?" Valmont sighed exasperatedly.
"What aren't you about used to talking statues by now?" Jackie asked.
"Ha Ha Chan. Very Funny." Valmont turned back to the statue. It appeared that the statue had heard all they said. "Have you a name or shall we call you the statue?"
"My name you shall not know, until you let your mind to grow." It replied before closing its eyes once more, slowly though as if blinking.
"Great a statue with no name who makes up really bad rhymes. I'm out of here." Valmont turned around before whirling back again. "There is no reason to let all this wealth go to waste is there?" Walking up to the walls he peered around trying to find a way to chip the gold from the walls. Looking frustrated he threw up his hands and walked out.
"Uh Miss Statue Lady?" Jackie said tentatively. "Might I take that book to a museum?"
"Jackie Chan of you I've heard, the gossip flies much like a bird. From this room the book won't go, It's leaving brings the world much woe. You may read within the pages, there is much to learn within, inside your friend a war wages, his path is one of much sin." The statue opened the pages of the book.
"I'm much honored to know you would let me read, however, I must leave. Seal this place once more I beg and let no one inside." Jackie bowed himself from the room. As he turned he saw the gold fading from the walls. He glanced one last time over his shoulder and noticed the golden angel and the book had disappeared. Lying where they once had stood sat a book covered by tan leather. Jackie bent down and picked the book up. It was a manuscript written in the language of the ancients. "Thank you angel." He said and walked out of the room.
He walked to the front of the cave where Valmont was frantically pulling rocks away from the entrance muttering to himself. "Talismans, talking statues, demons inhabiting my body, portals to other worlds. When did I become a crime syndicate leader of the supernatural!!???!!" Wailing in despair he sat down at the edge of the rocks blocking the way out.
MEANWHILE.
Jade sat outside with the enforcers waiting for Uncle to come. Ratso had pulled a deck of cards out of his leather jacket and was shuffling them in his hands absently. "Lemme see those." Jade said holding out her hand palm upward. Ratso handed over the cards and Jade, grinning, said, "Who knows how to play poker?" The Dark Hand looked at her in amazement.
10 MINUTES LATER
"Man we are criminals and we're losing at poker to a 12 year old. How is this right?"