Jignesh was a hard, but kind teacher pushing Jacks body past the limitations of most humans. Jack was sitting on his star bed. Both of his eyes were swollen shut and he was swinging a dislocated arm back into place. There was no medic where ever they were and Jignesh only helped him if the injuries were major.
Jack sighed. It wasn't that Jack did not like Jignesh but all this work was very hard. Day after day from the time Jignesh woke him until Jignesh let Jack sleep again they trained. No brakes or chances to catch his breath. They didn't even stop for food, but, Jack supposed that was okay because he never seemed to get hungry here. This was a far cry from back home where he never stopped eating. Jacks body told him to quit but he couldn't, the force in his mind wouldn't let him.
That force was hate. Hate drove him to become better. Hatred for the people who wasted the last of his childhood. Battering and bruising him physically and mentally. Jack had always pushed himself to stay on level with the monks, but it was to no avail. Without formal training Jack was just lucky to stay alive after battling the monks. Jack had given up because one day he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep up.
However now things were different. Now Jack had a trainer and he was going to be the best he could be for Jignesh.
Training wasn't just physical, however. Jignesh required Jack to strengthen his mind as well. Starting with learning to do calculus in his head and moving quickly to low level telekinesis was almost too much for Jack's poor mind, and if he wasn't already a genius his mind wouldn't been able to handle the information and strain that was placed on it. If he was not careful his mind would totally shut down.
But Jack was not going to let that happen. His drive on this was too strong. When he was finished with this training he would no longer be looked down on by the magic users. He would be a step above them all with his knowledge over the technological.
Jack was tired of being treated like garbage. Being thrown away by anyone he dared to trust when he was no longer needed.
Jack didn't know how long he had been with Jignesh. It felt like weeks, but who knew? There was no night or day here.
He had never been so covered with bruises. But it was all worth it to see those morons pay when he got out of this place and was as strong and powerful as all of them. It helped that his teacher was the object of his affections.
Jack blushed at that thought but he had to admit that he had a crush on Jignesh. From his teacher's mannerisms to his incredible brain to his staggering strength, was all enough to turn Jack into a love sick pile of goo. It really wasn't all that surprising that Jack had developed feelings for Jignesh. Jack had always been drawn to strength. And beauty. And truly Jignesh was the most attractive being that Jack had ever gotten the honor to lay eyes on. His rich blue skin and long blue-black hair, which was pulled back during lessons, complemented each other do well. The way his eyes were slanted and the ever so slight crinkle at the corner when he smiled that barely there smile of his. Jack's heart melted at the sight of his instructor.
Jignesh put the Mona Lisa to shame, his physique made Michele Angelo's David look like a scrawny crack whore. Jignesh was not overly beefy but his well toned body pleased Jack to no end. Jack had even begun to dream of his teacher. Jignesh's strong arms embracing him, large hands at Jack's waist. A deliciously deep voice whispering sweet declarations of love in Jack's ear. Jignesh's soft lips devouring Jack's. Jack put his hand to his mouth and blushed. He had never ever dreamed of anyone before he met Jignesh. Now he had these dreams every night which were slowly becoming more graphic and less child appropriate.
Lost in his thoughts Jack almost didn't notice his arm shift back into place. Almost, ha that was a stretch! It was hard not to notice that sudden jolt. It was greatly painful and extremely uncomfortable in a stomach turning sort of way. But it was okay, what was one dislocated arm as long as he was close to Jignesh. Jack laid down on his star with a dreamy sigh, letting his newly fixed arm hang over the edge. His eyes drifted closed thinking of his wonderful instructor.
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Jignesh loathed that foolish Jack Spicer. Jack was no more than an incompetent boob that was most likely born to be used. This was most likely why Jignesh felt not a semblance of remorse for his actions. Jack was incredibly bafflingly stupid. With Jack's IQ level he should have been to master these skills but there was some mental block that was holding him back.
They were stuck on the basics because of it. Kai dragon style Tai kwon do, tai chi, ten do anything goes school of martial arts, all simple styles that Jack could not master. Jignesh was even having trouble teaching Jack martial arts tea ceremony! The boy was an imbecile. However if Jignesh ever wanted to get out of here then he must rely on Jack. Though that thought made Jignesh physically sick, he had no choice.
He would need to tie Jack to him with something strong, as to avoid any messy betrayals. What better medium than love? Seducing Jack was an awful thought but this was a quicker way to secure loyalty than fear or hate and much more solid. This however would take a while. Jack was completely horrid in every manner.
Jignesh would never understand the old obsession for creatures that look of milk and blood. While it might sound nice and poetic on paper, Jack and all the other creatures that shared Jack's looks were repulsive. Jack, with his too pale skin that was two shades away from translucent. His hair that looked like blood. Sometimes when Jack fell on the ground as they trained Jignesh had feared that he split Jack's head open and Jack was bleeding to death. But no, it was just his hideous hair. His eyes were the orbs of an evil imps. Evil blood ran through Jack's cursed veins.
Even Jack's emotions were disgusting. Constantly beaming up love and joy-sickening! No matter what physical or mental punishment that he made Jack suffer Jack still looked like he was in love. No matter what he was determined to make good through all of his uselessness.
Jack was ugly, emotional and stupid; the three things Jignesh hated most. Jignesh hated those things. So Jignesh hated Jack.
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Chase Young was worried. It had been three days since Jack disappeared into Jignesh's realm but time moved so much quicker in Jignesh's realm. Chase feared for his very life with those two together. Jack wasn't a threat now but given enough time with Jignesh to train, Jack could pose a real threat to Chase.
Chase also had no doubts that Jignesh would try to make Jack hate Chase. That bitch was never happy with knowing that Chase would forever bear the scars of their last encounter. Not to mention the fact that Jignesh had wounded his pride; cutting off a good six inches of Chase's long hair. No Jignesh wanted Chase destroyed. Completely. The only way to do that would be to get out of his own sad depraved little world and the only way to do that would be to get a body.
Jack wasn't exactly as fond of Chase as he used to be either. So very very bitter was that boy when he left. In all fairness however, to the rest of them, Jack wasn't really in the threat category. He barely registered on the radar as a villain; his feelings weren't even in the equation. They had been care less with a weak mans feelings. This had not been smart.
Back to the problem at hand. If Jack was taught the perfect balance then they would both have to be killed. Chase had worked too hard for where he was now just to be destroyed be a freak and a worm.
Chase stood scanning the horizon from the top of Mt. Everest looking for the blue orb that would encase Jack's body while his mind was training. They wouldn't be able to get him out but they might be able to coax him out on his own. If he even wants to leave.
Then they would have to betray him one more time to make sure he didn't rise up and kill them all. Js would have to be destroyed. This was simple. But Chase still felt bad about what a waste that would be. That living porcelain doll. Gone from the world before Chase could have possessed it.
Chase supposed it was the dragon in him that needed to possess what no other could. Jack Spicer was a rare beauty. Some one that Chase could not help wanting to possess. The living doll; sensitive and delicate with looks that normal humans could never have. But as things stood now' Jack was a threat. A treasure that must be let go.
A shame really.
The cellular device that Kimiko had given to Chase to keep in contact on their search buzzed at his hip.
"This had better be important." Chase said when he answered the phone.
"It is. I found him." Wuya said simply.
"Where?" Chase asked
"A small cave near the top of Mt. Kilimanjaro." She replied.
"I'm there." Chase replied and in a flash he was gone.
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Omi was worried for Jack Spicer. Unlike himself, who was all together magnificent, Jack was weak and not suited for brutal training and combat. Despite Jack's abrupt leaving Omi still felt that Jack was his friend and potential ally. Well if they could get him to renounce his evil ways.
Omi could see it now. Jack and Omi side by side fighting the forces of evil. Under Omi's tutorage Jack could not fail. He and Jack would most definitely become like two insects in a carpet.
When Omi shared his feelings with his friends, while they did not believe that he and Jack would become friends (and Clay also informed him that it was two bugs in a rug, which made no sense at all.) they did admit that they all feared for Jack. He had always been so weak and full of so much false bravado. Jack couldn't last two rounds with Dojo. If they didn't find him quickly then what ever force he was trapped with would most likely rip him to shreds.
A force that had everyone 1500 years old or older scared saliva less and had Master Fung up the ante from the generic ten thousand years of darkness to an eternity with no hope of ever seeing the sun again.
Their only hope lie in getting Jack Spicer safely away from…where ever it is that he was. Kimiko got a call from Wuya saying that she had found Jack. So they left the Rocky mountain range that they had been searching and ran to her aid. Omi ran to find Jack. Because Jack was his friend. Whether Jack knew it or not, Jack Spicer was Omi's friend.
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Wuya was so close to tears as she stared at Jack. Jack who was incased in a translucent dark blue orb. Jack who was pretty much comatose judging for the little reaction she got as she called out his name. Once he did crack open his lids just for a bit to glance at her. But when he opened his eyes instead of his familiar red irises surrounded by the whites of his eyes, she saw nothing but a glowing blue. He had been taken over.
She sighed and placed her hand on the orb. Wuya received a mild electric shock but it wasn't enough to stop her from trying to get closer to Jack. Poor Jack. Jack who tried to be the best even though it was futile. She blamed herself for the state Jack was in now. While it was true that she wasn't the nicest person to Jack, she did care for him. He was a bright new evil in the world. One that she had constantly beaten down so he would focus on her own selfish goal.
Her goals, her wants, her needs, they all pushed her farther and farther from Jack. Jack who just wanted to learn. Well now he had a teacher that would do the exact same thing. Only Jignesh would hide it much better. As if Wuya even tried to hide it at all.
Wuya cared for Jack. Not in a romantic way though. More in a familial way. Like a cousin, or a son. No not a son, a god son. He wasn't hers, and loving him took a bit of time but she did. She loved him like he was her god son. And now she couldn't do anything to help him. The boy was gone. Too far gone to be reached.
She heard Chase touch down next to her. "It's my fault. He trusted and cared for me, and I treated him like dirt. Like he didn't matter. And now he's gone." She said never taking her eyes off of Jack.
"There's no time to get all sentimental on me now woman. And he's not gone. We can get him out. This is not just for Jack. We must focus on saving ourselves as well." Chase said with no sympathy in his voice.
"That's what got him in this mess in this mess in the first place. Us only caring about ourselves and not how this would affect anyone else. He didn't even know how much I loved him. I treated him so badly." Wuya said pensively
Chase snickered and replied "At times like this I remember how weak you truly are. You and Jack had an obvious love hate relationship and all this drivel that you're spitting out about love is because you fear his demise under Jignesh's hands. If he were awake and talking all this love of yours would fly out of the window as he began to grate on your nerves."
Wuya rolled her eyes and said "You are probably right."
"Of course I am right. Now do try and fix up that Halloween mask that you call a face into something presentable before the monks get here." Chase said
Wuya nodded absently her mind not really registering the insult. Then she whipped around and shouted indigently at Chase about his nerve. But he had gotten her mind off of poor Jack. Her not quite son. Her God son. The boy she had gotten trapped in this horrid world and was going to do her best to get him out of it again. Her god son. Her Jack.
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So that's Chapter number three and thanks for reading. I've got my peppermint tea and I'm ready to upload. It might not have come this soon If I didn't get sick and was so bored that all I could think to do was up date this. Since ya'll seem ta like it so much. Wuya and Jack were my favorites to write for but I think that's just cause there so OOC. *sigh* Ah well, que sera sera as they say.
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