I started this because I wanted to do over done , drawn out description of somebody and here it is. Yeah it's really only Jack because I can't see Omi not waking the rest of the temple up. Also because it's cruel for someone else parents to show up when he dosn't know who his parents are. I think they'd know well enough to not torture the poor kid. Lee's only based of Mako Tsunami a tiny bit if you were wondering. I just can't help but think of the Legendary Fisherman when I think of Lee and Mako and that card look similar.
Jack snuffled comfortably in his sleep one hand curling and uncurling around his blue comforter unaware of what was materializing in his bedroom. He woke up with a jolt pulling his blankets up to his chin, he had dreamed he was drowning in a pool of water that wasn't very large but seemed to go on forever streaking into the bowels of the earth and beyond. Jack had struggled but just like dreams usually are-he couldn't move ,and soon the water turned boiling hot and filled with choking blood that blocked up his throat and eyes until all he could do was float downwards.
"There ,there, it was just a dream." a disembodied voice said.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" came Jack scream. He began to cower under his covers thinking to himself ,it's just the wind , it's just wind! He poked his head above the covers to check and froze completely, was that....Chase? What was he doing in his bedroom, in the middle of the night. I think I read a girly manga like this once, crap.
"Chase?" He asked timidly. The figure laughed out loud- a deep rumbling noise and when he fully saw the man standing in the room his confusion deepen.
He bore a great resemblance to his evil hero but he was older, at least 30 and without the ageless quality Chase pulled off so well. His long black-blue hair was tied back with a piece of string but many strands had pulled free of the sloppy ponytail and now brushed against the weather worn olive tone face. He wore tan pants, bunched at the ankles and tied at the waist with a thick belt, The stranger wore a blue gray shirt but it had no sleeves and didn't wasn't fully fastened revealing a tan and muscles that most movie stars would kill (or get surgery) for. Most of all Jack caught himself staring at his eyes, big and blue they looked as calm as Chases usually did but showed far more warmth then he'd ever seen Chase display.
Jack rotated his hips towards the other voice he'd heard and there was someone standing there as well. A lady of around 25 that was standing quite close to the man. Not quite a super model by Jacks standards but there was something alluring about here. Compared to the sinewy rugged man she was standing next to she was a little slip of a woman with a much lighter shade of black hair and vivacious golden eyes. She looks nice, like mommy.
"Jack Spicer?" The man asked "I believe you know a Chase Young?"
"Y-y-es. What do you want with him? What do you want with me!" Jack squealed out in girly terror, eyes as big as saucers and brimming with tears. The woman half walked, half glided over to Jacks side and laid a sympathetic hand on top of his blanket.
"He's Lee, and I am Jia. Don't let him frighten you, he's not as scary as he looks. As for what we want with...." Here she stopped and her thin shoulders heaved as a wretched sob escaped her lips. Lee stepped in front of her protectively and finished saying what she could not,
"We are his parents." His voice was muted somehow, a possible ocean roar quelled to a near silent lagoon.
Jack remained silent, something in him had already guessed that. Lee shook a loose strand of blueish black hair out of his face and continued.
"He's gone nearly hollow inside, a shadow of his former self. If he doesn't remember who is his soon there won't be enough man to stop the monster."
"Why do you need to talk to me, why don't you say that to his face? Why not ask one of the Xiaolin losers?" Jack uttered with slight scorn, Chase was his EVIL hero, he didn't want to make him a wishy washy loser. He was about to completely decline when Jia tore herself away from Lee and strode up to him with fire in her eyes.
"The monks need to be there to save the world, you do not!" Jack looked her in the eyes and nodded mindlessly as the fire was quenched and Jia's eyes pleaded at him to listen.
"You're not in same place and never will be Spicer! I lost my son, my only son, when he was only five and I've never been able to see him again! I wasn't there for him when he was starving, I wasn't there for him when he attacked by monsters I could have helped him fight, I wasn't even there to see him make Wudai Warrior. For fifteen hundred years all I've wanted to do is hold him and stroke his hair and tell I'm proud of him and that I love him. We're so proud of him and he'll never know." Jia straightened herself and with a unceremonious flick of a charcoal colored sleeve she wiped the copious tears from her blanched face.
Jack crawled out from under his protective blankets and reached out to touch the increasingly spectral looking figures but as his limb reached closer and closer Jia and Lee disappeared in a swirl of fog leaving a confused Jack alone, and reaching out for something that just wasn't there.