The Dragon of Time: C-1

Uhm....I wrote this all before I left, but never actually published it...meh  This is prolly be a VERY short story...WHOOT   OH, and I’ve no idea about the title, so I just uh...drew things out of a hat so to speak.

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The Dragon of Time</i>

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Jack Spicer.

A lovely young man who happened to be very, very disturbed in the head. He was also a bit insane but we needn’t go into that at the moment. It’s already hard enough to tell this kind of a story without the help of such trivial things like insanity.

Jake Spicer is also my child hood friend. Well, more like I’m the daughter of a maid in his old household so I played with him when we were both younger. He then started to become stranger and stranger with odd ideas of taking over the world started to dominate his conversation. He wore black clothing and even makeup  I never thought he could do anything else to surprise me.

Now, I’m pretty sure that the world has just turned upside down.

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“JAAAA~AAAACK ” The slightly whiny but completely annoying voice screeched out.

“What IS it Wuya?  I’m TRYING to work on my JACK-BOTS ” Jack yelled back to the ghost like witch. He was currently wearing his red undershirt and normal black pants. He was missing his trenchcoat, boots, socks, and even the back pack containing the helecopter like blades. Covered in random spots of grease and grim it was obvious that Jack was working on his ‘bots but it wasn’t like Wuya cared enough to check anyway.

“You have a VISITOR  If you would turn down that RACKET you would have heard the doorbell you IMBECILE ” The octopus look alike spat nastily to the other.

“Yah, yah...” Jack frowned angrily and wiped his hands across the rag he’d shoved in one of his belt loops.

Making sure to wipe the sweat from his forehead, he also lifted the swirled goggles to his hair line where they usually where any ways.

“Who’s here?” Jack grumpily called out and rested a hand on his hip waiting for the caller to reveal themselves.

“Do not insult me by being so callous.” the imfamous Chase Young sneered.

He was here to see what the lowly Jack Spicer was trying to do. He was uncomfortably bored in his own home so he came to see the younger male instead. Jack had been fawning over him for a little over two years now, so it was no surprise that Jack was no used to seeing the other’s face and wouldn’t scream.

That is, he wouldn’t on a normal occasion. Chase Young had never visited him before in his own home so it was quite an honor for the dragonic male to set a foot inside of the younger male’s lair.

“Chase? What are YOU doing here? ” Jack all but squeaked out in surprise.

“I do not answer to you.” was Chase’s way of saying he was bored. Although, since Jack worshiped the very ground that Chase deemed to have breathed on it was unlikely that the red-head would have caught what Chase’s last sentance really meant.

“Well, sit down  I’ll get you some pop  Or do you want tea?” Jack asked and pushed a grungy, ripped chair to his idol. The other stared down at the other as if he were stupid.

“Get me Champagne.” Chase replied in a bored tone while leaning against Jack’s ‘evil-take-over-the-world-‘ table top. It contained his large map of the world and many post-it’s filled with half baked plans to take over the world.

“I don’t have any of that  It’s all upstairs ” Jack said unhappily and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn’t want to have to go see his parents if it was the last day of his life. He’d rather stab himself with burning scissors than have his one idol, Chase meet his parents.

“Then go upstairs and fetch me some.” Chase said, glaring at the smaller male.

“Chase, you don’t understand  My parents-“ Jack started out, trying not to sound as disgustingly young as he felt.

“Your parents? You still live with them ?” Chase asked unbelievingly.

“Yes  I’m only seventeen  I have to live with them for another year ” Jack said unhappily and dropped his forehead into his hands. It was just tearing apart his pride for his one role model to find all this out. Why had the other come into his home anyway ?

“...hn...” Chase grunted out and searched for the stairs with his eyes.

Upon finding them, he gestured to Jack Spicer and started to climb the wooden steps. Coming to the door, he shoved it open to find himself in a well decorated hallway. The door was almost invisible to that of the untrained eye so that none would walk into Jack’s lair thinking it was a bathroom or some other room.

“...” Chase stared and looked around the hallway. He began his trek to the kitchen with a moaning and very embarrassed Jack behind him.

“I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAY  WE WILL NOT SEND JACKY OUT TO BOOT CAMP  It’s his HOBBY to say he’s going to take over the world  WE WON’T DO IT ” A very loud and slightly nasally voice screeched out.

Chase scowled unhappily as his ears were attacked by the unpleasant sound.

“You don’t see it Cheryl  He’s CRAZY  He needs some people his own age  For all we know about that boy is that he could be gay, doing drugs, partying all the time, or even actually trying to take over the world  It’s time to step in and do something ” another voice came. This male voice was slightly less annoying but just as horrific due to the gravely nature it carried.

“Mom? Dad?” Jack asked in a lethargic way as he entered the living room.

Chase looked about in interest. It was completely covered in reds and maroons of all hues and colours. He could see that the couches and chairs were splendidly furnished with quilts and blankets of expensive taste. The entire home of Jack Spicer screamed ‘wealth’ to him. So this is where he got to be so spoiled.

“Oh, Jacky  There you are  Your father and I were just talking about you ” Cheryl, Jack’s mom cried out in a disgustingly fake voice.

The woman was just over forty but seemed to be trying to look thirty or so. Her hair was starting to streak gray but was cut in an old fashioned bob. The brunette was also hinted off with a stylish tan skirt suit that was doused with a disgustingly fruity scent. Jack’s father was dressed in a simplistic black and white tuxedo but his hair was almost completely white. The man’s age was that of fifty-two and his name was Charles.

“Oh? I couldn’t hear.” The lie spilt from Jack’s lips in a naturalized and fluent way that spoke of how much he had to cover up his falsity.

“Well, that’s alright Jacky  Who’s your friend?” Cheryl seemed to bounce in excitement that her adorable son seemed to have a friend  Granted, the other male was much older and a lot more foreboding than she would have liked but it was start

“He’s not my friend. He’s my idol.” Jack complained under his breathe just taking in his mother’s perkiness. It drained him badly to try and stay around such strangers that he was forced to call his parents.

“What was that Jacky? Oh, never mind  Would your friend like to stay for dinner?” Cheryl gleefully stepped in Chase’s direction to ask the other for his company for dinner.

“Uh mom? I don’t think that-“ Jack started out but was cut off by Chase’s hand.
“I will stay but I expect to be served wine and food befit of a god.” Chase said monotonously.

“Oh? Are you old enough for alcohol?” Cheryl asked, peering at the obviously older male. Chase stared in a way that seemed to be an adequate answer for her.

~*~

“So, what’s your name ” Cheryl tried to get Chase to speak for the seventh time that evening. The dragonic male stared up from his steak with a look of pure acid.

“My name is Chase Young.” He spat out, his eyes narrowing in hatred.

Now he could see why Spicer hadn’t wanted to come upstairs. He could also see that Jack was relatively normal compared to these freaks. He’d thought that the other was a pain in the ass but compared to his mother, Chase was about to puke from all the meaningless involvements.

“Chase Young? Like that legend that could turn into a snake?” Charles asked in interest, downing his lobster in a most disgusting matter.

“A dragon.” Jack intervened.

“What was that?” Charles frowned at being interrupted.

“Chase Young can turn into a dragon Dad.” Jack said, poking at his salad.

“Whatever, So your parents were really into that legend?” Charles grinned winningly at Chase.

“...” Chase just ignored the man.

Looking over, he caught Jack sighing unhappily. His parents had forced him to change clothes before dinner and not to wear his normal jacket. He was currently dressed in a simple black T-shirt with the words, “I put the word laughter in slaughter,” He was also wearing a pair of over large blue jeans with a chain connecting his wallet to his front pocket. His feet were still bear and a sweat band was pushed up his arm. His goggles were forcefully taken from him so his hair dangle lifelessly in front of his face.

Chase looked back to the parents that were still trying to engage him in conversation. So this was why Jack never evolved beyond his ‘barely evil’ stage. His parents were holding him back as well as trapping him in a world of psychological horror.

“He will now be living with me to continue his education.” Chase spoke softly, in return halting the parents in their tracks.

“Wh-What?” Cheryl tried to backtrack to make sense of the low words.

“He has been training beneath me but he is at the stage where he needs absolute concentration. He will be living with me from now on.” Chase said in a tone of voice that would not allow argument.

“But he-“ Charles tried to start but Cheryl shushed him speedily.

“If you think that is best...but we had no idea he was training for anything ” the mother said with an unreadable expression.

“It is none of your business. It is still not something you are to know about. Good evening.” Chase downed the last of his vintage wine and pulled Jack from his seat.

“Hey ” Spicer tried to retaliate but was only dragged back down to his lab.

“Take what you can carry and follow me. You will be given what else you need at my home.” Chase said in a collected way.

“But? You can’t expect me to up and move just after a moment’s notice? ” Jack tried to gather his many tool kits.

“I can, and I do. Unless you don’t wish to become my apprentice?” Chase asked, knowing that this would motivate his newest student.

“Really ? You’re going to teach me ?” Jack crowed out in joy. This was the day he’d been waiting for all his life

“Thank you so much Chase  I won’t let you down ” Jack spurred it into high gear as he stuffed wrenches and clothing into his pockets and the one duffle bag he had. Grabbing his Shen-Gon-Wu, Jack eyed The Monkey Staff appriciately. It was his favorite of all that he’d collected or lost.

“Jack ? What are you doing? ” A gravely female voice shouted out and the other flinched.

“Wuya? Oh  I almost forgot about you ” Jack said laughing as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Forgot?  How can you forget about the person that finds your Shen-Gon-Wu? ” She screeched again, waving around her tentacle like hands.

“Well, today’s been really busy  We’re moving to Chase’s castle ” Jack replied happily and thrust out his chest to show his pride.

“What? Why?” Wuya looked over to Chase disbelievingly. Why would that man with so much power wish to take in such a disgusting weakling like Jack?

“I dunno  But he said he’s gunna teach me ” Jack said happily and picked his stuff up once more.

“We are still searching for Shen-Gon-Wu though...” Wuya floated over to Chase and examined him as if he weren’t actually living.

“Yah, Yah...but this is my IDOL  I get to live with him and he’s going to train me  I don’t care what you say but I’m going ” Jack gladly pipped up.

“As long as we continue our quest for the Wu, I don’t care were we live. I don’t actually do any living...” Wuya gave a sigh and settled herself behind Jack. He was an idiot but he could be controlled. It was best if she went along with whatever madness the dragon was cooking up.

“Let’s go. I’m sick of waiting.” Chase said in an almost bored tone.

“Alright   ” Jack thrust a fist into the air and smiled in a way that Chase never thought he’d see in person. Happiness. It was kind of disgusting actually.