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Regret (working title)	By : pinklemonade5678 Category: +S through Z > Xiaolin Showdown Views: 5289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Regret(working title)
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- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
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A/N: sorry the long wait and still no beta, I’ve already drawn a map at how the story will flow so that’s good news since the story WILL be finished and with the help of my friend hopefully soon (but I wouldn’t hold my breath).

Little Jack was on his hands and knees scrubbing a part of the extensive floor of one of the many hallways in the mansion. It had been a couple of months now since he was brought here.

He looked around and felt a shiver run up his spine, it was as if someone was watching him. He looked around the hallway, seeing no one. He just thought it was his imagination. The loneliness must be getting to him.

For the entire duration of his stay the only person he ever gets to see is Clay, and the big burly man doesn’t say much other than what his duties were but he could sense kindness in the man and would even check up on the kid from time to time.

He barely got any food but have plenty of water from the garden but that didn’t bother him much since he was used to not eating much even when he was still with his sister and he knew to save some food because it would usually be days before he got another batch.

He would wrap his blanket around the bread so that the mice would not be able to get at it in his room. His room wasn’t actually a room. It was more of a solitary confinement cell. It was underneath the mansion and its door was made of metal with a small flap underneath it. The room was bare. It consisted of some straws piled up together with a cloth on top of it and a small blanket was his only source of warmth against the cold dungeon air. There was a small barred window high enough to let him gaze at the moon but he was too short to reach it.

There was also the pillow that Clay gave him, it wasn’t much but Jack had been so grateful. The pillow was going to be thrown away and seeing Jack, Clay just threw the pillow at him saying that he didn’t care what the boy did with it. Jack beamed, no one other than his sister had given him anything and for that the child was thankful.

During the dark and lonely nights, he would sit at his room and play a soft tune with his flute. It was the only thing that made him feel hope. His only source of happiness in this desolate place, the only thing he could ever say he had was his music. It would always remind him of his sister and would bring a small smile on his face.

He went back to scrubbing the floor humming a small song, trying to lift up his spirit. He shivered once again. He was desperately trying to suppress the shivers that felt. Insisting that the loneliness was getting to him.

Unknown to him, amber eyes were indeed watching him the shadow, unseen because of dark magic. His eyes narrowed looking at the boy. He had always been watching the boy, observing his movements and activities everyday, he couldn’t help it. Everyday, he had to see the boy. The beast inside him would not have anything less.

He growled softly, he hated not being in control and this boy, this… slave, took it from him. It makes his blood boil think that this brat had some control over him, which he doesn’t! His pride insisted. No one angers Chase Young without expecting the consequences.

Jack was currently trying to remove a particularly hard trail stain near the wall when his head accidentally hit a podium and to his horror, it was knocked over crashing the vase that stood on top of it.

The poor boy was in a state of panic. He quickly took the pieces and his hand and tried to put it together. His body was shivering in fear; the baron was going to get angry.

Chase was brought out of his musing looking at the boy’s body and how graceful it looked even when just doing a simple chore when he heard a crash. He saw the body quivering. He could smell fear and he smirked. He moved out of the shadow making himself visible to the boy.

“What have you done now slave?” his voice deep and menacing.

The boy looked at his master fearfully. “I-I’m so-sorry M-Master, I w-w-was clean-cleaning and-”

Bam!

His vision darken when the baron backhanded him, making him slam against the wall.

“You Insolent brat! I asked a question and instead of answering you even Dare Make Excuses for Your Mistakes!” he bellowed

“N-No… I’ s-sorry Master,”

But he wasn’t able to finish as the baron gave one blow after another all over his body. The body that had captivated him only moments ago. When the boy was a quivering ball of mass, the baron sneered. Maybe now he would not think the boy’s body graceful anymore. Upon looking down at the boy the beast inside him was roaring, clawing it way. Chase had to brace himself at the onslaught but he was more powerful than the beast and kept it at bay. He will not lose his control. He turned around and walked back to his room to mediate leaving the boy injured in the hall.

Couple of moments later Clay was looking for the boy, Jack had not finished his chores in the kitchen. He was going to give the boy a scolding when he sees him. He turned into a corner then saw the boy on the floor in a heap of bloody mess. His sighed.

This was not a new scene in the mansion, he slowed down his walk and looked down at the child. He thought of leaving the boy there, compare to the injuries he had seen before it wasn’t that much and after a few hours the boy would be conscious and would be able to treat his own wounds. He would just normally leave the slaves as the master had left them.

He looked at the boy’s face, there was a trickle of blood on his mouth and Clay bent down to wipe it off. He sighed. Against his better judgment he took the boy and carried him to his ‘room’ and treated the wounds. After leaving a bread by the boy’s side he turned and left.

Freaku > thank you so much for the review and thanks for the advice. You make writing this worth while ^^
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