He walked the empty halls and broken walls of the fortress with a non to pleased look plastered on his face. His eyes darted at each new flickering light as they blasted a glow of green at him. They caused him to almost flinch as old memories played back.
A reassuring pat on the shoulder was enough to keep him focused on the task. A new long string of words that erupted into the stagnant air helped too.
"I swear, sometimes Torn just pisses me off!" Daxter grumbled with a trimble of his small body. The ottsel scratched at his fuzzy, orange ear absently. His blue eyes copied Jak's as they too darted from side to side, periodically chancing a glance at Jak.
"Go to the fortress', he said. 'There's something screwy', he said. I'd like to put something screwy up his.."
"Shhh!"
Daxter fell silent at Jaks request. His eyes followed his friends direction and he ohed.
Before them was the door to the testing area.
Jak gulped and reached to shove the door over. His whole body was resemblance to a spring that very much wanted to get loose. He was holding a breath at the scene he was about to see. Soon, he just closed his eyes.
The door opened with a mechanical whoosh and the putrid, dark eco smelling air soon surrounded him. The felling of bile climbing up his throat caused Jak to gag. It was too much, even after nine years, too much!
Daxter looked over the room as well and gulped before taking the plunge. He hopped off of Jaks broad but slightly trembling shoulders and took the first steps into the slowly brightening room.
His eyes wandered over the cells first. They were all copied to the exact, finished with scratches that still gleamed against the green glow. Some showed more wear than the others. This was evidence to the favorites amongst the 'test subjects'. One was completely shiny. It belonged to the utmost favorite.
Jak.
Daxter gulped and looked up at his friend as he joined him. Jak's usually tan face was now white and splotchy. His sky blue eye's looked in one direction. His large hands were tightly wrapped around his gun at the gun was practically hugged to his chest. His green blond hair, which was usually so well kept in its alternating brades that varied in shape and size, was in complete disarray from all the times he ran his fingers through it
Daxter took his eyes away from his friend to settle them on the thing that caused nightmares today.
It was the chair and it was, for lack of a better word, smooshed. The huge machine that had the reservoir of dark eco had simply fallen from its place. There were small dents in the mettle and a few gashes that expelled vary small streams of dark eco into the fathoms below.
"Jak?"
The man flinched at Daxter's voice. When he sent the ottsel a half hearted glare, he found a hopefully reassuring smile directed back at him.
"Maybe we should do what we were asked to do and get it over with. I have to give mister eats nails for breakfast a stern talking to."
Jak nodded as a small smile replaced the glare. He then lifted his gun from his chest and brandished it before him. It along with Daxter was able to set him on his mission.
He searched the area, going from cell to cell with his gun held to shoot. His body now tightened as it readied itself for a fight if any kind.
Then a blur or white flashed in the corner of his peripheral vision.
His head whipped to the right. "Did you see that?"
"No, what? What is it. Jak, we should leave, NOW!"
Daxter was ignored as Jak made a beeline for where the white flash had gone.
He was about to point the gun at whatever chose to call this room it's home when his whole body locked and the bile chose to make a comeback.
Before them was a creature that was somewhat shaped like a child. Its skin was white with violet blotches, its hair the color of bone. One horn adorned its head while the other looked like someone had tried to chop it off. Its body had a slight angle in it that wasn't suppose to be there, like an animal with its back arched up, and its left leg looked to be slightly shorter than its right. Its right arm was completely off, shriveled up to a small nub with a sharp fingernail.
The only things that were normal were its right leg, its left arm and claw covered hand, and its head which sported black eyes that looked like Dark's. They held a warning in them, stay away.
Jak herd Daxter's gulp beside his leg and he echoed the action. He flinched again when his comm. went off, Torn's voice blasting through the speakers.
"Well, did you find out the problem yet?"
To this new noise, the creature yowled and hissed. Jak was quick to grab the comm. and shut it off. He placed in on the floor along with his gun.
"What the hell Jak," Daxter whispered in panic as Jak lowered himself to his knees. "You trying to get us killed!"
Jak shook his head and sent a pointed glance at the creature. Daxter, being able to speak 'Jaknese' as he called it, figured out his plan and lamented with a sigh. He laid down on his belly and tried to appear as small as possible.
The creature stopped its hissing but started to growled instead. Its back arched even more as it tried to appear bigger in contrast to Daxter.
Jak took it one step further. He picked a knife from a sheath tied to his waist and brought it up to his palm. He then pressed it and drug it across his skin until a small pool of blood was gathered in his hands. Despite the light eco in his system, his blood was still a violet color.
The creature stopped growing too and raised its head up. Its small nose scrunched up at the scent of dark eco and soon it was intrigued. Slowly, it inched forward with its eyes on Jak as though he'd suddenly move to cause it harm.
When it reached his hand, it brought up its own good one and placed its clawed pointer finger into the brimming blood. It retracted its finger and smoothed the blood between its finger and thumb. It then licked the blood off of its thumb. It placed its finger back into the blood and looked at Jak as it seemed to fumble its lips.
"Hhhhhhuuuu hurrrr, hurrrssss. Hurss."
"Hurt." He offered. The creature nodded.
Jak let his fingers spread and the blood fell away into a puddle on the floor. The cut was now gone and replaced by new flesh. The creature blinked at this and ran its finger over the flesh in awe.
"Not hurt." Jak whispered. He then placed his hand, the one not covered in blood, on his chest. "Jak."
The creature's eyes scrunched up and copied the action. This lead Jak to see that it was wearing a black shirt that appeared to be much too big. It also had a collar around its neck that had 'DB208' printed on the side.
"Jak." He repeated, patting his chest.
The creature's eyes widened and pointed at him. "Jak." It patted it own chest in understanding. "Mmayit." (May-ee)
Jak nodded with a small smile. He then pointed at Daxter. "Daxter."
It, or Mmayit, smiled too. It seemed odd to look at with its large fangs, extremely pale face and black eyes, but it still seemed to brighten them up.
"Da-da-Daster!"
A smile from Daxter was her reward and, even though it was strained and his fur was fluffed up, he slowly pushed himself from the ground and took several steps closer. Mmayit did notice this. Its ears twitched in discomfort and it shrank away slightly but altogether stayed in it's spot.
Jak gained its attention again when he said another word while pointing at himself and Daxter.
"Boy," He said. "Boy."
Mmayit got what he was saying faster and patted there chest. "Girl!"
It was now the moment of truth. Jak started to reach out to the girl. She watched his unbloodied hand in its journey. When one finger brushed her skin ever so slightly, she hissed and took a few steps back.
Jak also pulled away but then reached out again. This time, he was successful in his endeavors and placed a hand on her left arm. Mayyit shivered at the new warm contact and made a whimpering sound, but did not pull away. So Jak went further and moved his hand from her shoulder to her back.
Her back was also different. It was not smooth under the shirt but very bumpy from ridges that poked from her spine. If he pressed against the cloth, he could feel small spikes poke through. The ribs were also vary noticeable, sticking out so shockingly that they could be felt through the thick material.
Mmayit stayed completely still as his hand went further down and slammed her eyes shut when he got to the end of the small of her back.
Jak hooked his fingers slightly and started to drag her closer. When he was sure that she wasn't going to claw at him or try to run, he quickly pulled her into his arms and against his chest in an odd hug.
"Safe."
Mmayit was stiff for a while but slowly melted into his arms and hid her face into his neck.
"Soooo," Daxter said finally. He was at his full two feet, ten inches height with a vary broad and slightly winded smile on his face. "Can we go now?"
Jak chuckled at his friend, location all but forgotten, and stood with Mmayit still in his arms. The young girl wrapped her good arm around his neck for support.
"Sure. Torn's probably waiting for our report."
Daxter made a noise of annoyance and crawled up Jak's body to get to his perch. He sat down with a plop while being mindful of Mmayit's arm.
"Torn shmorn! Who cares about that blowhard. No, I just want to get out of here and I'm sure the kid does too. Wonder why she's hear in the first place?"
Jak nodded and turned to go out the way they had come. When Daxter complained, Jak reminded him if the addition by hefting Mmayit up a little. Taking her through warp ring would put them and anybody on the other end in danger.
When they got outside, Jak rubbed his hand on Mmayit's back ever so slightly. As they traveled through the fortress, she refused to remove her head from his neck and he was pretty sure that she had her eyes closed.
Mmayit pulled away and opened her eyes to squents. As she got use to the new light, her eyes widened. As her eyes widened, so did her mouth. He knew the feeling. After being stuck in a dark cell for two years, when he got outside to see that wonderful sun.
He could have died then and there.
It however, made him think. Has she ever seen the sun or any natural light for that matter. He had never seen a child so young in his days as a prisoner. Heck, the girl couldn't be anymore than eight, nine, ten?
Had she been in there her whole life? And if she had, who was taking care of her. She may be extremely skinny but, if someone hadn't been there, she would have more than likely died.
Jak pushed down the questions for later and stepped away from the place that made nightmares with one cradled in his arms. Right now, he had to get the child to someone who could help them understand.
That and he had a very likely vary pissed Torn to deal with.
Hello all
So, I'm not entirely sure if I'll actually continue this. It was a story that simply popped into my head and I had to get it down.
The reason I'm not sure is because of my other story and if I do continue it, it wouldn't be as often because its not first priority.
The reason I thought this idea up was because Jak literally cannot be the only person who survived this. I get why he did and how he did, but by how, he shouldn't be the only one.
Now, I don't want to make an oc that had been overused by throwing them in at Jak 2 to be tested on like Jak had. I wanted it to be slightly different and thought of Mmayit, whose name meen dead in Arabic. The DB208 stands for dark baby, a child born from a woman who was a part of the DWP.
So, tell me what you think. Is it ok, do you have critiques, should I continue?
