This Curse of Mine

Chapter 3: Crimson Memories

"-er… Spicer! Wake up you fool!" Who is yelling? "What have you done to your feet?! They are bleeding!" Oh… Right, yesterday I broke that glass while… "Get up now!" Chase? Is he here for that talk? I don't want to get up, I feel like shit…

"Stop pulling the covers Chase! Let me rest…"

"Your feet are injured and you slept for a long time so it's time to get up!"

"Shut up! Stop saying it as if you care! Just, leave me alone!"

Chases' face became softer as he heard the broken voice of the usually prideful and cheerful Jack Spicer.

"Jack, what happened?" His words were filled with genuine worry.

Jack's eyes began to tear up, he couldn't stop them. This was the first time he heard Chase sound like this. Jack stuffed his face in the pillow so Chase can't see the tears. Before he could pull the sheets over his head, Chase grabbed them.

"Spicer, you can't stay here forever-"

"Watch me." /lel wanted to write Watch me, bitch! But we know how that would end/

"That's it!" After a dangerously low grumble from Chase, Jack felt himself being lifted up.

"What are you doing?! Put me down!"

"Relax, Spicer, I won't hurt you. I've had it with your nonsense, so you're coming with me."

"What? Where? And why should I?"

"You are coming to my palace with me because I've said so."

"That's just unfair, don't I get a say in that?"

"I'm evil, and no, you don't."

In a matter of a second, Chase teleported them both to his lair. He teleported them in a guest room. He dropped Jack onto a bed and ordered him to wait for his return.

What just happened? Jack was confused. He didn't get why Chase was acting like that. Hell, he doesn't even know how to process what happened. As Spicer was thinking, Chase stepped in to the room.

"Show me your feet."

Chase sat down and Jack put his feet on to Chases lap. Chase took one of the legs and started taking out the shattered glass pieces. Noticing that Jack made only slight noises when he was pulling bigger pieces, he spoke up: "I see that you have become somewhat accustomed to pain. Care to tell how that happened?"

Noting the frown, Chase continued: "You see, Spicer. There is something I want from you and if you are like this, there's no way I'll get it."

At that Spicer looked at him. "You need something from me? What?" Could you sound anymore eager? After all this time you still can't stop sounding so naive. "That's for me to know and you to find out when you get better."

Wow.

"Chase-"

"Hold the thought, Spicer. A Shen Gong Wu has activated. Wuya will be here soon, so I should go. Are you coming with?"

"N-no. I'll go home and-"

"You're not going anywhere. You are to stay here with me until I say so."

"But-"

"No buts, Spicer. If you need anything, ask my warriors."

True to his words, Jack could hear Wuya already screaming for Chase.

Chase ported himself out with a slight grin as a goodbye. Now Jack was again left alone with his thoughts.

Wow. I suck. Not only did Chase, my ultimate evil superhero of all time take pity on me, now he thinks I can't be trusted on my own. Like, I can't take care of myself. Ridiculous!

When he touched the floor with his injured feet, he felt the pain and it reminded him of something terrible. He started making his way to the bathroom but couldn't help the flashback he was having.

/Flashback/

Sitting on the cold, bloody floor was none other than Jack. The crimson color on the floor was matching the one of his hair and eyes. His whole body was aching with pain but to him it was only a dull sensation. He was already broken, many times over. The pain, no matter how strong was nothing compared to the words his captor spews at him each and every time he gives Jack new marks on his delicate skin. This time too, Jack was left alone with the pain to think. His brain was one of the most intelligent in the world, but that also meant dangerous, be it to him or to others. Jack knew that too. Sitting alone in the cell, everything around him was quiet, it all felt like a lie, like a dream he was having. Every time he felt like that, he began thinking. If this wasn't a dream then I could just end it, I know this isn't a dream because it hurts. But I know of a way to end it.

All I have to do is grab something sharp...

Now his flashback was starting to fade but the lastwords were spoken out loud, as if he shared the same mentality as then. Jack looked like he was in a trance; he arrived in the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. All I need is something sharp... Still in a trance like state Jack reached with his closed fist to the mirror and smashed it. Taking one of the parts in between his fingers, he again thought: All I need is something sharp and this will all end. I won't be ridiculed anymore, I won't be hurt anymore and I won't feel pain anymore!

Arriving at the Showdown scene, Chase had a dreary feeling for leaving Jack all alone.

He felt as if something was off with the boy from the moment he saw him. Living as long as he has, has thought him to listen to his suspicions. That's what helped him keep his head for so long.

That feeling only proved to be right as he felt one of his warriors call him through their shared telekinesis.

Master, Spicer has started going to the bathroom, but something is wrong. He looks as if he is in a trance of some sorts.

I'll be there soon, has he done anything else?

No but- *sound of glass breaking* I'm afraid yes, he just broke the mirror.

Chase didn't care anymore. He finished the showdown in a second and ported himself home. "Where is he?

"He screamed as soon as he arrived. One of his panthers showed him the way. He entered the bathroom and saw Jack holding a broken piece of the mirror.

Chase jumped at the boy, furious with his action. He took the piece of the mirror. But looking at it he noticed the blood.

"Chase?"

The man in question didn't look at the boy but rather his wrists.

"What have you done?! Why?"

Before Jack could answer, he passed out, leaving a terrified Chase holding him.