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The Price Of Pain
A Xiaolin Showdown Fan-fiction
Hinted slash pairing Jack/Chase
Don't like it, don't read it.
Eyes wide, teeth fully bared, the seething goth lunged.
Raimundo’s expression turned quickly from gloating, to surprise, to one of terror as one hundred twenty-five pounds of albino slammed him into the ground. He was suddenly aware of a shrill, piercing shriek and was embarrassed to admit that he couldn’t tell if it was from Kimiko or himself.
He saw stars, the thunderous pain in his head the only indication the Jack Spicer was hitting him.
It had happened so fast. Too fast. He raised his hands feebly to protect his face, but it couldn’t be stopped.
Three years of torment. Three years of insults. Three years of stewing, bottled fury had just been shaken and unleashed, spewing in every direction.
No...no, not every direction. Directed at him.
Because this time he'd gone too far. He'd added the last straw that broke Jack’s fragile psyche, and he was paying for it.
The albino had a strong hold of Raimundo’s hair and was smashing his head into the unforgiving earth over and over and over again.
He feared it would never stop; it certainly seemed like it wouldn’t.
But eventually, it did. His head still throbbed viciously, but the assault had stopped.
Through his one good eye, he could see Jack still trying to get at him. Coming back to reality in the space of an instant, he shrieked and lunged backwards, trying to get away before he realize that the rampant youth that'd been pummeling him into the dirt was being held back by a single arm.
Chase Young’s arm, to be precise.
Tears of anger trailed down Jack's cheeks; tears of frustration and humiliation. When the residual adrenaline finally left, the poor boy’s legs buckled completely and he sagged like a puppet, clinging helplessly to Chase's arm.
Raimundo tried once again to get up, but the world was spinning still. He flopped back to the ground but was caught, his head now resting on Kimiko’s breast.
“What the hell Spicer!” Kimiko cried. “Did you finally go crazy?!”
“You should count yourselves lucky.” Chase Young said with an uninterested look on his face.
“Lucky? He could have killed Rai!” she screeched.
“But he didn’t.” he let the information soak in “If it were you, or perhaps Omi he attacked, I don’t think you would have been as fortunate,”
Clay was still blushing from the accusation Raimundo had spat in Jacks face; even Omi knew to hide his face in shame. Kimiko was never that smart. She made to lunge at Chase but was stopped by Omi grabbing her sleeve. Little Omi shook his head and made a gesture towards Dojo. She scowled and backed off, albeit reluctantly.
Dojo magicked into his proper size and sped the monks off into the reddening horizon. Kimiko still giving Chase a vehement glower as she cradled Raimundo protectively in her arms. As soon as they were alone Chase removed his arm from the boy’s laxing grip.
“Get up Spicer.” Chase ordered.
Jack made to get up, failed, and finally, shakily made it to his feet.
“ -deserved it,” He mumbled something under his breath, knowing Chase would hear him anyway.
“Mind repeating that, Spicer?” Chase swung Jack around so fast his vision blurred.
“I said, he deserved it.” Jack repeated. He was blinking ferociously to keep stinging tears at bay, he tried standing erect, not wanting to bow in front of Chase. Not this time. It was too important this time. “Why did you stop me?”
A faint smile graced the Dragons lips for a brief moment before he slapped Jack across his face. Jack stood in stunned silence and reached gingerly to touch his cheek. No doubt is was already red, no doubt it would be bruised for quite some time afterwards.
“What would you have done, Spicer, if you had killed him like you were aiming to?”
Jack opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came. There was nothing to say.
“You aren’t ready to stain your hands with blood, Jack.”
Jack scoffed. “Why do you care? It would be my choice. My burden. I’m not a little kid anymore.”
“I see that.” Chase “But with some training, you might mature past this temperament problem.”
“Are you going to train me?” Jack had to ask, but he knew better than to get his hopes up. Ever.
Chase only looked up. Jack followed his gaze. The night was dark now. No moon to dampen the brilliant stars. The effect was calming.
“Blood, … can be very heavy.”
Jack looked to Chase, but he was already gone. He was left alone in the dark. Again.
 loser-by-choice · Mon Mar 21, 2011 @ 04:13am · 1 Comments |
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