Family Issues 2
Wuya dragged her feet as she entered Chase's hideout. Those damned monks had taken the Wu right out of her hands, but she didn't have enough strength to keep being angry at them. Instead, she gritted her teeth and sat on the ground beside the pool. It was at times like these when she missed that idiot Jack Spicer making a loud entrance and taking all of the monks' attention so she could get the Wu. She combed back her messed hair and wondered just where Jack was. It wasn't like him to let a Wu go without putting up a pathetic effort to get it.
She trailed a finger across the still waters of the pool, forming a sigil she knew by heart.
"Well, well, where have you been Jackie?...," she whispered, as an image formed on the waves.
A great hall appeared, lighted by great chandeliers with shining cristals like diamons that reflected soft lights over the people that danced and talked; all of them dressed in expensive tuxedos and bejewelled dresses. Among them, she saw a red haired head and instantly recognized Jack.
She had to blink twice to make sure that wasn't good Jack, though. Jack sat next to an ugly old man with gray hair who seemed to listen intently to him. He was dressed in a tuxedo that fit him perfectly, yet he had unbuttoned the first two buttons of the shirt and taken off the bow tie, which hung from his neck along with his goggles. It looked like Jack had tried to style his hair into something more appropiate for the ocassion, combing it backwards, but his rebel strands of hair were already sticking up and out of place. And the usual black line down his left eye was nowhere to be seen, which gave him an older look that, more than anything else, made him look like a stranger to Wuya.
"I mean, under normal conditions it behaves perfectly, but put any kind of strain on it and the sigals start going off the charts," was saying Jack to the old man. Wuya recognized the obsession shining in his eyes when he recounted his experiments and the different tests he had made with his robots. It was the same he had whenever he talked about world domination, and the whole scene gave Wuya a strange sense of nostalgia that she didn't like.
"With those clothes he looks even thinner and almost sick," said a voice behind her, and Wuya whirled around to find Chase looking down at the images on the pool.
A splash of her hand and Jack's image faded away.
"He has always been one for ridiculous disguises," said Wuya, rising from her spot.
She saw Chase eyeing her intently, looking for something Wuya wished wasn't plain in her face.
Humanity.
Jack always brought up the worst in everyone.