A/N: Get ready for some serious uploading!
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Why hello, Spicer," Chase Young greeted the boy.
"I told you that I'd make you pay, Chase. So here I am to collect that payment."
Red, serpentine eyes bore into Chase. A wicked grin crossed the pale face. Fangs far larger than his were revealed.
"I will give you your payment, but it is not I who you should be seeking it from," Chase began.
"Then who?" Jack cocked his head to one side, still grinning wildly.
"I never thought you to be this foolish. You trusted the bean and now you belong to him."
"I belong to no one!" Jack snarled.
"You are in his bondage. The soup he gave you was different from mine. You are his slave," Chase hissed.
"I am no one's slave! Shadows," two shadows appeared at Jack's side, "Hold him down for me."
"This is no longer a dream, Spicer. Destroying me is no longer just part of some whim," Chase growled.
Chase noticed two marks extend from the mark on the left side of Jack's face.
"I'm stronger than you, Chase," the Shadows advanced with Jack's words, "I can kill you."
"Sure enough, but at what price?"
"Satisfaction. Knowing that my hands brought you down…"
"Your soul, Spicer. You've sold it. Not even I did that."
"You're just scared," he laughed, "You're afraid to die. Don't deny it. You told me yourself, remember?"
"I don't wish to die, no. Scared, though, I am not."
"I want to make this quick. I think evil's giving me a rash. Pin him!"
The Shadows darted across the room and grabbed Chase's own shadow.
"I don't understand," he growled.
"Your shadow is a reflection of your soul…"
"Then how can you have one?"
"I don't have one, I have thousands!"
"They can't be yours! How? Where do you get them?"
"They come to me."
Jack raised his hands in the air. The entire wall behind him became blacked out with shadows, the light itself couldn't even shine through. When Jack lowered his arms, he wasn't the same. Lines danced across his face. Laughing and screaming. His red hair rippled with a force of energy that flowed through his body. The spines and spikes returned to his wardrobe. The two bones on his shoulders sprung out and bent over his head.
"This is what I am, Chase. Nothing, but a shadow."
Sharp white teeth glowed in his darkened face. The red eyes made it all the worse.
"My minions, give me his powers!"
Wild black wisps swarmed around Chase. Not a single one actually touched him, but the longer they were around him, the weaker he felt.
"Drain him!"
"Wouldn't… killing me yourself be more… gratifying?" Chase said as he slowly crumpled to the ground.
"The more they suck from you, the stronger I am. Perhaps I will keep your pathetic self as a pet. After all, murdering someone so much weaker than myself just seems wrong."
And then he laughed.
Chase tried to change into his monstrous form, but it only lasted a second before that power was gone too. In one last attempt to free himself, Chase Young went to the only people he knew could help…