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"No, I'll do anything! Just please don't kill me!" Jack shrieked his usual lung bursting cry, his hands thrown up in the air to protect his face. "Don't do me ugly!"
You let out a heavy sigh. "I feel sorry for you..." You looked down on the man with pity. For years you and the other Xiaolin monks had battled him, he never gave up in his quest to dominate the world, but as time went on there was no gap between victory any longer. Jack would turn up to the showdown looking ever more pathetic, at first you rolled your eyes and let him get on with it, but now... It actually hurt to see him so broken. You leaned down to his level, he flinched and moved back from you. "Really Jack? I'm not going to hurt you. How long have we known each other?" He gave you a worried glance and then relaxed. You released another sigh. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I want to help you."
"What! Why?" He exclaimed. "Like you're giving me counselling or something?" He cocked a thick eyebrow at you quizzically. You could imagine the weird scenario playing in his twisted mind.
"No, stupid, I wouldn't even want to pry into your physchological trauma. I'm going to train you. You're not even trying anymore Jack, there's no fun in that!" You regarded him now, standing back up to your full height. The Xiaolin dragon of Lightning.
"What the hell do you get out of this? Are you tricking me? I don't get why you, Miss Goody.Twoshoes would give me the time of day, let alone give me go-to advice on kicking your fellow warriors asses. What would they do if they found out you were helping me?" As usual, he spoke too much.
"That's for me to worry about. What I don't understand Spicer, is why you never bothered to learn how to fight in the first place, you've had plenty of time..." You pondered the statement and his worthiness of your training. You extended your arm out to him, he took it cautiously. For a pale, cold looking man, his hands were warm. He brushed himself off nonchalantly after quickly releasing your hand.
"Uhh, for that I need someone to, you know, teach me?" Jacks expression angered you, he was trying to belittle you when you were offering him an exit from his misery.
"Dear, with all that money you posses, I would have thought you would go to a club or something! It's amazing what the outside world offers..." He returned your annoyance with a look of his own.
"Yeah well, I had more important things to do, the times didn't suit me." He pouted.
"Do you want me to teach you, or not?"
"Yes!" He exclaimed, enthusiastically. "Definitely. I won't disappoint you!" God. He was so needy. How could this end well?
"Well, that remains to be seen, " you smirked at him. "Dawn, tomorrow. You'll meet me 3 miles south of the temple under the shade of the blossom trees. We need to keep this a secret."
"I knew you had a dark side!" Jack elbowed you playfully.
"Don't push it Spicer." You warned. He chuckled and activated his helipack. "I'll see you tomorrow, if you're late I will refuse to teach you, this is your only shot Jack. Don't screw up." He huffed at that remark and flew away, for once, in silence.
This was going to be interesting...