Author Notes: I've always wanted to write a fanfic of JCA. It has been my favorite cartoon over the years, when it hit me that this show was so badass not because of Jackie's own hand, but Jade Chan. Perhaps the most awesome girl that I've ever seen in a cartoon. She's carefree, adventurous, perky, without inhibitions and her only worries are her family and to have her own fun. But man when I watched Queen of the Shadowkhan I was hooked; it was my favorite episode of all times and I really thought that a continuation should be needed…just too bad that the writers didn't exploit a better intake on Jade as a Shadowkhan and here is where I come into play. Still, a warning needs to be said: it will be rated T for language, sexual references, teenage anguish and quite a bit of gory violence. Forgive any typos and grammar, English is my second language.

I also have to thank Eduard Kessel and the Project Dark Jade (PDJ for short) for inspiring me to keep writing on this. His constant support and straight answers have helped me to shape this story to life. And I am having lots of fun writing it. Enjoy it ladies and gents.

An special thanks for my wonderful beta reader Dark-Automaton, who has my most sincere thanks for this and the contribution of the cover image by the deviantart user name yondechan.

-Summary: Through the changing years, Jade is now a shadow of her former self. A victim of her frustrations and embodiments of anger; a dormant evil now lies awake within her, consuming and transforming her into the Queen of the Shadow Khan once again. The struggle between darkness and light just began. (Project Dark Jade)

-Disclaimer: Jackie Chan Adventures belongs to Warner Channel and John Rogers. And I gain no profit writing this.

The March of the Black Queen

Chapter 1

Of Old Wounds and Water.

The air was crisp with the light sun rays, which obliterated any chance at the cold air that howled out of it's own reach. In the segregated buildings, the city of San Francisco was already buzzing with activity. In that street there were more than a few that did not share other architectonic eclectic mix of Victorian and modern structure that littered entire blocks.

It was the center of San Francisco's Chinatown. The smell of spices and old oriental structures besieged several blocks in the city within the city. A cable car rattle followed the street, descending with the echoing of a bell through the narrowed street so characteristic of San Francisco, and a sight that the thousands of Chinese and other Asian descendants had come used to.

A narrow and penchant street ran down alongside several Chinese establishments; within the left corner of it was a very peculiar building that seemed to drawn attention to itself from the others. The three story tall building stood apart from the charismatically beautified Chinese architecture building with two separated towers and urban squeezed out pagoda atop.

The red tiles reorganized into the oriental architectonic curved upward, so recognizable while not knowing their true significance as a vanquisher and drive off evil spirits, who clearly after so many assaults and invasions to that unfortunate building, their occupants could call it a bluff. The ten foot long notice of "ANTIQUES" written in a simple yet clearly oriental font was enough to drawn the attention of potential customers who could take a different approach to enter the store.

Underneath was a simpler yet smaller notice board with the words 'Uncle Rare Finds', the word Rare could be an inducer of better income if the store wasn't closed at the moment. Overtaking the ornamental red window with a good display of products and a simple, purple, Chinese style umbrella covering the wall, was the entrance that clearly displayed a "closed" sign behind the ornamented auburn door square glass.

Inside the door, the whole shop was composed on seemingly infinite books, ordered in an obsessed alphabetic display on aged book shelves that had seen better days, with plenty of dusty antiquities lying in every corner. The second floor and the leading snail stairs, beautified with the same outside elements and a deep frosty red. At the rear back, bypassing the piles of books only illuminated by dim lights that flickered from age was another room, adjacent to the atrium.

The kitchen lacked of the Chinese indulgence, which was something out of the ordinary and only made it this way to reciprocate a more subtle way, courtesy of the other occupants. It was so different from the house and interior itself; it was decorated with square tiles of cyan blue, faded yellow cabinets and fitted with clearly recent equipment to make proper meals and not older technology, in this case a toaster and a microwave reciprocating the endeavor surroundings, much to the dismay and horror of one resident. The kitchen walls went by a soft yellow reproducing the exterior walls of the house. One individual particularly was preparing some tea humming a tone. The man being 8 foot tall and plump peeked over the other room adjacent to the kitchen.

The other room, joined only by the section in the wall was decorated more heavily by oriental designs and so many pictures.

Inside, sat two men stem the tide of the venerated silence, the only thing that broke the delicate silence was an elderly man slamming a white cup into a flowered adorned saucer.

"Jackie, more tea! Uncle needs his fix" Screamed the Asian elder.

The other man across the table rolled his eyes. "Uncle, the pot is right in front of you! And you drank the entire thing by yourself!" Retorted the man known as Jackie.

Uncle smiled sweetly before beckoning Jackie to come closer with a finger; Jackie unclear of what would transpire at that moment. A blur followed by a two fingered strike at the man forehead. Jackie groaned rubbing the offending spot with a groan.

"How do propose Uncle to relax accordingly at the afternoon! This old bones needs the calming essence of tea to survive! Do you want dead Uncle? No? Then bring more tea!" Yelled Uncle.

Jackie could only wince at the tone of voice, letting his pleasure wasted on an annoyed scowl plastered against his face. He did not plan to get such a greeting after having to get another trip courtesy of the San Francisco Historical Museum to retrieve another ancient artifact, to New Zealand no less.

Thankfully not attached to demons, ancient magic or worse, attached to sorcerers looking for that particular piece. And for many months he had been happy for actually doing his job and not getting his behind pounded by fighting evil, always with an empty stomach. Any displeasure he felt at the moment disappeared when the oversized man entered the small dining room, ducking his head under the doorway.

"Coming Sensei" Said the mountain of a man, holding a tray with steaming pot of tea, and three cups. He placed the cups calmly against the battle and poured a fresh dose of tea into Jackie's cup first and then Uncle's.

Jackie felt the scowl turn upward into a smile nodding in appreciation; the first of the morning as he calmly sipped the warm liquid and immediately all his worries and anxiousness disappeared. Uncle threw an evil eye at the giant of a man for serving tea to his nephew first, but did not say anything as he as well sipped his own drink that was poured gently by the giant.

"Thank you, Tohru" Uncle nodded eventually thankful, sighing contentedly. Then he blinked in confusion peeking towards the kitchen and then his gaze turned upwards.

"One more thing. Why niece not awake? Doesn't she know about the gathering today?"

Tohru gave Jackie a worried gaze placing the tray at the table. "She's spent Uncle, very tired from her science school project. I think she deserves her rightful rest" Jackie said with a thoughtful grin, then as an afterthought he checked his watch. "Then again, her rightful rest should have ended two hours ago. I will go to wake her up"

"Don't make a fuss of it! You always do! You know how she gets these days" Uncle smacked a chord to Jackie with a warning ear pull.

Jackie rubbed the second offending pain of the morning, whilst making his exit out of the kitchen; Uncle's stare parted with a shake of his head. Jackie sighed once he was at the shop entrance hall. With dismay he stopped at the stairs steps already bringing a hand to smack his forehead; he was entirely sure what would transpire the moment that door was open. His phone began to rang, he exhaled noisily placing his foot at the first step and eventually began his ascend even as he answered the phone call.

The one good thing that came with a Saturday was sleeping late. The soothing near self induced coma keeping you occupied from the horrors of the waiting for just that beautiful sound, that hellish bell signaling your freedom for another weekend free of school.

The San Franciscan sun started his journey from the peak of the buildings of the city; it had already risen over the skies for a couple of hours, and it was disappointed that it's magic failed to give the desired effect on all the inhabitants of the city.

Posing his attention on a cream two story building with pagoda red roof decorations, he noticed the unrest of one individual. Rubbing his rays with malevolence, he turned the temperature a little higher. Still the most wanted effect left an empty glare on his face.

The warm wind got into the coup d'etat starting to blow his deadly gust of wind from the light cream wood ajar windows, over the yellow tanned walls. He stopped just for a minute to annihilate a blond man poster, so fake with his cheapen shopped smile with a fart of airstream. The facade of a man's eyes widened from the smell, the top of the printed obscenity fell prone hugging the wall. The loss of glue from the old plastic tape screamed in protest and the whole thing came crashing down with a silent scream of panic.

The wind almost laughed with mad enjoyment and continued his trek over the room, towards a lone person in a wooden bed. The wind traveled upwards poking the person through the marine blue covers. The weight shifted to another angle with a profound grunt of protest, disclosing black disheveled hair hugged under the weight of the own lethargy laziness of that person underneath the covers.

The wind prepared for another kamikaze attack and dived for the kill. Any plans that the wind to unfold after were shattered when the door with blackened wood from so many years of shine-less neglect opened and the air that came with it howled. Trying helplessly, the other airstream tried to hold unto anything that just happened to be the unlucky poster sooner than his ass went flying through the window.

"Jade wake up! We are going to be late" An Americanized Chinese voice pierced the sacred serenity of the Saturday.

The alluded just groaned in response, turning sideways. The man that came to take the sleep of the girl in the bed threw his hands in annoyance and walked to her bed. Shaking his head with a disappointed frown, the man dressed on a black Henley shirt, white pants and shiny brown leather shoes; made his way towards the bed with an expression that could have rival an exasperated mandrill. He could just shake her awake but he elected to take the whole bed cover from the bed in a single motion from his hands. The now visible girl grunted in vexation covering her head with the pillow.

"Jackie, its Saturday" The girl known as Jade whined, her voice muffled from the pillow.

The man acknowledged as Jackie, pop across her bed and started to pull her feet with his right hand, having a difficult time putting Jade out of bed.

"Knock it off, let me sleep" She retorted irritably answering with the pull of her feet to the opposite direction.

Jackie's hand flew to pinch the bridge of his nose. "We are supposed to meet your parents for lunch! They didn't come all the way here from Hong Kong so you could stay in bed!"

"Jackie, that's uh in the afternoon, it's barely the nine of the morning" Answered Jade with another muffled yawn.

"Jade it's twelve o'clock! We just got one hour and a half! Take a bath, get dressed!"

Slowly at first, Jade removed the pillow and sat upright stroking her tired eyelids with her fists while yawning. Her brow tightened in a deep thought while ridiculously she stood there for things to make sense.

"Jade!" Wake up! Exclaimed Jackie snapping his finger on her direction with an anxious look at her failure to fully realize what was happening.

"Alright, alright!" She held up her hands in placating protest with the same anxious tone whereas she suddenly understood looking outside that the afternoon sun had long settle in. She let her head drop into her hands and groaned irritably at her laziness.

Jade looked at Jackie with groggy eyes, a tuft of her black hair sticking up from having been slept on the pillow the whole night and half of the day. She sleepily slid herself out of the bed and stumbled across the floor almost tripping her legs against the nightstand in a direct trip to the bathroom. If Jackie wasn't so upset and irritated at the moment, he would have deem that an overdue of cuteness.

Still clearly aggravated with the matter at hand, Jackie turned to the bathroom door. "Don't take too long Jade, Viper is going to pick us up in half an hour, and from her restless tone in the phone it appears there's plenty of traffic" All he received in answer was subdued tired mumble and the shower starting to pour water.

He stood there for a moment, drumming his fingers against the wood before finally turning to face the door.

"I'll be downstairs Jade, don't take long" He harked back her at last, and this time he didn't receive an answer. With another disillusioned shake of his head, Jackie simply stared at the empty space she had left behind. With a frown, he trudged out of the room closing the door behind him.

Jade stood against the door scratching her head for a few moments, cracking her neck she yawned while starting to remove her clothing. Her cream nightgown came down first; she sleepily slid down her pale green panties and kicked them to the corner prior to step into the bathtub sooner than grunting. Her short socks were still invading her feet.

A low moan and a face palm later, she grabbed both socks and threw them from the gap between the ceiling and the curtain; one of them landed inside the toilet, the other in the sink. She heaved a sigh groping the wall for both faucets twisting both of them to the left, water started to flow, that's when she heard the door of her room closing, but she rapidly dismissed the noise. The water roared with pressure hitting her skin like a million needles as she stood there with the water rinsing every inch on her undeveloped body, with another tired grumble she closed the bathtub purple curtain.

Years have not been kind to Jade; at fourteen years old, Jade's body hadn't developed much but her size reached now to Jackie's plexus. Yet her own hips only remind her of a carton of orange juice while her breasts hadn't advanced much from the size of half eaten peaches. There was simple no clue on it; why now touching her small mounts with both hands, why did she have so small boobs? The other girls were already expanding their bosoms, the eyes of the boys following every small bounce here and there; and she was clearly distressed and angry with her stupid body. Not that she felt envious from those airheads, no way!

And she had a toned body, her face wasn't splashed with pimples or zits and her legs weren't covered by unaesthetic hair like the other girls. Besides, having a bunch of pervs fluttering around her, with their smelly bodies and their hoarse voices, calling her names like "Melon Madness" or "Pizza face" wouldn't be a nice memory to remember when she'd grow up…at least it wouldn't be so painful like other things that have occurred in the not so distant past.

But what hurt her the most, was when her ex-friend Jimmy Riegel faintly baffled her when unexpectedly went absent from her company, later into full periods of hours and eventually days. He went to others over the motivation of his desire for acceptance using his new jog confidence that she had been administered by consent and friendship that only she had provided and he nourished from it. How the jackass reciprocated?

For two years she had been there for him, two fucking years hearing his bullshit about nobody understanding him, nobody caring at school. She protected him from everything; from the anguish of homework at her own misery, from people picking on him, defending him and roughed them up when nobody was watching.

Then he left her for a blond bimbo, while she stood agape; the only thanks he gave her, was a simple and apologetic smile devoid of a single word and a laugh; almost like if it gave him pleasure that he was breaking their friendship and her heart apart, flushing it down the toilet.

Jimmy had reneged his promise of friendship with maybe a chance to grow into something more. And she in turn had done something entirely unjustified and not in favor of Jackie's teachings; Jade, against all odds still memorized how good it felt.

In that day she was freed from the constant reproach, the same tireless routine of rules that have been keen on from everyone since the day she was born; from her parents, to teachers as well as certainly her family and friends. And for that single instant she felt truly free to do what she wanted; not what she was induced to belief. She had been freer than all of her adventures together, with the fervent desire to do it again. At that time Jade gazed at the ceiling feeling like doing it once more, she closed her eyes even as the water cascaded down her body.

She held that change so close to her heart and in that cold day on November's rain; she was finally liberated from the reproach of her existence…

…in blood and rainwater.

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Author Notes: Well here is the end of the first chapter. I'm going to have fun writing this while at the same not promising quick updates. I am at your debt if you clicked this story and I would like to hear what you have to say about it in a review. If so, thanks for it; for those who don't worry, then it is okay…just keep reading. Well goodbye then, I'll be seeing you all in the next chapter.

From Houston

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