Hi all, Raikku of the Darkness here! I've decided to write a Jack one-shot, since I'm on a roll with one-shots. I've just began my first year of high school and I think this is a good way to start off the year.
Disclaimer: Raikku of the Darkness doesn't own Xiaolin Showdown or any of its characters. She does, however, own this computer! So, HA!
Warning: This fic has suicide and character death. If you don't like that, please do not read.
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Missing
By: Raikku of the Darkness
A One-Shot
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I stare up at the black ceiling of my evil lair. Thinking about nothing in particular, listening to the rain. I've been laying here for a while, scratch that, three days.
Three Fucking Days.
Why would I do that, you may ask? Why would Jack Spicer, evil boy genius, lie in his lair for three days without so much as a sound or howdy-do? I would simply say that it was a test.
I'm testing the world.
Please, Please forgive me.
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something Missing?"
I'm testing the world.
No. Not the world. The people. The people who live above me. My "parents". I chuckled silently. Parents. Parents are suppose to love you know matter what. They tuck you in at night, and read you bedtime stories. They hardly notice me, you'd think being an only child you'd get all the attention and more.
You'd be wrong.
I'm always alone. Alone in the basement of our summer villa in China. Save for Wuya but she's run off with Chase Young. I grimace at the thought. She always said I was worthless.
I guess the hag was right.
You won't cry for my absence, I Know.
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant?
Am I so insignificant?
Isn't someone missing me?
My Parents.
Mr. And Mrs. Stick-Up-Their-Ass.
They're never around. Dad's always working and kissing up to corporate bosses; he'd probably let them fuck him in the ass to get on their good side. Mom's always shopping. LA, Paris, Milan, Italy; she has them all on speed dial. She hada medicine induced labor at six months and didn't even breast-feed me as ababy, in fear of losing her perfect figure. That duty was left tomy wet nurse.
No wonder I'm so fucked up.
They don't even recognize me when I do emerge from my sanctuary. And forget parties. My mother's so worried about what people think about us, she hardly lets me out of the house.
"Jack, you're wearing that?"
"Jack, what will the neighbors think?"
Heh, if you're so worried about what people think, why don't you look in the mirror?
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though, I'd die to know you loved me,
I all Alone.
Isn't someone Missing me?
The Monks. Xiaolin Dragons of Water, Earth, Wind, and Fire. My arch enemies.
And my best friends.
Those fighters are the closest thing to friends I've ever had. My unofficial friends, homies, you name it. Though they don't know it.
I bet they hate me.
Why not? Everyone else does. That's why I loathe them. They have friends and families that love them. They can look like huge idiots in front of millions of people and be loved. Heh.
Even I hate me.
Please. Please forgive me.
But I won't be home again.
I know what you do to yourself.
I breathe deep and cry out:
Isn't something Missing?
I look down at my wrists. Scars of old reside there. Where I've slashed at my life liquid. The pleasure. The sensation of the blood leaving me was…
Wonderful.
I remember the first time I cut my wrists. First the pain. It was painful and I cried. I'm used to crying: I do it every night. Then, the pleasure.
I'd imagine that was what it like to be loved.
And I continued to this. To take the edge off.. Everyday. But now? I need something more. Something permanent. I laid back and looked toward the ceiling.
Idea.
Even though I'm the Sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not Now.
Though I'd die to know you loved me,
I'm all Alone.
So now I'm here.
Wrapping a metal cable that was lying around, about a beam and beginning to create a noose.
I guess boy scouts wasn't that useless.
I feel the cool metal tighten around my pale neck. A sense of relief washing over me with every step. I will be free; Jack Spicer will be a bother no more.
I begin to rock back and forth, moving the chair beneath me. I close my eyes with only one thought on my mind:
"Isn't someone Missing me?"
