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(Day 1 – 10:36 PM)

Jack's head fell against the train window, his eyelashes falling against his cheek bones, his mind collecting thoughts about the day. He had left in a rush, no explanations just a quick yelling match between himself, and nobody really, Chase more just stood and stared dumbfounded at the sudden outburst from the young boy. Jack was naturally obedient to individuals like Chase but this, this was unexpected. Quickly after he left his home, embarrassed, he decided that he hadn't much a clue as to what he was doing, but he was doing it. His feet didn't stop until he had a ticket in his hand and himself latched into a seat, he was being quite spontaneous that day which made him glad that it was almost over.

He didn't have much of a clue where the train was headed, probably a large city. He was dead broke, and didn't have a very keen sense of direction but he was so happy to be doing something new with life he could care less about the problems he would seemingly soon be suffering. After all, he could build up his power, work on his machinery, and soon become ruler of the world, like he had always wanted, correct? A few years had passed, his age was turning and soon he would no longer be known as a boy but more a grown man, legal to do (almost) anything he pleased. It sounded pretty good in the red head's mind, if only it was easier to get too but in no way did he expect an easy road there.

"Why is you goin' to the big city?"

Jack opened his eyes and looked over to the voice; a man, probably homeless was staring eye to eye with Jack, a questioning appearance dancing along his rugged features. Jack took in a deep breath; he really did blend in when there were a million other strange looking people around.

Jack ran a finger thoughtfully down his chin, "The big city?" He appeared slightly distressed, not really knowing where he was headed.

"Beijing?" the man replied shooting Jack a toothless smirk, "How old are ya? Not a run away are you?"

Jack sighed, he had heard all about the city but in no way did he know his way around it, "I'm eighteen," he said nodding, although that was partially a lie, he was only near eighteen, "And I'm not a run away…" Lie number two. He was a run away, sort of, he had ran away, but that was necessary, right?

The man nodded and spread his legs apart, resting one elbow and staring Jack up and down, "Eighteen you say… something about school I presume?"

Jack shook his head, sleep clawing at the back of his eyelids trying to get him to stop talking, "I'm going to find a job," He nodded along with his make believe story, "And find my parents, because we were separated. I just think I can have a better life there." He smiled wearily at his stupid response.

"Good luck!" the man spat, drops of spit falling on his discolored beard, "It's a big city, you ain't never been there, don't expect your all trip to be easy!"

Jack nodded his head; the man was realgreat at reassuring his helpless self. Turning back away from the guy who was now cursing to himself, he closed his eyes once more, expectant to sleep well but weirdly getting no sleep at all. The whole while he tried he felt as though somebody was watching him- probably the destitute man still sitting just inches away from Jack. The train wasn't dirty, but it wasn't expensive or classy either, more like a subway with padded seats, silver rails still in tact and large windows all around, pull down blinds to cover up the windows incase somebody is trying to sleep.

"Those blinds are pathetic…" Jack mumbled cracking open his left eye and glaring at the incoming sun and out at the passing world, grass, buildings, people, stores, advertisements, he was in pure awe all the way to the trains stop. It had been a rough night, he could feel the bulging circles underneath his eyes, the color much darker then his skin tone, making him appear as a drug addict or something much, much worse.

The back of his hair was all tangled up, his fingers tried to yank it out well he regained consciousness but he would need a serious brush for the mess. He could feel that the train had stopped moving, probably why he had completely woke up. Passengers just like Jack (well maybe not?) were gathering the belongings they had stored in overhead compartments. The man who had spoke with him last night was no longer there, Jack assumed he hadn't much to grab before he made his way off of the train. Standing up, he reached for his own things, a small bag, mostly filled with things from his work shop but of course a few clothing articles and a toothbrush. It was a hassle to step out onto ground, everyone and their cousins were lunging for the same door and Jack was at the end of the line, but oh did it feel good to have his feet on solid ground, stepped on by billions of people before him.

There wasn't much around, something that looked like a food shop, some scalpers bustling around selling tickets to some huge arena show that night, and some street shoppers and businessmen. Jack felt a bit misplaced since nothing but Chinese was being spoke around him, he knew his 'hello', 'where's the restroom', 'what's up', but could not speak the language fluently. In his pocket he had little to no money, but he knew what he would do with that little money. Find an airport, get a plane ticket, and head out to New York, Las Vegas, or some other big American city. It was much easier to find an airport while you were in an area where it would stand out a bit; but first he'd wait awhile and take in everything because who said that he couldn't enjoy himself before he jumped into anything too seriously? Probably Chase, Chase always liked to ruin Jack's fun.

A/N:

The first chapter was a bit boring,
sorry,
they'll get better once Jack gets somewhere permanently!
But I'd love to hear your thoughts!?!?

- rolliepollie44