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Disaster Renewal

Jack fell back onto the limb, clutching at his chest. The arrow had buried itself deep into the spot where his heart was located. He stared at it in shock, wondering just how the hell he was still alive. Even though he could clearly see the red arrow was stuck in his heart he felt no pain. There was no blood or even a wound.

Kimiko and Raimundo climbed up onto the limb in front of him.

"Jack? Dude, are you alright?" Raimundo asked with genuine concern in his voice. Jack was surprised but chose to ignore it for the time being.

"Well, it didn't kill me so I'm fairly sure I'm okay." Jack responded with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the tense mood. Judging from the lack of teasing he realized that this was no laughing matter. Whatever that Wu did he knew it was bad.

A giggle from above behind caused the monks to turn. The woman from before was now near the mouth of the cave. Her features were clearly visible in the sunlight. Her hair color was revealed to be jet black as well as the form fitting dress she was wearing. What really unnerved the young teens were her eyes. Her eyes were completely white. Not even a pupil or an iris. Just two blank pale orbs staring right at them.

"You poor fool. Just because you are still alive does not mean you are 'okay'. You are most certainly far from it little Jackie." She hissed with that wide grin still plastered on her face. Jack trembled, feeling a sense of dread.

"Who are you?" Kimiko asked. She and Rai both took up fighting positions in case this woman tried anything. The woman threw her head back and laughed.

"Do you really think you pitiful mortals would be a match for me? I find this highly amusing. It matters not who I am; in time you will learn of and fear me. As for you my dear little Jackie, I shall wait for the day you realize your true potential." The woman threw the bow in their direction. Raimundo caught it before it could plunge to the ground. When Kimiko was about to demand for the woman to explain what she meant the woman was gone.

"Who was that chick?" Raimundo asked as he checked over the Shen-gong-wu they were searching for. Kimiko clenched her fists as she stared at the bow in distain. She felt a strong sense of anger towards that woman for using that Wu on Jack. Sure he was annoying but he didn't deserve that. No one deserves that…

"Kim?" Raimundo's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She almost forgot that he was waiting for an answer.

"I don't know Rai. We should ask Master Fung if he knows anything about who she-"A sudden scream of pain caused both to jump and turn back towards Jack.

Without either of them noticing the arrow in began to glow slightly and push its way farther into his chest. Jack watched with morbid fascination as it completely disappeared into his heart before a vision appeared in his head. For a brief moment he saw a little girl, who was no more than four, dressed in a beautiful yellow summer dress with curly red hair. Pain shot through his skull once the vision was gone. Jack clutched his head. WH-what? Why…?

"Oh man this is not good." Raimundo muttered. He helped the genius back down to the base of the tree with the power of his element. Kimiko followed right behind using her Wu. Once they were back on the ground Jack fell against the tree. Though the pain was becoming unbearable, Jack looked up at wind dragon. There was fear visible in his crimson eyes.

"W-what does the Wu do?" He demanded to know just what was going to happen to him.

"The Wu it… causes the person it's used on to…relive their worst memories." Kimiko said unsure of how Jack was going to react. To her dismay he began to tremble, his eyes grew wide in horror.

"N-n-no please, t-tell me your j-joking Kimiko. P-p-please say you're lying!" The vision of the little girl flashed inside his head again. His vision swam from the tears that fell from his eyes. Kimiko said something but her words were quiet. His vision faded into black as the memories pushed their way to the surface. He was no longer conscious to the outside world, but to the horror of his own mind.

Seven year old Jack Spicer was quite the special child. By the time he could talk his parents just knew he was special. He was able to do things and understand things that were not even possible for a child his age. To the world little Jackie was seen as a prodigy, a genius. Yet to four year old Molly Spicer he was seen as big brother.

Kimiko was calling out Jack's name as she shook him by the shoulders. His face had gone completely blank but his tears did not stop.

Molly meant the world to Jack. Her bright and happy smile was the one thing that lit up the world in his eyes. When she was just a baby she always wanted Jack's attention. Whenever he would leave the room she would continue to cry until he was back in her sights. Some older siblings would get tired of this at a point. Jack simply loved it. Someone, other than his parents, actually wanted him around. He promised himself that he would always be there for Molly. He would protect her no matter what.

If only fate hadn't been so cruel...

Jack hunched over, grasping his head in his hands once more. The word 'why' escaping from his lips over and over. Kimiko, which surprised her greatly, wanted to comfort the boy. She can't stand to watch anyone suffer, let alone one of her enemies.

Every time his parents brought them over for a family visit Jack has always been a target of bullying. His older cousins always try to cause harm to the small boy. He didn't know if they did this out of jealousy or just out of enjoyment. They would often make fun of him because of his looks. Since he was born with red hair, red eyes and pale white skin they thought it was great fun to refer to him as a demon. His cousins would use terms like 'devil child', 'demon boy', or, a personal favorite, 'monster'.

On one particular visit Jack decided to spend his time with his sister. He had hoped that if he was busy watching over his sister his cousins wouldn't bother him. For most of the day his plan had worked. He was having a great time kicking his sister's favorite ball toward her. Her favorite game was 'Kick and Chase', simply because Jack would kick the ball towards her and she would chase after it. Since they were out in the front yard, Jack made sure to toss the ball in the direction of the house instead of the near the road. There was not much toward their little game but she still enjoyed herself. If she was happy then Jack was happy as well. OF course, their fun was never meant to last.

Just when Jack was about to throw the ball, his cousins thought it was time to make their appearance. The three older boys grinned down at the two younger siblings. They all circled around the two, completely delighted at the sheer terror Jack was showing. Molly pulled on the sleeve of Jack's red t-shirt. She asked him why the other boys were acting like that but he smiled down at her. 'Everything will be alright,' was what he told her.

"Everything was supposed to be alright," Jack whispered as he curled into himself, "I told her everything would be aright…" Raimundo and Kimiko both looked at each other. Just who was 'her'?

Molly's ball was knocked out of Jack's hands as he was pushed to the ground by two of the boys. Molly cried and tried to pull one of them away from her brother. She pleaded for them to stop, for them to leave Jack alone. Her cries went unheard as Jack attempted to fight off the boys to the best of his abilities. Eventually the two had Jack pinned down to the ground. One boy had him by the arms while the other had him by the legs. Molly looked around for something, anything that she could use to help her brother.

That's when she noticed her favorite ball. Somehow the ball rolled all the way to the other side of the road. She smiled at the sight of it. None of the boys noticed as she ran as fast as she could to get her ball. Nor did they pay any attention to the front door slamming against the side of the house as people rushed through the door way.

"Why didn't she just go find Mom or Dad? Why didn't anyone try to help me when they attacked me like they did? Why!?"

Jack tried with all his might to fight the boys off of him after they had him pinned. Yet try as he might he wasn't going anywhere. The eldest of the three, most likely their ring leader, took a sharp, pointed rock from his pocket. He stooped down next to the defenseless child.

"Let us see if the demon boy bleeds the same way an actual human does, shall we?" Jack vigorously shook his head. With a new burst of energy Jack tried even harder to get away from his tormentors. The leader brought his arm up high above his head. As he was swinging his arm down to cut Jack across the arm, a ball flew out of nowhere and hit him in the side of his head. Molly had kicked the ball as hard as she could from across the road and actually hit him. Instead of cutting Jack's arm his hand moved and he cut Jack over his left eye. Jack shrieked loudly as the blood flew from the wound.

Jack placed a hand over his eye. He could still feel the scar that was left there on that very day. The main reason that he drew the infamous black curve under his eye was to cover part of that scar.

Before the elder boy could recover from the definite 'head shot' a girl, who was older than Jack by a couple years, tackled him to the ground. She punched the boy in the face over and over. She would not stand for the abuse he was putting Jack through. The other cousins saw that their leader was in trouble. They let go of Jack and tried to pull the girl away from the elder boy.

Jack rolled onto his front. With his left hand covering his eye he proceeded to push himself up on his hand and knees. The sound of his little sister's call caused him to look up. From across the road she wore a look of worry on her face. Despite the pain from his wound he grinned at the little girl, a signal that said that he was alright. She smiled and started to walk back across the road. Neither of them saw the red sports car speed around the curve until it was already coming upon Molly.

"Please no…not again…" Jack sobbed loudly.

Jack felt as if everything had slowed down when the car came into view. He held out his blood covered hand out towards the girl, as if he could just stretch his arm and pull her out of the way. He wanted run to her. He wanted to scream, to tell her to go back. The only thing he could do was watch helplessly as the front bumper of the car made contact with that sweet little girl.

"MOLLLY!" Jack screamed out to the heavens. His voice so full of remorse and guilt that even Raimundo felt Jack's pain in his heart. Something awful must had happened to this Molly for Jack to act like this. Kimiko pulled Jack close to her chest in hopes of relieving some of his agony. I can't take this… please just let this end!

Molly was rushed to the hospital in hopes that the doctors could do something. His mother's distraught voice was still ringing in his ears as and his parents were sitting in the waiting room. When the doctor came into the room he was so sure that everything was going to be okay. Molly was going to be fine and she would have a bright smile on her face at the sight of him coming to visit her in her hospital room. He just knew everything was fine.

"I'm sorry to tell you this Mr. and Mrs. Spicer but there was nothing we could do for your little girl. She had major internal bleeding and a cracked skull from the impact she made with the car. I'm afraid she has passed away."

Molly, his wonderful, kind hearted sister, was gone.

Jack never heard such an anguish filled wail pass his mother's lips let he did that day.

That very night Jack was sitting in his cold room. His eye had been bandaged up yet at this point he no longer cared about the wound. Molly was the light of his life. Without her, everything was now dark and empty. His mother had cried herself to sleep while his father broke out some of his hard liquor. He had sworn off drinking for the rest of his life after his children were born; though he didn't count on having one of his children die.

Jack stared off into space as he heard his dad wreck the mansion with his bare hands. Never before had he heard such language from his own father before. It was unsettling to hear such things yet Jack just couldn't bring himself to stop his father. He drew his legs to his chest and buried his face in his knees.

The funeral was too much for Jack to bear. Once he and his parents made it back home he ran straight into his room. He threw himself on his bed and cried. He continued to sob until he had cried himself to sleep.

"It's my entire fault." Jack whispered as his tears and eyeliner stained Kimiko's shirt. She was glad that her shirt was black so his make-up won't show. She ran a hand through his hair despite the gross hair gel he used. She tried to sooth him but she knew it was no use. Even though Raimundo knew Kimiko was just trying to help Jack he couldn't help but feel slightly jealous. The way she held the boy was as if she cared for the guy the same way Rai did for her.

"Jack, whatever happened was not your fault," She said in a soothing voice, "Please don't blame yourself for what has happened. You have done nothing wrong." She had hoped that some way she was getting through to him. If only a little lit. He turned his lifeless gaze up at her. She felt her heart break at the mere sight of the boy.

Without warning Jack pushed away from Kimiko. She was sent flying into Raimundo while Jack fell backwards into the trunk of the tree.

Jack was awakened to his father stumbling into his room; the man was completely wasted and extremely pissed. Before the sleepy little boy could comprehend that something was amiss his father threw him into the wall. Jack slammed into the wall of his room hard. He stared up at his parent in shock. Never had the man did anything like this before.

Jack spoke up to ask his father what it was that he done but was silenced by a slap to the face. Jack was stupefied. Why was his father hitting him? Where was Mother? Did she know that Father was hurting him?

"Please stop…"

"You let her die." Jack's heart stopped at the sound of his father's malicious voice. Father was punishing him for Molly's death. Jack said that it wasn't his fault. If his older cousins hadn't fought with him that day then Molly would have still been with them. This statement only earned him another slap.

"Please stop!" Kimiko slowly crawled over to the boy. She needed to help him somehow. She reached her hand out towards him, not paying much attention to the shadows around moving in such an abnormal way.

Jack's father grabbed him by the collar. He lifted him up so that the boy was now eye level with him. Jack could smell the whiskey on his father's breath. He was terrified to what his father was going to do. He was held in place against the wall as his father brought a broken glass bottle into view. Jack's eyes widened greatly at the mere sight of it.

"You let her die." Jack begged his father to stop. Tears cascaded down his face as his father prepared for the lethal strike he was about to deliver. At the very moment something deep inside of Jack snapped. A power that he knew nothing of was finally set free.

This chapter was a little difficult to write... Shoot me a review please.