Title: The World is Black

Summary: Jack is the main character. its an angsty telling of Jack's past and present. bad at summaries. It's older. And its Jakrai. rated M

Disclamer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown

Chapter 8- What Happens

A fourteen year old Jack was slowly walking the halls of his home trying desperately not to be caught by him. He wandered around looking for his mother. Where was she? It was like she was never home. Finally he came upon her in one of the upper sitting rooms.

She was on the phone yelling desperately at someone on the phone.

"No, I'm telling you the truth!" she yelled, but apparently the voice on the other end wasn't believing her, they were just laughing, "I swear he did."

Jack thought bitterly what happened next. This was the day he had learned that some scumbag co-worker had raped his mom and no one was going to do anything about it.

The next vision he had was him in said scumbag co-worker's home at night, wandering trying to find the guy's room. He had broken in. It tool him several doors before he found the bastard sleeping peacefully away in his bed. Jack snorted and then silently yelled at himself hoping that wouldn't wake the fucker up. He didn't even move.

Jack silently pulled the pistol from his pocket and held against the guy's head.

"See you in hell," Jack whispered and pulled the trigger.

Jack grumbled angrily as he woke. Why'd he have to have that dream again. He guessed it was somewhat better than his other dreams. But it still haunted him.

He would never tell any of them about what he had done. It was just something he would never have the courage to tell them. He really didn't want Kimiko and Raimundo to hate him, especially Raimundo.

But then again for the same reason he knew he should never be happy. He took a life. It didn't matter if that life wasn't so innocent, he'd still done it.

"Jack!" Raimundo yelled, invading his thoughts.

Jack sat up and glared at Raimundo as he pulled the curtain back to get Jack up.

"What I do now?" Raimundo asked seeing Jack's glare.

"I don't want to get up!" Jack declared and lay back down covering his head with the blanket.

"What are seven," Raimundo told him and bent down and grabbed at the blanket, "c'mon , get up, already."

"No!" Jack protested doing his best to cling to the blanket.

"Yes!" Raimundo yelled, and yanked the blanket from Jack.

"Just leave me alone!" Jack whined, curling up into a little ball.

Raimundo decided to implement his other tactic and lay down beside Jack and started to lightly kiss Jack's neck and shoulders.

"Mmm, no fair," Jack whined and turned to face Raimundo.

"Oh? and how's that?" Raimundo asked lazily.

Jack said nothing in reply just scooted closer to Raimundo and wrapped his arms around him, with his head touching Raimundo's chest. Raimundo almost instantly wrapped his arms around Jack, and rested his head on top of Jack's.

"So, you still want to get up?" Jack asked, after a while.

"No, not really," Raimundo sighed, "but pretty soon someone going to come in and make us get up anyway."

"Mmm, then let them," Jack muttered, smiling slightly.

"Raimundo! Jack! Get up! It's late!" Kimiko yelled as she came into the room.

"You jinxed it," Jack quietly teased as he let go of Raimundo and started to get up.

"Sure," Raimundo laughed, also getting up.

"You know that we have practice this morning right?" Kimiko demanded staring at them.

"Yeah, I know," Raimundo sighed, walking past Kimiko.

"Your grouchy today," Jack pointed out as he past her.

"I'm not grouchy," Kimiko said angrily glaring at him.

"Mmmhhhmm," Jack mummered as he left the room.

Jack wandered around the room, again, trying to find some route for escape that he might have missed before. But no surprise there still wasn't any. He was careful that there was never a way out. That wouldn't be any fun, not to Him.

It had been at least a day since He'd locked him in this cold and bitter room. It was quickly becoming his second least favorite room in the house. Second only to His bedroom. The walls were made of shabby stone and some cold air leaked through. Jack could see his breath it was so cold. He silently cursed himself for not getting out of the house sooner; like he had wanted to.

There was a loud bang like the closing of an iron door and Jack shivered, but not from the cold. He quickly scooted into the corner of the cell waiting like a caged rat about to be fed to one hungry cat. It felt like an eternity before there was a small noise as the door was unlocked. The door screeched on its hinges as it was swung open. There He stood an evil grin on his face. In one hand He held a long poker and in the other he held a red container. Jack inwardly gulped, he had learned by now to show any sign of weakness. That container was full of gas.

"I feel like barbecuing tonight," He laughed taking a few steps closer to Jack.

Jack whimpered knowing there was nothing he could do.

He poured about half the contents of the canister onto a Jack and then took out a book of matches. That evil smiles crossed His face as He lit it he paused a few seconds. And then He dropped the match and lit Jack up. Jack was screaming at the top of his lungs and rolling around trying to put out the flames. He just stood there and watched high amused with himself. When the flames finally went out Jack was pretty burnt. He held out the poker. He wasn't finished yet. The poker stabbed into Jack's side and blood appeared from the wound. The poker stabbed again and again the stomach, arms, and legs. It seemed that the stabbing wouldn't end.

Jack woke up, with Raimundo trying to nudge him awake. Jack blinked at him and sat up.

"Jack, you fell a sleep, it's almost lunch time," Raimundo commented.

Jack scrunched his nose.

"Jack, pleeaaase eat," Raimundo begged, without warning Jack latched unto Raimundo hugging him tightly, "Okay, are you all right?"

Jack shook his head sadly and held tighter to Raimundo.

"I love you," Jack whispered.

Raimundo looked at him surprised, "I love you, too." he found himself saying.

Jack looked at him.

"I mean it," he said slowly.

"I mean it, too," Raimundo said without hesitation.

Jack hugged him again and never wanted to let go.

"C'mon, food awaits," Raimundo said, not really wanted to pull Jack off of him.

Jack reluctantly let go and Raimundo grabbed his hand led him into the kitchen.

"I was starting to wonder if you two were going to eat," Kimiko said, as she ate her peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Yeah," Jack sighed, and sat down at the table. His stared at down at the table.

"Does that mean I don't have to force feed you?" Raimundo asked hopefully as he grabbed a can of tuna fish for Jack and his tuna fish sandwiches.

Jack made a small nod but didn't move his gaze from the table.

"Good," Raimundo said, as the can was opened and his started to scrape the tuna fish from it.

Raimundo finished making the sandwiches and handed one to Jack. Jack sighed and took it. He stared at it for several minutes leading Raimundo to believe he had decided against eating it. Raimundo was just about take it from when he took a bite. He frowned but finished the sandwich pretty quickly.

Raimundo tried to hand him another one.

"Don't push your luck," Jack stated flatly not taking the sandwich, "I ate one, on my own, isn't that enough?"

Raimundo sighed a little annoyed but agreed for now.

Jack grabbed Raimundo's hand and let Raimundo take him out of the kitchen and out onto the grass. They sat under the tree. Jack leaned over and laid his head on Raimundo's shoulder.

After a few moments Raimundo felt that was enough and shoved Jack onto his back and began to kiss the nape of his neck. He slowly moved kissed a trail from the nape of his neck to his mouth only spending more time on Jack's bottom lip, biting and sucking a bit on it.

"Do you have to do that," Clay asked, interrupting them.

"Yes," Raimundo told him, stopping from kissing Jack, but not turning to face the cowboy, only lying his head on Jack's stomach.

"We have chores to do," Clay pointed out.

"Yeah, whatever," Raimundo sighed pulling himself up off of Jack, and started towards the main hall to wash dishes, Jack following.

By the time Raimundo was finished with his chores it was time to go to bed. He kissed Jack good night and went to go to his own bed. He spun around when he heard a noise. In the corner of his eye he saw a large shadow moving towards him and that was the last thing he saw.

End of Chapter 8

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