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Note: This is not based on any events that have happened so far in Jackie Chan Adventures, this is sort of my theory on how it could end and what effect it would have on the boys of the Dark Hand if they were arrested and sent to prison, a sort of "what if" story. It is mostly each of their thoughts on themselves and their backgrounds. Also, there is some talk in this story about violence, drug addiction, and sex particularly m/m. If you are against that sort of thing and wish to read anyway, don't say I didn't warn you. : D

I feel the walls close in around me, until all I can see is nothing but white. My head feels split into two, as I'm trying to fight the demon that once inhabited my body and for all I know still might be there.

I am in one corner of the room staring at the wall on the other side. They will no longer allow mirrors in my cell. Naturally, those fools are afraid I would use it as a weapon, but I'd prefer that anyway. I don't know who I would see in the reflection my face, or that damn demon! Chan got rid of him you idiot, I keep telling myself, Shendu is gone in that blasted demon portal. I should be grateful and thank Chan, but in the process of doing that he destroyed my empire, had me and my Enforcers arrested, and became one of the prime witnesses in our trial. I think that if I ever see him again, I shall kill him instead.

Images filter in my mind. Shendu is still a presence and I can still remember his memories. I see myself, or rather him, in China and using magic and ultimately getting banished in that statue form. I try to combat that with memories and facts about my own past, but it's harder. The more I try the more it hurts me.

I try to remember the facts about my life, Sebastian Valmont, the only child of wealthy miserably doting parents. I was always at the top of my classes, and didn't make too many friends mostly because I felt too advanced for them.

Even though my parents spoiled me, they couldn't stand each other. They never divorced, I suppose because they felt it was more fun to annoy each other. Quite often their spoiling of me, was a means for me to choose sides in their quarreling. At the height of their bickering, they sent me to America as a foreign exchange student. That's where I met Finn, Ratso, Chow, and Tohru from the future and told me I would be a criminal mastermind. I knew then that my destiny was laid out and I worked to achieve.

I graduated top honors from Oxford, the same year that my father shot my mother and her lover.
Insanity is inherited in my family. He had schizophrenia and believed that she was plotting against them, but then for all I know he could be right. She always did hate him. My father was institutionalized for the rest of his life. That was horrible for them, but good for me. I inherited their money and started my empire.

Mostly I used my resources to financially support such criminals as gangsters, terrorists, that sort of thing. It didn't matter, money was untraceable and I didn't have to get my hands dirty, but I knew I needed trusted allies, people who were good at what they did and were also blindly loyal, that's when I found my enforcers. They did the dirty work and for various reasons, were too loyal to turn against me. Well, I miscalculated with Tohru, but never mind. As too my personal life, well hardly any women or any men for that matter had resisted my advances. I took many lovers to bed, but I was indifferent to them as I was to everyone else. I took lovers to ease my sexual appetite.

For me things were going well, until I bought the day I bought that statue for my private collection and it began talking to me in that horrid voice, Shendu's voice. At first, I thought I was going mad like my father, but then I realized what power Shendu had. What a fool I was.
The experience led me to Chan and the searches for the talismans, and the demons. I suppose having Shendu in my body made me get careless and I was discovered.
Now, here I am in an asylum for the criminally insane, half mad.

In the wall across from me, I can see the demon's horrible face and red eyes glaring at me. I scream to get away from him. The last time I saw him, they had to pump me with a sedative. I think I need another one. Chan's uncle may have removed Shendu from my body, but he is still present in my mind. I think sometimes I still might be him.

Am I Valmont or Shendu?

I am no one.