Dark Hand, Dark Heart
Part II
Brenna "Snakelady" Dawkins
A Jackie Chan Adventures Fanfic
Rating: R Disclaimer: Jackie Chan and subsequent characters belong to Jackie Chan and associates. It'd be pretty useless to sue me since I have nothing! I've made no profit nor will see any from this fic.
Summary: Finn contemplates leaving the Dark Hand for good. Chow presses him for a reason why. Rape, yaoi, violence, language. Not for kiddies! F/V, F/C
Finn sat in the car that was parked across the street from the old Uncle's antique store. He was reluctant to get out of the sedan and follow Chow and Ratso. So it was Chow who got the burly Ratso to 'persuade' Finn to cooperate.
Finn didn't want any part of it. He was not about to go to Chan with his problem, or any problem for that matter. It galled him to no end that their number one enemy could be the solution. And besides, there was no way in Hell that Chan was going to know just WHAT his problem was! It was embarrassing enough that Chow and Ratso knew that Shendu raped him.
Ratso physically drug him out of the car and clamped a strong hand on his shoulder to encourage Finn to move with them. Finn glared at the large, not so bright Italian. This royally sucked. He'd been in bad situations before. Life threatening, life altering, his entire being physically altered into some magical--- thing, and yet none of that compared with how bad this was. His whole stomach was churning and he knew that the moment Ratso let go of him, he'd bolt. Probably, Ratso figured this out too and didn't give him that opportunity. He grimaced at the grip. There was no shuffling of the feet or hanging back with that hand grabbing his collar bone.
They stopped at the door. Chow was in front and turned to Finn and Ratso.
"Look, Chan doesn't have to know what Shendu is actually doing to you. Maybe if we tell him enough, and help them out," Chow noted Finn's dubious expression, "Hey, they wanna get rid of him just as much as we do."
"Us--- help Chan?" Finn scoffed.
"You aren't leaving the Dark Hand." In a tone of voice that Finn could have sworn was an order out of Chow.
"Wait, Chow. We can't go in." Ratso suddenly said.
Chow glared at Ratso. "This is for Finn's own good. What, you taking his side now?"
Ratso shook his head, "Sign say's shop closed for the day." He pointed at the door.
"What?" Chow double checked. He shook his head. "I can't believe this."
Finn smiled, "Well, too bad. Looks like clan Chan has gone out on holiday. Let's go home."
"We're crooks. Since when has a locked door EVER stopped us?" Chow huffily responded.
Finn quirked an eyebrow as red as his hair, "And why would we want to go in there? The talisman animals are in Section 13, along with anything else of vital importance."
"Maybe we can find a spell to get rid of Shendu ourselves in one of those ratty old books." Chow tested the lock on the door. Seemed solid enough. The problem was, just how solid?
"None of us understand any of that magic shit." Finn grumbled.
"You want this to stop?" Chow asked seriously. "The whole demon business? Don't you want things to be the way they were before that damned dragon came into our lives?"
"Don't you understand, you idiot? No matter what happens after this, if we go to jail, if we successfully get rid of Shendu, if Shendu stays, no matter what, the nightmare of what that dragon did to me will always stay with me!"
"Do you need a hug?" Ratso asked slowly.
Finn gawked at the large Enforcer. "NO, GODDAMMIT! Why wont you schmucks listen to me?"
Then Finn felt a sharp pain and weight against his cheek and his head spun around.
"What the fuck!" Finn shouted at Chow.
"You're acting hysterical. In case you haven't noticed, I'm trying to break and enter and you're trying to attract the cops with your blubbering! I can only deal with one problem at a time! We'll get to your emotional problems after we solve the Shendu problem! For now, shut up!"
Finn rubbed the side of his face, feeling more shocked that Chow struck him like that then pain. Chow pulled out a lock pick kit from within his leather jacket and began to work on the lock as Ratso began to scan the dark, and empty street for any activity. Finn, out of habit, did the same, even though he was still arrested by Ratso's grip. All was clear, luckily, for Chow seemed to be taking longer then usual with the lock.
"Need help?" Ratso asked.
Chow growled, "This would be easier with a light, but I can't risk it."
Ratso grew quiet, letting the Chinese work his own variety of magic. Finn sucker punched Ratso in the side.
"You don't have to hold me down, anymore. Chan isn't here." Finn reminded the big lug.
Ratso let go, and slowly drawled, "Oh, sorry." To which won him another glare.
"Why not just break the freaking glass?" Finn said feeling irritable.
"We're trying NOT to draw attention!" Chow grumbled, then smiled to himself as he felt the lock respond to his workings. "There."
"What ARE we looking for?" Finn demanded.
"Anything that could be helpful. Maybe even that dumb blowfish and gourd the old man always has during a chi spell." Chow said thoughtfully as he opened the door.
"Hey, they got a cash register, remember! Why not that while we're here?" Ratso pleaded hopefully.
"We need to take something they wont notice right away." Chow stepped over a few crates that looked like they came from China. He went straight to the library. The others followed, tripping and cursing as they walked through the dark maze. Luckily there were no windows in the library so after they shut the door to the main front room, they turned on the lights.
"What a bunch of junk." Finn grimaced at the dust and antiques. "How the Hell will we know what to look for in all this?"
"Research." Chow replied and felt overwhelmed by the amount of books himself.
"I'm not a fast reader." Ratso complained.
Chow ignored him and began to scan the book spines for anything that might sound promising. Most was in Chinese, of which he knew very little. And some of it looked Middle Eastern. He wondered how many languages that old fart knew. Then he realized the others weren't looking.
"I'm not doing this for my health!" Chow complained at them.
So the others began to search as well. No one had a clue what to look for, and even less of a clue what some of the books titles were. Some were so well worn that the titles were rubbed off. In frustration, Finn grabbed a mystery title book from the shelf and flipped it open. Funny hand-written script and hand drawn diagrams that looked like some magical beasts greeted his eyes as he thumbed through the browned pages. Nothing looked like it was in English. Defeated, he tossed that book over his shoulder and grabbed another. Three books, five, ten books later, still no luck. Finn was tiring of this.
"Hey guys!" Ratso exclaimed excitedly. "Take a look! Doesn't this look like that weird dog-like statue Valmont stole out of that jerk Thompson's store?"
"The gold one on Big V's desk?" Chow and Finn came over to look at the picture in the book. "Woah. That IS it!"
Finn looked at the caption under it and sighed, "Figures it isn't in English."
The little light went on in Ratso's head. "Maybe if we can find someone to translate this, we can find out how much that thing really is worth?"
Chow and Finn looked at each other and shrugged. "Why the Hell not."
Ratso beamed at his good luck and stuffed the book under his arm, then continued to look as did the others.
A few hours went by with no more discoveries. Finn felt more and more nervous. Who knew when the Chan's would return? He took another book out and thanked the Heaven's it was in English. He thumbed through the pages more slowly, taking the time to look at the pictures.
"Um, guys?" They came over to Finn who pointed at the page. Chow and Ratso hung over his shoulder. Then they all grinned foolishly. That was it!
To be continued---
Part II
Brenna "Snakelady" Dawkins
A Jackie Chan Adventures Fanfic
Rating: R Disclaimer: Jackie Chan and subsequent characters belong to Jackie Chan and associates. It'd be pretty useless to sue me since I have nothing! I've made no profit nor will see any from this fic.
Summary: Finn contemplates leaving the Dark Hand for good. Chow presses him for a reason why. Rape, yaoi, violence, language. Not for kiddies! F/V, F/C
Finn sat in the car that was parked across the street from the old Uncle's antique store. He was reluctant to get out of the sedan and follow Chow and Ratso. So it was Chow who got the burly Ratso to 'persuade' Finn to cooperate.
Finn didn't want any part of it. He was not about to go to Chan with his problem, or any problem for that matter. It galled him to no end that their number one enemy could be the solution. And besides, there was no way in Hell that Chan was going to know just WHAT his problem was! It was embarrassing enough that Chow and Ratso knew that Shendu raped him.
Ratso physically drug him out of the car and clamped a strong hand on his shoulder to encourage Finn to move with them. Finn glared at the large, not so bright Italian. This royally sucked. He'd been in bad situations before. Life threatening, life altering, his entire being physically altered into some magical--- thing, and yet none of that compared with how bad this was. His whole stomach was churning and he knew that the moment Ratso let go of him, he'd bolt. Probably, Ratso figured this out too and didn't give him that opportunity. He grimaced at the grip. There was no shuffling of the feet or hanging back with that hand grabbing his collar bone.
They stopped at the door. Chow was in front and turned to Finn and Ratso.
"Look, Chan doesn't have to know what Shendu is actually doing to you. Maybe if we tell him enough, and help them out," Chow noted Finn's dubious expression, "Hey, they wanna get rid of him just as much as we do."
"Us--- help Chan?" Finn scoffed.
"You aren't leaving the Dark Hand." In a tone of voice that Finn could have sworn was an order out of Chow.
"Wait, Chow. We can't go in." Ratso suddenly said.
Chow glared at Ratso. "This is for Finn's own good. What, you taking his side now?"
Ratso shook his head, "Sign say's shop closed for the day." He pointed at the door.
"What?" Chow double checked. He shook his head. "I can't believe this."
Finn smiled, "Well, too bad. Looks like clan Chan has gone out on holiday. Let's go home."
"We're crooks. Since when has a locked door EVER stopped us?" Chow huffily responded.
Finn quirked an eyebrow as red as his hair, "And why would we want to go in there? The talisman animals are in Section 13, along with anything else of vital importance."
"Maybe we can find a spell to get rid of Shendu ourselves in one of those ratty old books." Chow tested the lock on the door. Seemed solid enough. The problem was, just how solid?
"None of us understand any of that magic shit." Finn grumbled.
"You want this to stop?" Chow asked seriously. "The whole demon business? Don't you want things to be the way they were before that damned dragon came into our lives?"
"Don't you understand, you idiot? No matter what happens after this, if we go to jail, if we successfully get rid of Shendu, if Shendu stays, no matter what, the nightmare of what that dragon did to me will always stay with me!"
"Do you need a hug?" Ratso asked slowly.
Finn gawked at the large Enforcer. "NO, GODDAMMIT! Why wont you schmucks listen to me?"
Then Finn felt a sharp pain and weight against his cheek and his head spun around.
"What the fuck!" Finn shouted at Chow.
"You're acting hysterical. In case you haven't noticed, I'm trying to break and enter and you're trying to attract the cops with your blubbering! I can only deal with one problem at a time! We'll get to your emotional problems after we solve the Shendu problem! For now, shut up!"
Finn rubbed the side of his face, feeling more shocked that Chow struck him like that then pain. Chow pulled out a lock pick kit from within his leather jacket and began to work on the lock as Ratso began to scan the dark, and empty street for any activity. Finn, out of habit, did the same, even though he was still arrested by Ratso's grip. All was clear, luckily, for Chow seemed to be taking longer then usual with the lock.
"Need help?" Ratso asked.
Chow growled, "This would be easier with a light, but I can't risk it."
Ratso grew quiet, letting the Chinese work his own variety of magic. Finn sucker punched Ratso in the side.
"You don't have to hold me down, anymore. Chan isn't here." Finn reminded the big lug.
Ratso let go, and slowly drawled, "Oh, sorry." To which won him another glare.
"Why not just break the freaking glass?" Finn said feeling irritable.
"We're trying NOT to draw attention!" Chow grumbled, then smiled to himself as he felt the lock respond to his workings. "There."
"What ARE we looking for?" Finn demanded.
"Anything that could be helpful. Maybe even that dumb blowfish and gourd the old man always has during a chi spell." Chow said thoughtfully as he opened the door.
"Hey, they got a cash register, remember! Why not that while we're here?" Ratso pleaded hopefully.
"We need to take something they wont notice right away." Chow stepped over a few crates that looked like they came from China. He went straight to the library. The others followed, tripping and cursing as they walked through the dark maze. Luckily there were no windows in the library so after they shut the door to the main front room, they turned on the lights.
"What a bunch of junk." Finn grimaced at the dust and antiques. "How the Hell will we know what to look for in all this?"
"Research." Chow replied and felt overwhelmed by the amount of books himself.
"I'm not a fast reader." Ratso complained.
Chow ignored him and began to scan the book spines for anything that might sound promising. Most was in Chinese, of which he knew very little. And some of it looked Middle Eastern. He wondered how many languages that old fart knew. Then he realized the others weren't looking.
"I'm not doing this for my health!" Chow complained at them.
So the others began to search as well. No one had a clue what to look for, and even less of a clue what some of the books titles were. Some were so well worn that the titles were rubbed off. In frustration, Finn grabbed a mystery title book from the shelf and flipped it open. Funny hand-written script and hand drawn diagrams that looked like some magical beasts greeted his eyes as he thumbed through the browned pages. Nothing looked like it was in English. Defeated, he tossed that book over his shoulder and grabbed another. Three books, five, ten books later, still no luck. Finn was tiring of this.
"Hey guys!" Ratso exclaimed excitedly. "Take a look! Doesn't this look like that weird dog-like statue Valmont stole out of that jerk Thompson's store?"
"The gold one on Big V's desk?" Chow and Finn came over to look at the picture in the book. "Woah. That IS it!"
Finn looked at the caption under it and sighed, "Figures it isn't in English."
The little light went on in Ratso's head. "Maybe if we can find someone to translate this, we can find out how much that thing really is worth?"
Chow and Finn looked at each other and shrugged. "Why the Hell not."
Ratso beamed at his good luck and stuffed the book under his arm, then continued to look as did the others.
A few hours went by with no more discoveries. Finn felt more and more nervous. Who knew when the Chan's would return? He took another book out and thanked the Heaven's it was in English. He thumbed through the pages more slowly, taking the time to look at the pictures.
"Um, guys?" They came over to Finn who pointed at the page. Chow and Ratso hung over his shoulder. Then they all grinned foolishly. That was it!
To be continued---
