Blah Blah Blah, You know the story….I own nothing…..fan-made….first fic…….R&R plz……On with the story!!!!
Jak was standing in the street, rain falling around him. Blood was pooling around his feet, dripping from his claws--wha? Claws? Curling black horns were protruding from his head, and his skin was deathly pale. Looking around, he saw he was outside of the Naughty Ottsel, but there was no traffic, no one walking around, nothing. A familiar voice snapped him out of his stupor. "Jak? Where are you?" Keira stepped timidly out of the bar and saw him. Her gasp of astonishment drove him over the edge, and with a snarl, Dark Jak lunged.
"Keira!" Jak sat up, gasping for breath. "Uhhh, you okay Jak?" Daxter's voice seemed so loud. "Uhhn, what?" Jak muttered. Daxter hopped up onto Jak's chest. "It's okay, it was just a nightmare." Daxter said. Jak frowned, and wiped the sleep from his eyes. Sitting up, he realized just how early it was. " 3:00?" He rolled over and covered his head with the pillow. "A.M!" Daxter said cheerfully. "Come on, it's time to get your royal butt in gear!" Jak didn't move an inch. " Fine, I can live with that, Your Majesty." Daxter dragged out the word, just to piss him off. "Don't call me that." Came Jak's muffled reply.
"Well, Your Highness, this has been REALLY fun, but, I gotta get to da Naughty Ottsel and take care of the early fucks before they jack everything. See ya Sleeping Beauty!" And Daxter walked out.
Jak reached down under the bed, fingers feeling around for one of the only things he had left from Sandover. He had found it in the ruins of Samos's hut in Dead Town, the small stack of pictures he had been saving even back then. He had stuck them in a small book and forgotten about them until now. There were only seven, and they had long since lost their color, but they were still the only thing he still had of home. His favorite was of a picnic they had had to celebrate his 12th birthday.
"Surprise, my boy!" Samos said happily, uncovering Jak's eyes. He looked around in mute wonder. Right in the center of the village, a huge blanket had been laid out. Food of every kind had been set out too, including a massive cake far too big for all of them. All the villagers were there, even the antsy mayor. Keira ran up to him, smiling. "Do you like it? It was Daxter and Daddy's idea." Jak nodded excitedly. " Don't be so modest, Keira, it was your idea too." Samos said cheerfully. "How about some cake?"
Daxter ran over. "Sure, Grandpa Green, but since it was my idea, I get the biggest piece. And MY definition of "biggest", not yours."
Jak's memory was cut short as his comm unit lit up and started buzzing. "Shit." he muttered as he tentatively hit the answer button. "WHAT THE HELL, JAK?!?!!" Torn roared. " I TOLD YOU I HAD ANOTHER MISSION FOR YOU, AND WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!! YOU WENT STRAIGHT FUCKING HOME AND SLEPT, DIDN'T YOU!??!?" Jak rolled his eyes. "Yes, Torn, actually, I did, because I, unlike you, can't go longer than 96 hour without sleep." Torn's holographic face turned red. "You and your RAT are going to be getting lots of sleep from now on, six feet under, if you don't get your squirrelly ass down here NOW!"
Jak groaned loudly, just to annoy Torn, and crawled out of bed. He pulled his usual blue tunic and eco ring on, and strapped on his gun, Jetboard, and signature goggles.
He stepped outside and got on his Zoomer Keira had made for him. "You can't just steal a Zoomer when you need it anymore, Jak, Ashlyn'll pitch a fit." Keira had said. "It's best if you just get one of your own." And he had. Well, she did. It was his 24th birthday present.
He drove much slower than usual to watch some Freedom League Guards working on rebuilding the Gardens section from the Metal Heads control. There were still some stray Metalpedes and KG Bots roaming the city, but not nearly as bad as before.
He walked quietly into the hideout, and found himself face-to-face with a severely pissed off Torn. "What the hell took you so long?" he snapped. "Doesn't matter." Jak snapped. "What do I have to shoot down, bring back, capture, or blow up?" Torn sneered. "Now is NOT the time for jokes! I just got a call from Sig! The Marauders are getting bolder and multiplying fast. He wants you to go with him and get rid of some. And another thing, Sig says some of his scouts have seen Desert Metal Heads out there. He also wants to pick off some of them, about twenty, he said." Jak's jaw dropped. "Twenty?!?!? How many Desert Metal Heads ARE there??!?!! ""That's for you to find out. Now, get OUTTA HERE!!!!" Torn yelled, pushing Jak out the door. (Entry of confusion: The missions are still getting handed out from the hideout in the Slums. Torn can't stand to leave the place for that big fancy HQ, so he bunks in the Hideout, and hands out missions to Jak. Duh ;)
Jak got on the Zoomer and drove to the Transport. He got off and knocked on the door of the tower next to it. "Axel! I need a favor!" He yelled. A small, silvery haired girl with orange eyes poked her head out the door. "Hey, Casey. Where's your brother?" Jak asked, picturing the burly Freedom League Guard in his head. " Umm, h-he, uh, isn't here. He h-had t-to g-g-go out, t-to the S-stadium." Casey's nervousness was clear. "Well, when he comes back, ask him if he could drive my Zoomer back to my place for me, will ya?" Casey nodded vigorously and disappeared, shutting the door firmly behind her.
The trip was relatively short, thanks to the upgrade Vin had provided. Jak didn't know what he expected to see when he stepped off the Transport, but it certainly wasn't this. Four large Desert Metal Heads were attacking all eight cars and all the people around them. He could see Sig up on the front lines. "Keep 'em back, cherries, we gotta hold on 'til Jak gets here!" he yelled. Jak ran forward, pulling his gun out and setting it to the Gyro Burster. The closest one turned, and charged at him. Sig's Peacemaker shot and Jak's Gyro shot hit it at the same time, effectively killing it. "Good to see ya golden boy!" Sig said, zapping a Metal Head foot. "Glad to be here." Jak smiled, and unloaded in the nearest Metal Head. It fell down, but continued to thrash, crushing the Tough Puppy and those around it.
"Damn it! I'm outta ammo!" Sig yelled. Jak smiled and threw his gun to the side." So am I." And with that, he gave himself over to his dark side.
Kill! Kill! Blood everywhere! Die, bastards! Hahahaha! Finally! Slash! Rip! Tear! You will all die at MY hand!!!
And suddenly, it was over. Jak, back in his normal form, stumbling slightly, scooped up his discarded gun. "Great work, cherry! Annihilated the bastards!" Sig praised, throwing him some ammo he had snatched from the other Wastelanders. Suddenly, CRASH, BOOM!(Entry of Confusion: Italic and bold means sound effect, bold is me talking, italic is Dark, underline is Light, but he doesn't talk much right now.) Another huge Desert Metal Head leapt over the sand dune, landed behind Jak, and swallowed him whole.