"Hey kitty-man! Why'd you come get me, I thought you hated me! I kinda liked it better there anyway. Look what I learned!" Jack proceeded to demonstrate an amateur martial art position. Unfortunately, Jack had as much balance at four years old that he did when he did at seventeen- practically none. He wobbled quite a bit and Chase scoffed. "I do. You are as pathetically worthless now as you were one week ago," he growled.

He grabbed Jack's scalp and shoved him to the ground. On the way to the ground, Jack's monkey plushie was yanked from his hands, and Chase examined it for a split second. After that second, he ripped off the left arm and tossed it to his minions' cubs to play with. He tossed the rest of the monkey back to Jack's fallen form.

"Every time you infuriate me, the stuffed vermin loses a limb." Chase told him. Jack stared at him, horrified. "Francis?" he whispered. Fully expecting Jack to start screaming and crying, Chase was honestly surprised when little Jack glared at him. He stood up, fisted his hands and charged at Chase.

"You-you jerk!" He screamed, punching and kicked the overlord's legs. This of course affected Chase in no way whatsoever, other than making him a bit annoyed. He let Spicer go about doing this for a minute. Finally, he lifted his leg and kneed Jack to the ground.

"Shut up. It is a toy," he snarled. This only seemed to anger Jack further and he glared up at Chase from the ground. "Francis is not a toy! He's my friend! My bestest friend and you're hurting him! Stop it! Make him better!" he demanded, rubbing his eyes free of tears. Chase couldn't help but laugh in Jack's face. "You're 'bestest friend'? Hah! You're even more pathetic than I thought. To go as far as to befriend a stupid stuffed creature is ridiculous. Those stupid monks have rubbed off on you far too much," he took a breath. "I am going to make sure to rid you of those stupid silly thoughts of yours of playing with butterflies and drawing horrendous pictures of who you're fond of," he grabbed Jack by the arm and teleported them to a big park.

Jack seemed to have completely forgotten about the argument he and Chase had just had and hugged the newly crippled Francis monkey to his chest as he examined his surroundings. Jack loved the park. He started to run towards the swings when Chase prevented him from doing so by yanking on his hair. "No. We are not here to play. That butterfly, go catch it," he ordered, pointing at a fluttering insect nearby.

"Ok!" Jack yelled, sprinting towards the bug. Chase grew bored very quickly after ten minutes of watching the boy freak around trying to catch the butterfly. He rolled his eyes and with a wave of his hand he heard Jack suddenly yell, "I got it! I got it!"

There was nothing like a bit of magic to speed things up. "Yes, good. Now, kill it. Smash it, crush it, annihilate it, squash it, DESTROY IT!" Chase commanded, getting a bit too excited. Jack looked up at him and gave him a concerned look. "But, but-! But-"

"No buts! Kill it!" Chase yelled. Jack whined, closed his eyes tight and quietly apologized to 'Charlie' the butterfly before slowly crushing it to death. He whimpered when he heard the crunching noise and slowly looked up at Chase. The man gave him an evil grin. "Good. Slow and painful, just what 'Charlie' deserves," he chuckled darkly. Jack yelled in misery and immediately dropped to the ground and started clawing at the dirt to make a small hole for Charlie. "Don't. You. Dare. Drop it, now." Chase hissed.

Jack adamantly shook his head, proceeding to bury Charlie. Chase snarled at him and stole Francis from beside Jack where he had been dropped. This time Chase ripped off Francis' other arm. Jack loudly gasped. "Spicer. Unbury the insect, right now," Chase calmly said.

Jack nodded quickly and frantically unburied Charlie. Chase smiled. "Now, rip off his wings," he ordered. Jack gulped, but did so after Francis was again threatened to lose a limb. "And now all of it, in half," Jack did so with less hesitation this time. "Good, Spicer. Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Jack looked to the ground and slowly shook his head. "For being so cooperative, I will now give you a choice. You may either bury Charlie, or I can put one of his arms back on. You choose," he explained. After a couple of minutes and without looking up or verbally answering Chase, Jack slowly began burying Charlie again.

Chase let him do so, and once he was done he lifted the boy back onto his feet. "We're not done here. Follow me," he said. Jack slowly nodded, avoiding eye contact with Chase. "Alright," he said quietly.

Chase led him to a tree where a nest of bird's eggs lay on the ground. "Do you see this nest, Jack?" Chase asked him. "Yes," Jack replied, looking back at him warily. "Step on it. The whole thing. Crush the nest and the eggs, Jack. Smash them all," he said gently, combing a hand through Jack's hair. "Ok," Jack mumbled. "Do it quickly, Jack. Don't want them to suffer now, do we? Unlike our good friend Charlie, right?" Jack whimpered.

He slowly stepped towards the nest, but stopped again. Then, he ran towards it and jumped in the air, landing on the nest in one fell swoop. He continued stomping on it until the eggs were in itty-bitty pieces. Chase gave him a genuine smile. "Good job. But we still aren't done. I think one more will do the trick. Come, follow me, Jack," he said, ignoring Jack's hurt expression.

They walked over to the playground that was inhabited with several other little children, all around seven or eight years old. Chase gestured to one of them; a fat, bespectacled little thing with braces and braids. She was 'it' in a game of tag she was attempting to play with other little kids, and she was failing miserably. "Do you see her, Spicer?" he asked Jack, letting go of the gentle façade he had been using with him. Jack looked up at him and nodded. "Go bully her. Start a mob with all the other children to torture her. Not until she weeps but far past it," Chase gave him a shove in the girl's direction. "But that's real mean!" Jack yelled, looking at Chase incredulously. Chase just stared at him, and Jack turned back around.

He ran over to the other children yelling at them to join in the game. They all stopped what they were doing to stare at the white freak. "Why would we let someone… something like you join in our game! Plus… look at you! You're too little to play with the normal kids like us!" one yelled. Chase couldn't see him from this angle, but he knew that Jack looked absolutely offended.

He fisted his hands and glared at the boy who berated him. "I-I'm not a freak! The stork just made me special, in a good way! My momma says so! But look at her! She's real fat and she can't run! She'll never live to be forty, if she even makes it ta' thirty! She prob'ly already has Di'beat-ees anyways! She's real short and gots glasses! Look at them, they're sooo big! So are her feet, just like Sass-kwatch!" he screamed at all of them. "Look at how easy she is to push over!" he demonstrated this by sprinting up to her and harshly shoving her to the ground.

She began crying, and all the other children ran to her aid. "Hey! Don't say those things to her! That's not nice, and they're not true at all! You're the real outcast, being all pale and mean! You even gots red eyes, my daddy says to stay away from demons like you!" another little girl yelled at Jack. Jack growled at her and ran over to her. He jumped up onto her back and grabbed one of her pigtails, and yanked, trying to pull her down to the ground. But, unfortunately for him, he was much shorter, younger and weaker than even this seven-year old girl, and could not do it. Quickly realizing this, Jack glared at her and ran back over to Chase, where he hid behind him and stuck his tongue out at the group of children.

The first boy that had told him off yelled at Jack again, telling him to never come around there again. Jack looked up at Chase, who stood there with his arms crossed, looking back down at him nonchalantly. "Look, I did it!" Jack said, grinning from ear to ear. He seemed to have forgotten completely about his earlier endeavors. "You're finished?" Chase asked. Jack nodded. "Yeah, all done! I did good!" Chase nodded once, then grabbed Jack painfully by the arm and teleported them back to the lair.

As soon as they got there Jack began bouncing around. "Yay I'm awesome! Can we go get ice cream now?" he asked Chase. The other male just stared at him impassively. "No. Ice cream was never mentioned, and you will never get any. Ice cream is horrible and from now on your diet will include only things healthy for you." As he said this, he turned on one heel and began walking away.

"W-what? Why! Healthy things are so icky though!" Jack chased after him. "I said no. Even if ice cream were involved, you have not earned it-"

"But I did evr'ything you said ta' do!"

Chase stopped abruptly and glared coldly down at Jack. "No, you did not. I specifically said to have the other children turn on the victim, not go aid her, you imbecile!"

"But I got her ta' cry-NO, Francis!" Jack screamed, watching as Chase pulled out the monkey from a hidden pocket and ripped off a leg violently. He threw Francis to the floor roughly, and Jack dove to catch him. He fell short, and slid on his stomach up to him.

"Now leave me alone, I am going to meditate. If you interrupt me, the vermin shall be incinerated," Chase growled, again turning to leave. Jack stood slowly and hugged Francis to his chest, his head hanging. "Ok..." he left in the opposite direction to find something to amuse him.

A/N: Chapter 2! Eeee! Review. Thankies, much love bye!

Oh god, this is so much shorter than the previous chapter. I'm sorry guys, I just wanted to get rid of this D: bleeehh