Sights unseen.
Drago has no joy in remaining in the demon netherworld. TsoLan has a plan, his own revenge in place. All it takes is a box and enough chi. Each demon will be in, along with the Chan family. It's rated M, possibly for swearing, violence and sexual things.
I don't own Jackie Chan Adventures, just part of this idea that my friend and I did during rps.
"I'm not getting any younger, old man."
Really, patience was wasted on the young. A youth with a mouth. TsoLan held a hand above the box, the object cradled in his other hand. The two of them had been preparing, making sure when the time came, that it would actually work. "Be silent, Drago." Was what the Moon demon had to say. "And I saw that." He spoke, just as the young half-demon stuck his tongue out at his Uncle's back.
Drago pulled his tongue back into his mouth, his shoulders hunched and his wings lowered. Really, how much longer could this take? Time in the Netherworld and time in the real world was much different. Who knew how much had passed. The other demons had been stuck in the place for centuries. TsoLan closed his eyes, concentrating for a moment. He turned slowly, opening up his eyes to look at his nephew. "It is time."
Something in the back of Drago's mind nagged at him. That this was a very bad, horrible idea.. He brushed the thought aside, raising himself up to the full height. "... Go for it." He nodded his head, holding out his arms. He scowled faintly, hearing his Uncle's slight chuckle. TsoLan used his other hand, twisting the top of the small box. Drago felt like his insides were suddenly being ripped apart, his body bending in half as he roared.
Was it supposed to feel this painful?
"E.. Nn.." The feeling that had been there a second ago, had suddenly stopped just as quickly as it came. He fell down to his knees, repressing the urge to simply vomit. "Fuck..." He hissed in a low tone, his tail swishing from side to side. He slowly lifted his head, glaring directly at the moon demon in front of him. "You didn't tell me it'd fucking hurt, you son of a bitch!"
"Don't insult your dear grandmother, Drago." TsoLan tapped the top of the box, watching as it slid closed once again. It twitched in his hands, lifting up into the air. The two demons turned to watch the sudden display, watching as it twitched once more. "Did it work?" The younger asked, watching curiously. TsoLan wasn't sure just yet. It had sucked up every bit of the Chi that Drago had pocessed.
Perhaps it was a dud, somehow.
"Ah.. So, it is true! Dear brother TsoLan has found a way to get us out of this prison!" Oh chills did run right down the Moon demon's spine. Such a horrible thing... Slowly, the creature turned himself around. Standing right behind the demon and half-demon were the rest of the prisoners trapped inside of the Netherworld. Oh, a perfect plan now ruined... HsiWu stood at the front of the pack, his wings flapping eagerly.
Drago slowly stood, on shaky legs. His claws curled into fists, sharp red eyes glaring. His threat was ignored, just as BaiTsa flew up closer towards the box held in her elder brother's hands. The box still floated above him. "It is a dud, dear sister.." Well, that wasn't so certain how that could be. "Look!" Suddenly, XiaoFung looked up towards the box. Ah, yes. It shook violently, a beam of red light exploding from the top.
Right in front of the demons, a portal seemed to form and twist. Eyes were wide, watching as the portal revealed a city. San Francisco it appeared to be. Silence for a moment, before "Every demon for themself!" TchangZu let out a loud roar, using two large hands to shove aside both XiaoFung and DaiGui, before he flew towards the portal. DaiGui was startled for a moment, before his thoughts... faint thoughts caught up with him.
Now, it was on.
Drago saw his chance and leapt forward, his shoulder knocking into BaiTsa's arm. The water demoness snarled her own fury, flying right past HsiWu, who was just as knocked off balance. Drago hit the portal first, leaping right on through. He hit the streets, rolling until he fell over onto his back. Yes.. The feeling of needing to vomit was returning. "Uugh.." He rolled over onto his hands and knees, head bent down.
Oh, yeah. That hurt.
The sky above him was dark. No doubt it was past midnight. The entire city was fast asleep, unaware of the creatures that had been set free. He lifted his head, taking a quick look around. This street, he knew it. The moon demon landed easily on the ground, right beside where his nephew stood. Right behind the taller demon, slithered BaiTsa. The water demoness turned her head, before ducking as HsiWu flew out, right above her.
"NOO!"
It had only been those four to escape. The portal behind them gave a soft noise, like a sizzle as it turned to a dark green shade and shut, directly on the faces of their siblings. Only four had been freed, while the rest remained trapped in the demon Netherworld. The box closed, having come along with them through the portal. It clattered to the ground, the glow dying on it slowly. Things grew silent.
TsoLan slowly approached the box, using one hand to bring up the box. "Well.. It is only us four." He spoke, quietly, but calmly as he slid the box inside of his robes. HsiWu burst into a few excited giggles, coming to land on top of a light post. His tail curled with happiness. "We are free! We are free! Gah!" He almost fell right from the spot, wrapping his tail around the pole to keep himself up right, just as BaiTsa slammed her tail against it.
"Be silent, you little worm. You will wake up the entire street!" She hissed lowly.
Drago tried to ignore the voices, slowly raising himself up on his legs. Yeah, he knew this street.. He'd gone down it a few dozen times with the three that had been working for him. Those three.. He didn't even know how long he had been in the demon Netherworld. Or how many years had passed in the human world. Perhaps several.. HsiWu slowly floated down to where his nephew stood, grey lips spread with a wide smile. "How does it feel to be free again, dear Nephew?" He laughed.
The younger demon shot him a glare, then motioned for his silence with a claw. "Shut up..." By morning, people would certainly start to notice them. Demons with tails, scales and everything else. Taking over the world had to be done carefully now. Very carefully.. To keep the Chan clan from getting one up on them.
He took a step, seeing if he was still dizzy. No... No, it was alright now. With a motion of his claw, he began to walk down the street. "C'mon. I know a place we can go!" TsoLan rose an eyebrow, but he did not question. HsiWu sneered faintly, but he understand just the same.
"A junkyard.. How lovely." BaiTsa wrinkled her demonic face in a little sneer. Her tail swished from side to side, keeping clear of anything that might cling. The whole area appeared like some kind of teenage hangout, which it had once been. Drago leaned against one of the old cars, head in his clawed hands as he tried to settle himself down. His stomach was still churning a little. His uncles were looking around, taking in what was around.
HsiWu perched himself on top of a car, looking very much like a demented, demonic hood ornament. BaiTsa came to rest beside her elder brother, watching for a change in the Moon demon's expression. One could never tell what the creature was thinking, he was always so silent. "You planned this, didn't you." Her question was simple and accusing, but she sounded absolutely happy about it all.
Perhaps it had been planned, but things would change. TsoLan opened his eyes, his tongue moving for a slight second. "Be silent, BaiTsa. Our siblings will not remain trapped in that darkness for long. We simply have to find a different way to slip them out." He turned, facing the three of his family members. The ones he would need to have help with, otherwise the plans they made would surely fail. "For now.. We cannot simply walk around as we are."
"Meaning what." Drago finally lifted his head, taking a careful, curious look at his uncle. He didn't like where this had all been going... Though he had agreed to it, in a way. For his own.. Oh, that was beside the point and all. "It means, nephew. That we must change our appearance. From these... creatures, and to normal humans." HsiWu spoke, his tail curling in annoyance at the very idea. Of course.
Something that would make them blend in with the crowds, for now.
The young half-demon sat forward, Drago rubbing the back of his neck. "Fine.. If that's what needs to happen, fine. While we're hiding out, I'll need to look out for a few people." He pushed himself off of the car, standing straight up. He turned his eyes towards the sky, then looked down at his clawed fingers. Funny, he'd grown attracted to them... And now, they'd be gone for a while. Just until things were all straightened out.
For now, they would... sleep here. If the four of them could even sleep. Actually, Drago wouldn't have much a problem. If the old car was still in the spot, then he'd be comfortable as he slept. The others could bitch and complain all they liked.
In the streets of San Francisco, another house held slept. A building that was labeled of Uncle's rare Finds, where the Chan family lived. An old man, a young archeologist, a little girl and a Japanese man. A dog as well. Each person was fast asleep, happily wrapped in their own little dreams. In the room of the oldest Chan, the old man turned over in his bed. His dreams were not at ease, filled with troubling thoughts.
Uncle's eyes slowly opened, staring up at the darkness of the blurred ceiling. His words were just a soft, terrified whisper. "... Uncle has the willies.."