Old Enemy, New Threat: Jack Spicer
OH YEAH! Chapter 2 BABY! I've never gotten this far before and again I thank Dragonbeach for giving me the motivation! I'm introducing one of my OCs in this chapter, her description is on deviantart, although it might not be completely accurate now, her name and background is the same. (I'm so proud of myself X3) Anyway, here ya go!
Chapter 2: A New Heylin (Four Years Later)
Chase Young paced back and forth in the Throne Room of his palace, contemplating the recent development in the Xiaolin-Heylin conflict. If he hadn't seen for himself the strange man's abilities, he'd never have believed it. He had appeared out of nowhere (and not the 'Nowhere' Chase was accustomed to), arriving with a bang, literally.
A new Shen Gong Wu had activated, it wasn't all that powerful but Chase was bored (he never thought he would miss the presence of his fanboy, Spicer) and itching for a fight, so he went off to participate in the Showdown that was sure to come. Well, he certainly got his fight. No sooner had he arrived when the Xiaolin Monks came flying in on their 1,500-year-old friend and transportation, Dojo. They seemed a bit surprised to see the immortal dragon, after all, the Phantom Eyeglass only allowed one to see any ghosts that might be hanging around, Chase had no need of it.
"Chase Young! What are you doing here?" The first to speak was Omi, still rather small, though he had grown a little. Chase gave his signature smirk.
"I was bored, thought I'd see if the circus was in town," he quipped. The monks didn't look happy.
"Hey, the only clown around here is Wuya!" Raimundo retorted. Wuya, who had arrived just in time to hear him, screeched in indignation. Chase just chuckled.
"Well, now that we're all here, whah don' we get this here rodeo started?" Clay said, he hadn't changed much either: still tall, blonde and very TEXAN.
Apparently, everyone agreed because they all went for the 'wu at once. That's when the world exploded. Monks and Heylin alike shielded themselves from the bright light and flying debris. When it was over, one person stood in the center of a small crater, holding the mystical object that they all sought. It wasn't anyone they knew, but Chase had to admit, the man knew how to make an entrance.
"Well, look at this... a monocle, how very quaint," the newcomer said quietly, just loud enough to hear. He was tall, lean and muscular and obviously male. That was all they could really tell since he wore ninja-like attire that covered every inch of him except for his eyes which were hidden behind a black visor of a sort. The suit itself looked to be made of some sort of lightweight, iridescent black material that none of them could identify. The man suddenly seemed to notice the warriors surrounding him.
"Oh, hey. This thing let's you see ghosts? Must be pretty awesome if all of you are scrambling for it. I must be pretty good at this since I got to it first..." he began, then he shocked them all by tossing the 'wu at them and saying, "Well, just wanted to see if it would work, you guys have fun now!" Then he just- disappeared.
Since that first incident, the stranger had been showing up and pretty much kicking ass in Showdowns, using incredible abilities flawlessly combined with a masterful mix of many martial arts. His abilities included invisibility, intangibility, defying gravity, flight; he even decimated a thick, stone wall with his -seemingly- bare hand. As much as Chace hated it, he found himself impressed. He hadn't fought the man personally; just watching the monks try desperately to beat him was entertainment enough. However, the warlord was considering engaging the stranger, to see how powerful he was. Perhaps in the next Showdown...
Chase stopped, he thought he'd heard something. He glanced up and stared. Well, think of the devil, he thought, it seems I needn't wait for the next Showdown.
Before Chase stood the black-clad warrior he had just been thinking about. Casually leaning against a pillar, the man stood with arms crossed, looking as cool as you please. You'd never think he had broken into the home of the most dangerous person, probably in the entire world.
"How did you get past my warriors?" Chase asked lightly, as if he were simply curious.
"That's for me to know and you to find out... maybe," the intruder answered cryptically. The elder of the two men frowned, he didn't like the smirk he heard in the other's voice. He easily kept his cool, however: quickly smoothing his frown with a smirk of his own.
"'Maybe'?" Chase asked, "What is the deciding factor in whether or not I know?"
"Ah ah! First things first, might as well do this formally right. After all, we are both adults here, right?" the man answered in a condescending tone and a wag of his long, black-gloved finger. Chase seriously considered throttling the other man, but the man continued speaking, cutting him off.
"Chase Young," his voice was strong and confident, "I challenge you to a Showdown, not a Xiaolin Showdown, mind you. No Shen Gong Wu, just what we've got. I'll even power down the armor function of my suit, if you do the same. And that 'deciding factor' you mentioned? Its whether or not you win. If I win, you take me as your apprentice and you find out how I got in here. If you win, I'll leave and you'll never see me again. How does that sound? Oh, and I know I can't defeat you, so if I last for ten minutes, I win. If you beat me within ten minutes, you win."
"So, either way, I lose something, eh? How very clever, and very evil." The older man answered. The stranger simply chuckled, low and dark.
"I'll take that as a compliment, so, you game?"
"Hmph, I look forward to defeating you, boy. You will regret challenging me."
a/n: CLIFFHANGER! i'm so evil... heh heh heh ;3