I started this a while ago and finally got around to finishing it. It took me roughly from 12 to 3 am, quite sad. This was meant be a drabble type thing and ended up much longer then expected even with leaving a few things out. Enjoy

"As my apprentice you are free to go wherever in my citadel that you deem fit, but stay away from the dungeons."

Jack crept down the dungeon steps hugging the Shroud of Shadows around his thin shoulders. Even the stairs going down to Chase's dungeons were dank and the only light came from torches, placed every thirty feet down the narrow, winding stair case. If Jack hadn't known better he would have thought he was descending into hell. Which was true in a way, he thought as he neared the end. It probably had been someone's hell.

He stopped mid step only a few yards away from the door. He was unusually fearful and for a moment he had imagined noises in the dark. Jack took a deep breath of the stale air to fortify himself and reached for the large bronze handle. It was slimy and he pulled back with a shudder and a sneer. His evil lair would be gleaming metals and plastics. Not old and slimy. Jack wiped his hand on his pants and opened the door ignoring the steady drip drip of water inside.

The door creaked open, a noise that ripped through the darkness faster and louder than Jack thought possible. With a cautious glance behind him Jack stepped inside. The torches hadn't been lit here and Jack fumbled with a carton of matches before he finally managed to light one, all the mean while ignoring the stench that surrounded him.

The torch's glow penetrated the darkness and Jack went deeper into the dungeons. One hand crept along the wall and the other held the torch aloft. The sound of water and stench of death grew as he went along until he came across a door, not even locked, that had people in it. Not talking exactly but the occasional moan crept through the door.

Jack look at the door warily, someone who was kept in Chase's dungeon was probably dangerous. So dangerous they couldn't even be trusted as jungle cats, or treacherous. He stared at his own hand in horror and it involuntarily opened the door for him. As he hands no longer seemed to obey him neither did his legs, they walked forwards of their own accord illuminating the small dungeon room with the flickering light of his torch.

"No...." Jack whispered. The Shroud slipped off legs suddenly found it very hard to hold his own scant weight and they began to buckle. He whimpered as what must have been a dozen pairs of gleaming golden eyes turned to look at him.

Jack ducked outside of the room splattering the rough stones with vomit, barely managing to keep his torch out of the acrid spray. He looked back into the room hoping he had been mistaken but he had no such luck.

Jack's eyes grew wide as he finally had a glimpse of what the Lao Mang Long soup did to a person, after all, he now had a basis for comparison.

There was a fluttering of cloth and limbs as the dirty figures shoved in the tiny room attempted to do- to do what? Jack thought.

And then he lifted his head and even through the hanks of matted hair covering most of his face he shot Jack a look that made his whole body shake. Revulsion mixed with pity and fright.

"Get out Jack." The voice was deep, but quiet and raspy like someone who didn't expect another breath of air. But all Jack was able to reply was,

"Chase?"

Ever single person in the room gave some sign of recognition of the name. The Chase who had spoken, who was chained up on the wall, spoke again.

"He won't hesitate to kill you, and believe it or not we don't all hate you here."

Jack stared but couldn't speak. So many Chase's he could only assume they had all come from different alternate dimensions. One was dress strictly in dingy blue, another in a long white robe, the one he was talking to, jeans, a leather jacket and a button up shirt. Everyone of them was filthy, covered in what looked like dried blood.

Jack summoned up his voice but swallowed his tongue again when he felt some brush against his ankle. Fearing it was a rat or something worth he reached down to shoe it away and suddenly realized what the stench was that surrounded this place. Burned flesh.

The hand that had brushed against him was too scared, too burned for its owner to still be alive, but he was. Air came in and out of him in a labored cycle. The badly burned face looked up at him for a moment, even though Jack could clearly tell each movement caused him tremendous pain, and his scared face smiled in a way Jack hasn't though possible.

"Alive," came the faint, yet clearly distinguishable voice that drifted up from the nearly dead Chase.

"Pitifully isn't it?"

Jack whipped around only to see his Chase, a strong healthy Chase, standing behind him staring at his counterparts with a smug arrogance.

."I came down because he was dying, only to find you disobeying my only order worm. So like you, to beg for the chance to be evil, truly evil, and then to be sick with it when you see it." His eyes gleamed like the others in the lamplight but even in their states their eyes still held a warmth in them that his Chase had not. They were good Chases, Jack realized. Maybe not all temple monks but good.

"What have you done here?" Jack said trying to keep his tone even and undisturbed even though he couldn't disguise how moist his eyes had gotten when he realized somewhere, in another dimension, Chase would have been so glad to see him alive.

"Using magic you wouldn't understand I've traveled to numerous dimensions and gathered up numerous counterparts, each is now being used to enhance my own chi, when I am finished absorbing their chi my powers will be beyond mortal comprehension." He gave the burnt Chase a nudge with his boot disdainfully.

"Consider yourself lucky you met him Spicer possibly the only person who ever died to protect you on purpose," he gazed up at Jack and laughed sickeningly. " You didn't get the whole story then? You would think this bunch of bleeding hearts would love to talk about the bravery of their fallen brother, but they aren't really up for talking. He's like this because of you insect, a alternate version, who was too stupid to turn off his welding torch before taking a nap. Too weak, too stupid, too inclined to see himself in you."

Jack looked down at the corpse tears now falling thick and fast. A strangeness was welling up inside him, part of it was recognizable as sadness but the other was foreign, Something he hadn't felt since second grade. He could no longer remember what he was supposed to call the feeling but as he stared at Chase and the Chase's that seemed to be weakening quicker now that his Chase was here he felt the need to do something. Anything.

"Step aside boy, his body is for the cats." Chase made a move meant to bat Spicer away but the boy stood unshakable in the door frame.

"No." Jack said lifting his dripping ruby red eyes up to the cold golden ones.

"What do you mean no?" Chase snarled. How dare he! How dare the worm oppose him.

"No means no. This is sick! This is-"

"Evil? Remember Jack that's what you chose when you joined me."

Jack gulped down what he believed to be more bile , brought on by fright this time, and held his hand up to Chase's face in a familiar L shaped sign.

"Loser," was Jacks only retort. Jack slowly stooped down and picked up the Shroud of Shadows as the word sunk into Chase.

There was nothing to break the silence but the drip of water as Jack pulled something out of his pocket. He had meant to show it to Chase, to impress him, well he would get to show it to Chase, but not in the way Jack had expected.

There was a hiss as the laser melted it's way through armor, through skin and flesh and bone; Chase never uttered a sound. Immortal as he was this would not kill him but the searing pain itself was driving him into shock. Jack activated a small Jackbot that began to free the prisoners as he flew up the stairs on his heliobot.

What had he done? What had he done? He had attacked Chase Young that's what he had done! There was no way he was going to be a Heylin after that, he would be killed, and the monks would never take him back after all the double crossing he had done.

Hovering quickly through the air towards his home he thought over his new situation.

"So where does that leave me?"

I'm contemplating stopping this and actually doing a story with continuity and a plot. As you may be able to tell my favorite characters are Chase and Jack (like so many other people) so it would probably involve them. Since it's me the chances of me actually stopping my oneshots is scant but updates will be really really really slow. So I'm down to trying to decide between these:

Time Portal: Jack makes a time machine to get pudding cups from the future but it ends up going wrong when he summons up a 15 year old Chase Young instead. After meeting Chase can he really let him go on to his fate? Can he even tell him?

Imaginary Friend: When Jack decided to go evil in Second Grade he gains a imaginary friend who trys to put him on a different path. The friend disspears with Wuya but comes back just in time for what could be his final words of advice.

Little Dragon: Chase's early history. (something I've already started but lost along the way.)

Just Young: Chase Young is accidently split in his Xiaolin and Heylin sides and places Jack in charge of his good half as he looks for a cure.

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