Disclaimer:I do not own American Dragon: Jake long I just write about it I only own the plotlines of my works as well as any character's I come up with. I.E. Persons, places or things considered non canon. I'd love to hear about any inspiration that may come your way, should you find it in my work.
The Trust Tests of Love
The night air was bitter. It was mid December in the NYC and the first snow had just a few hours prior blanketed the ground. Central park was quite, for the most part… Jake put up his hands making a grab for the Huntsmasters blade. Tonight's the night. Jake thought to himself. Huntscreep's deadest on mounting my skull soon. It's me or him now. Jake rolled to the right and pushed off the ground taking flight into the star filled sky.
The Huntsmaster roared in anger. Cocking back his arm he launched his Stave spear-like at Jake. Jake belched a torrent of flame knocking the weapon aside. It whistled through the air and struck a tree, thoroughly imbedded. The Huntsmaster growled and ran towards the tree. Jake strained his wings and just barley beat him, dodging in front of the roiling mound of flesh and his deadly weapon.
"What now, hotshot?" Jake smirked.
Jake turned, a piercing I-yah emanating from his right. He glanced in that direction and received a forceful kick to his jaw.
"I've got him now uncle!" Rose cried.
Jake reached up instinctively trying to quell his bleeding jaw. Rose double punched him in the gut backing him against the tree.
"Jesus women!" Jake gasped.
Rose moved in closer, Jake shrank back a bit, afraid for his bones.
"Easy there, dragon boy." Rose soothed. Jake relaxed a bit. "Tonight `is` the night." She whispered.
Rose grabbed Jake by the throat. Jake allowed her confirmation to play out a moment. This was the night, it's do or die. Jake thought to himself gathering courage. The Huntsmaster bolted up behind Rose shoved her aside and embedded the blade of his dagger into Jakes left thigh.
Jake cried out in agony, his leg quivered unable to cope with the electrical discharge of the glowing green blade. He panicked, looked to Rose. She glanced back at him he swore he saw tears in her eye's. She promised me. Jake thought. The Huntsmaster held out his hand and waited. Rose reluctantly tossed her staff to him. The Huntsmaster caught it without a glance. He glared at Jake, and leveled the blade at Jakes neck.
"Any last words dragon!"
Jake swallowed, eye's blurry with tears. "I don't know my own worst nightmare, but I know yours." Jake sighed and lowered his head.
Minutes felt like an eternity. He felt the cold metal prongs of the Huntsmasters staff dig into his scales. You sick fuck… Jake thought dejectedly. A monstrous roar swallowed the bitter silence. Jake opened his eyes. A massive dark figure pounced upon the Huntsmaster knocking him to the ground. The figure was distinctly dragon it straddled the Huntsmaster pinning him to the ground, pulled back its fist and cold cocked the Huntsmaster in a single blow.
He sobbed, the pain beginning to grow unbearable. Through his tear filled vision he made out the vague silhouette of five other dragons. Jake tried to remember seeing them earlier but was unable to remember that far back. Two of them rushed forward, the other three turned and took flight. The first dragon to reach him was an aquamarine with white spikes complementing him. The dragon pulled the knife from Jakes thigh and tossed it aside.
With a moan, Jake began to fall forward. The Aquamarine dragon caught him and set him gently on the snow. It knelt and patted Jake on the shoulder, stood, smiled weakly and disappeared from view. Jake turned his head; the second dragon was orange and sported yellow spikes. He turned from his work at a small bag and met with the third a large, dark red scaled monster. They exchanged words and the orange dragon left.
The largest dragon whipped around and pulled some strips of cloth from a pack slung over his midsection. It knelt and tightly bandaged Jake's wound. The dragon muttered something under its breath. A rift formed in the air, from it spewed a set of thick metal chains onto the ground. The dragon picked them up and went about imprisoning Jake. In the dim light Jake realized who his captor was. Cocking his head quizzically to the side, Jake glanced at Andem, who scowled and shook his head. He turned and repeated the process with the Huntsmaster.
Rose bounded out of the shadows in hot pursuit where two other dragons, Andem jumped in front of her. Rose tuned on her heal and bumped into her pursuers. She backed away huntsstaff held to her chest, as they towered over her.
"Drop it!" Andem barked.
Rose bent down and placed the staff on the ground. She stepped back and held her hands behind her back. The dragons hesitated unsure if this was some new trick. Gathering there wits the dragons closed in and tied Rose up. Marching her over to Jake and the Huntsmaster, they tossed her next to Jake. He sighed and gazed into her eye's.
"They materialized out of nowhere," She whispered.
Jake played a miniature guessing game with himself as the dragons bustled about cleaning up the scene. He had no idea what was happening or why it was happening for that matter. But Jake had taken the hint; there was nothing nice about this visit. Andem had fitted him with a rather tight collar and a thick muzzle prevented him from saying anything intelligible.
Jake fought against his binds, a rather vain attempt at escape which he quickly learned. Rose shared in his despair all but a bit more persistently. Eventually they both gave up and glanced at one another. Rose glared at Jake, her evident question being, `What the hell just happened? ` And Jakes rather in complex response of "How the hell am I supposed to know?"
They didn't need to talk to share there thoughts. They understood everything through the deep down connection all lovers share. There work finished, hundreds of dragons gathered and, one by one began to disappear leaving behind a mere handful. Two dragons Jake hadn't seen before attached a chain to his ankles and dragged him through the snow towards the subway station.
The aquamarine dragon slung Rose over his shoulder and followed after and Andem roughly did the same with the Huntsmaster. Jake gave a ragged yelp as something sharp jabbed him in the ribs as they pulled him along. The dragons ignored him. Rose however shared in his pain, and for the first time that night realized just how cold it was outside. She blinked, a warm sparkling drop plunged to the snow. She'd known this day would come, or something similar, But never so soon… She'd hoped it would be some day, far into the future. Not now, not so young.
The dragons paused to catch their breath, the aquamarine dragon gingerly stepped over Jake, taking the lead. In that second an icy sting met his cheek. He looked ahead to Rose, felt her sorrow. Oh not now Rose, don't do that now. This isn't your fault I'll make sure of that. Through the trip Jake grew even more dejected, until he to gave into tears. Unbeknownst to him the shadows watched, Jake's tear slid down his cheek and into the snow. For a second it glowed ember, it takes thousands to make a single flame.
Note: I apologize for the amount of time it took me to make an edit. If you've already read the first chapter then you'll notice this one's changed a lot, but I have as well. This one also intends to make the storyline a bit more fluid.