It was the next night and Wuya was sitting down in the parlor wondering how she should handle the arrival of the Xiaolin warriors. What would be the best way to send Jack off with one last wound in the heart?

A wicked grin crossed her thin lips.

It was late. Jack was sitting on the edge of his bed, hoping that this would be the night that the Xiaolin monks would come for him. He wanted, no, needed to get away from this place as soon as possible. He wondered what that witch downstairs would do to him if she caught him trying to get away.

"I can't take this anymore," he stood up from his bed and walked over to his window. It was locked so that it could only open part of the way. Jack opened it as much as possible.

It was so humid out, but Jack refused to leave his old clothes. He would wear them until he was free. Jack turned and leaned his back against the window. His face was burning with despair, when he heard a tiny click against the glass window. Jack turned and looked down into the bushes below. The darkness concealed everything.

"Pst," one of the bushes rustled.

"Um… Hello?" Jack said to the ground below.

"It's us," Kimiko poked her head out of the bush.

"We're here to bust you out," Rai appeared next to her.

"Ah, yeah, but I can't open the window any wider so I can't exactly climb out…"

"No problem," Rai shrugged, "Changing Chopsticks!"

Rai shrunk beneath the bush.

"Great idea, but how are you gonna get up here?"

A mini dojo flew up to the window and allowed Rai to walk off his back, through the screen in the window.

"Changing Chopsticks!" Rai repeated with his tiny voice, "Now, let's get you out of here."

"Jack?"

"The witch!" Jack hissed.

"Who's up there with you?"

"Shh," Rai commanded.

"Jack?"

"Don't answer, let's just get out of here…"

"Jack?" the voice was stern and cold, "What are you doing?"

"N…Nothing," he whimpered.

"Jack!" Rai hissed, "Let's go."

Just as Rai grabbed Jack's arm, the bedroom door flew open.

"Who is this, Jack? Oh, I remember you, You're one of Jack's," she snickered, "'Friends'." She cackled, "And what might you be doing here? Come to take Jack away? I think not. The whelp's mine."

"Some motherly instincts you've got," Rai snickered.

"Indeed," Wuya growled, "Now, let go of him and leave!"

Rai pretended to think, "Nah. I didn't come all this way to leave empty handed. Changing Chopsticks!"

Rai and Jack shrunk onto the windowsill.

"Clever," Wuya chuckled, "But not good enough. Moby Morpher!"

In a flash, Wuya revealed her true self.

"Wuya!" Jack bellowed.

"I knew you were too stupid to see the resemblance. And now Jack," she reached out and picked Jack off the windowsill, "I'm going to do to you what I've wanted to do for ages. Squeeze the pathetic life out of you!"

Wuya held Jack in her hand and squeezed him tightly.

"Let go of him!" Raimundo's tiny voice barely reached Wuya's ears.

"Or what?"

"Or, Changing Chopsticks!" Raimundo returned to his normal size and whistled out the window.

With a loud crash, Omi, Kim, and Clay burst into the room, knocking the wall to pieces. Dojo followed rather slowly.

"Hah! You think that scares me?"

"Well it should!" Kimiko snarled, "Judolette Flip-Fire!"

As Wuya was knocked to the ground, Jack slipped from her fingers and landed in a tiny ball on the floor.

"Remember, hag, you have no powers!" Rai taunted.

Wuya growled.

Rai snickered as he used the Changing Chopsticks to return Jack to his normal size. Jack bounced to his feet, seemingly unharmed.

"I may not have powers, but I do have this! Moby Morpher!"

With a bright flash, two Jacks stood in the room.

"That's easy," Rai shrugged, "The one on the left."

"Oh? Well, let's try this!"

Wuya slammed her fist into the wall. Drywall dust filled the air. The warriors were forced to cover their eyes, but they did hear some shuffling. When the dust settled, the two Jacks were locked in futile combat.

"Okay," Rai mumbled, "I'm stumped."

One on the bottom, the other on the top, both struggled with each other's arms.

"Little help here," the one on the bottom growled.

"Don't just stand there, help me!" the one on top winced.

There was some kicking and flailing as they shifted positions.

"Please, you guys gotta help me!" the one that was now on top was nearly in tears.

"I'm not that much of a wuss!" the one on the bottom screeched.

Both reached out and bit the other's arm. They both screeched in Jack's trademarked girly scream. There was some more fighting. Now they were on their knees looking into each other's eyes.

"You aren't me," the one to the right growled.

"Don't listen! Please don't listen!" the one on the right wept.

"I'm lost, but right now, there's only one thing that I am sure of," the Jack on the right got on his back and kicked the other Jack in the ribs, sending him flying into the opposite wall, "You can't be me!"

The whimpering Jack slid to the floor and the fury of the four dragons turned to the Jack that was just getting to his feet. The standing Jack caressed his head and messaged it as if he had a headache.

"No foolin' us now," Clay announced, "you're Wuya!"

"No, really you guys, it's me!"

"No way. Jack can't bust a move like that," Rai snickered.

"I didn't know I could either…" Jack stammered.

"Nice try," Omi said, "But you should prepare yourself for a most humiliating defeat. Tornado Strike-Water!"

The Jack before them went sprawling to the floor.

"No really you guys," he spat, "It's me!"

"You must think were dumber than a possum at the racing track!"

"Whu-?"

Jack was cut off by Clay's Seismic Kick.

As the dragons continued beating up their Jack, the one in the corner snickered and crawled away. As he reached the door, Rai caught him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Um… downstairs?"

"Don't bother, we're almost done he-"

"Moby Morpher!"

The Jack in the door shifted into Wuya and vanished from the house.

"Guys!" Rai screamed, "Stop it! That's really Jack!"

"Whatcha mean, partner?" Clay said as he stood up.

"I just watched the other one turn back into Wuya and run off…"

Omi and Kimiko halted their attacks and looked down at what remained of Jack Spicer. He laid there nearly lifeless. A long, thick string of blood dribbled from his mouth and down his cheek, pooling on the floor beside his head. He twitched slightly and all the blood in his mouth poured over his lips and onto the floor. His nose was off to one side and his eyes were barely open. The blood stood out like red lace on a white canvas. His clothes were almost entirely ripped to shreds.

"Oh my god, you guys," Kimiko shook, "Did we… kill him?"

Tiny Omi walked over to the still body and rested his head on Jack's chest.

"No," Omi informed, "But he is barely still alive."

"Well I feel worse'n a fish dropped out in the desert."

"Me too," Kimiko's voice creaked.

"Dojo!" Rai turned around, "Where were you in all this?"

Dojo popped up in the opening in the wall holding Kimiko's PDA, "Checking my stocks. Why? Did I miss something?"

"You missed a most shameful battle," Omi informed the dragon.

"Oh," Dojo cringed when he saw Jack's body lying between the warriors, "I see you tore Jack Spicer to pieces. I thought the plan was to take him back to the temple?"

"It was," Rai mumbled, "And it still is."

Rai bent down and lifted Jack onto his shoulder, "Let's go."

The young monks solemnly mounted Dojo. Rai sat at the back holding Jack up in his arms.

Kimiko turned to find Rai holding Jack's lifeless body as his legs dangled limply over the side of the dragon.

"Hold him tight, 'Kay Rai?"

"Hm? Yeah, sure thing."

A/N: Please review if you get this far. I really need some progress reports. This is the first fic that I've ever really worked on, so I'd like to know how I'm doing. Thanks to everyone who does read and review! But as a reminder, I do not play the hostage chapter game, but a few more comments would help in my drive to write more faster. So if you like say so!