It was cold. The pressure was terrible. His ears wouldn't pop and his nose wouldn't stop running. He sniffed and wiped it away. There was no one up here. Why had he bothered? Was he wrong about the location or wrong about everything?

"Shit," he sighed.

Jack slowly sat down and clasped his hands over his face.

"I'm screwed. I don't want to be evil, but I don't want to be stuck in second grade forever either…"

"Then I do believe that I have the solution to your problem."

Jack spun around.

"What do you want?" he hissed.

"I want to help you. As a former evil cohort, I'd like to think of you as part of the insurance plan."

"How do you mean?"

"Your rejection from the Xiaolin Temple must've been devastating."

"I wasn't rejected!"

"You know it will happen though, don't you?"

"Listen," Jack said, pointing to his chest, "I don't plan on listening to some evil legume. So, get lost…"

"Or what?" Bean laughed, "You'll hurt me? Give me a boo-boo? My dear boy, I only want to help you."

"You want me to become evil!"

Hannibal snickered, "I want to give you the power you need to succeed."

"I've had enough. Between you and Chase, evil seems more obnoxious than dangerous."

Hannibal changed his tactics.

"Chase burned down your home," the bean reminded him, "Remember?"

"What? Of course I do, but…"

"Don't you want to get back at him?"

"Yeah, but…"

"You can't do that as a mere Wudai Dragon of Shadows. You must be stronger than him. Only a full dragon really stands a chance against him. You can never be that strong. Unless," Hannibal revealed a bowl of soup, "You drink this."

"Uh, not stupid! That's lao mang lon soup. That'll turn me completely evil. I'm not that stupid, you hairless bean!"

"I see. Listen, I have a proposition for you," Hannibal pulled out another bowl of soup, "Drink the lao mang lon soup, become evil, defeat Chase, and, if you still want to be a goody-two-shoes Xiaolin Dragon, I'll change you back to your lame old self. Deal?"

"Sounds nice and all, but I have no reason to trust you…"

"Why not? We both want revenge against Chase Young. By working together, we can achieve success. I'm and honorable villain, honest. I take the code of evil very seriously. For instance, if, in your evil state, you tell me that you want to renounce your evils, I have to give you the antidote to the lao mang lon soup. It's an honor system."

"Then why do you want to get rid of Chase?"

"He turned on me. This is my one task for you. After that, we can either continue to work together to rule the world, or you can go back to being a useless Wudai wuss."

"I'm not a wuss!"

"So what do you say, boy?"

Jack thought a moment.

"How do you know that I won't turn on you?"

The bean laughed quietly to himself, "I just know that you won't. Call it Evil Intuition."

Jack thought a bit more.

"You will reverse the spell if I ask you to, won't you?"

"Listen, I'm so sure that you'll love your new evil powers that if you are in any way dissatisfied, I refund you your goodness in full."

"No risk?"

"None at all."

Jack turned to look down at the temple. He couldn't see it below the cloud line, but he knew it was there. Maybe if he defeated Chase, then became good again, he would be immediately promoted to the next level! This really could work out to his advantage.

"Shake on it, Hannibal. I know you have tentacles, not hands, but it'll count anyway."

"Agreed."

Jack shook 'hands' with Hannibal and took the bowl of soup.

"I don't see the dragon in it," Jack observed.

"It's a new, more potent mixture. I made it so that you would be substantially stronger than Chase."

"Will the same antidote work with it?"

"I made a new antidote as well. That's what this is."

Jack looked into the other bowl. Instead of the green lao mang lon soup, it help a purple goop.

"You sure it'll work?"

"Absolutely."

Jack looked around. He really did want a second opinion, but he wasn't about to pass up this chance.

"Well, here goes…"

Jack put the bowl to his lips. It didn't smell the greatest, but he ignored that. Closing his eyes, Jack slowly drank the bowl of lao mang lon soup. With every gulp, he felt more and more power flow through him. It was like a terrible beast had woken up inside of him and clawed at his flesh to get out. Jack wanted to let it out so badly. With one last large gulp, Jack finished the bowl. For a moment, he froze. The bowl slipped from his fingers and shattered on the rocky ground. His pupils dilated then became small slits in his eyes. The pain was immense. Grabbing at his chest and stomach, Jack felt himself loosing control. Things began to spin around him. He felt his body physically change. The last thought that went through his mind before true evil consumed him was that Omi had nothing on him now. His whole body shifted into a serpent-like form. White with a red strip of fur that ran down his spine, he stood on two clawed feet. His legs were double jointed and he had long arms that draped against his side. Tiny red eyes stared from the inhuman face. A long tongue came out to taste the air. An intricate pattern covered his pale body. They were faces. The strange marks that had covered his face a few months ago now covered his entire evil entity.

"Perfect," Bean chuckled, "A shadow monster, just what I was hoping for. You," he called to it, "Destroy Chase Young! Oh, and take care of that miserable witch as well."

The creature that had once been Jack Spicer turned to Hannibal. With a slight nod, white, scaly wings sprouted from its back. Hannibal stood back and watched as his latest creation flew off to do his bidding.

"That's enough of you, Chase. You've had enough centuries to yourself. It's time that I took control once more."

The bean's terrible laughter made a nearby crow shudder.

"It's happened then."

Chase sat back in his throne.

"Spicer is now a terrible evil. One completely owned by the bean. This will not end well, for anyone."

"Chase, Chase!"

Wuya came running into the throne room.

"What is it, wench?"

"It's Hannibal, he's plotting against you!"

"You're a bit late, whelp. Bean has already converted Spicer."

"Oh," Wuya gulped.

"He'll be here any minute to destroy me. And you, most likely."

"So let me get this straight," she thought aloud, "No mater which side of evil I'm on, I'm screwed?"

"I believe that that is how it works out, Wuya."

"Boy it sucks having no powers…"

"Yes, well, leave me now. I must prepare for what is to come."

"Y-Yes of course," Wuya bowed slightly before wandering off into the palace.

"I pity you, Spicer," was all Chase said once he was left alone again.

A lonely tear fell from the crow's eyes.

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A/N: That's it for now, I think. I just happened to have a lot of free time today. Tomorrow'll be rough, so I really doubt that I'll get anything up. Thanks again for reading!