Summary: There was nothing before the pain... Dark is the top Wastlander in Spargus and the fiercestfighter around but when he is given the task of guiding Keira, the daughter of the Shadow, to a place far north that only he has seen his skills will be put to the test. The darkness shall consume you... For although his fighting skills are great he still has a lot to learn about thepeople of this time and even more to remember of another and when the dark ones of oldthreaten to rise once again the pure light must raise himself from the darkness and claim his destiny. Step into the light and claim what was yours once more...

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Pay attention to the parts I put in italics. You'll get why later but I can't tell you now or the really cleaver people among you could unravel my plot.

Out of The Darkness
Prologue

Prisoner's POV
There was nothing before the pain and darkness of the prison... nothing except… but that isn't important now. For as long as Ican remember I have been stuck in this miserable hole with no windows, steel doors and no way to escape.I have watched other prisoners being lead away to become part of the program but none of them have made it past the first treatment... none of them... except me.

He sat there staring at his cell wall tracing the cracks with his eyes. Soon the guards would be coming to get him so that he could receive another treatment. First they would paralyse him with a nerve toxin so that he could not move, then they would take him to the room were it happened. He would be strapped down to a table and of course Erol would be there. The Baron might be there as well. His eyes found the pipe that lead through the room and he found himself wishing that he was small enough to crawl through it. A small part of his mind told him that he once knew someone who could do just that but he could not remember them now, he couldn't remember anything.

He heard the steady marching of the guards and knew it was time. He stayed perfectly still as the nerve gas filled his cell and as they dragged him down the corridors of the prison. He did not make a sound as they strapped him to the table or as they injected amounts of dark eco into his body that not even Gol, the dark eco sage of legend, would have been able to control. Both Erol and the Barron were there watching as he endured his torture. After what seemed like hours the injections finally ceased and a mechanical voice sounded. "Dark eco injection cycle complete. Bio readings nominal and unchanged." The baron let out a cry of frustration. "Nothing! I was informed that this one might be different." He said his anger clearly showing. "He is surprisingly resistant to your… 'Experiments' Baron Praxis" Erol said calmly, "I fear the Dark Warrior Program has failed" The Baron let out another frustrated yell. "You should at least be dead with all the Dark eco I've pumped into you!" He yelled at the prisoner grabbing his hair and pulling his head upwards. "What now?" asked Erol, as the baron let go of the prisoners head, "Metal Head armies are pressing their attacks. Without a new weapon my men can not hold them off forever." "I will not be remembered as the man who lost this city to those vile creatures! Move forward with the final plan! And finish off this 'thing' tonight!" With those words the baron left the room. "As you wish" said Erol to the barons retreating back, grabbing the prisoners shirt he added softly, "I'll be back later" Before following the baron. Out of the room.

The prisoner blacked out and awoke to the sound of a hover lift. As it reached his level he heard a voice. "Ding, ding… Third floor… Body chains, roach food, torture devices." He felt a light weight on his chest and heard the voice again. "Hey buddy… You seen any heroes around here? WOAH! What did they do to you? Jak it's me… Daxter" 'Who's Daxter?' he found himself wondering He opened his eyes a little and saw an orange creature just small enough to crawl through one of the pipes that ran through the prison before closing them again. "That's a fine hello." Said the creature "I've been crawlin' around this place risking my tail, literally, to save you. I've been looking for you for two years! Say something! Just this once!" "Who the hell are you?" Daxter looked extremely confused. The elf repeated what he had said again only much louder this time. "Who are you?" "Shhhhhh" said Daxter. "Right now we've gotta get you outta here. We'll deal with your memory later. Just let me figure out how to open the security locks on your chair so…" The elf transformed into a demon at that second and broke the locks with no effort. "Or ahh… You could do it. Jak? Easy now. Easy buddy. It's your old pal Daxter remember!" The demon extended its claws and was about to strike when a memory pulsed through its head. He saw himself, only he looked much younger and had shorter hair, the osstle and a girl with blue hair with green streaks in it sitting on a beach laughing about... something. The claws retracted back into his hand and he became slowly elvan again. "Daxter?" "What the heck was that! Sheesh, remind me not to pis you off! Come on tall, dark and gruesome. We're outta here. I uh… Brought you some new threads. Put em' on."

Once he had put on the clothes that Daxter had provided he began to make his way to the exit. Halfway toward the door he stopped as a glint caught his eye. He went over to it and saw a strange orb. It was an orange-brown colour and had strange black markings all around it. "That's a Precursor Orb remember Jak? They're real valuable now so pick up as many as you can so that we can buy stuff with 'em." The elf nodded and picked up the orb and put it in his pack. They made their way through the fortress the elf killing any guards he came across quickly and mercilessly. He showed no emotion as he broke the last of the guard's necks and they exited the fortress although Daxter was clearly disturbed by it.

He landed lightly on the ground after jumping out of a fortress window and began walking, mystified by what he saw. There were people everywhere. Most of them were obviously underfed and the elf found himself thinking about the fact that at least he was guaranteed a meal a day in prison, no matter how pathetic,while a lot of these people looked like they hadn't eaten in a week. There were zoomers everywhere in the air and one or two parked on the ground. He clutched his head as a sharp pain went through it and an image came to him. The girl from his flash earlier in the day was working on a much earlier looking version of the zoomers that flew through the skies around him. He came back to reality with Daxter splashing a handful of sewer water on his face. He spat out the water that he had swallowed when Daxter had splashed him and glared at Daxter. "Sorry buddy but you know that if the guards see you actin' like that they'll come over to investigate. He nodded at what Daxter said. "What are those things?" He asked pointing to the zoomers. "Jeeez! Do I have to tell you everything. Those are zoomers remember?" "No" "Come on Jak you gotta remember." "I told you I don't know who you are and my name isn't Jak." "Really than what is your name?" "Dark Warrior 27" "Ah-ha. What the hell did they do to your brain in there? I'm Daxter you're Jak end of story." "Listen I don't deny that your name is Daxter or that my name might of been Jak but I don't remember anything from before the darkness of the prison so just drop it ok?" "No it's not ok. I just spent two years looking for you and now you're trying to tell me that you don't remember anything? Next thing you're gonna be telling me is that you don't even remember Keira!" "Who's Keira?" "Holy Yakkows you really don't remember!" "That's what I've been trying to tell you. Now if you don't mind I'll be leaving." "Oh no you're not I'm your pal and I'm stickin' with you. You have no idea what it's like livin' on your own in the city. Well... maybe,...you do... but that's not the point." "Listen Daxter. I don't know who you are or even who you think you are but it's pretty obvious that things haven't been easy for either of us so I'll help you find someone to stay with if you stop following me deal?" "But Jak…" "Deal?" Daxter sighed, "Deal" "Good. When I was in prison one of my cellmates was part of the resistance. I'm pretty sure that he would still be there." "What was his name?" "Jason. He specialised in hand to hand combat. Now if I remember right he said the base was in the slums. Where's that?" "Umm… Buddy, you're in the slums." "Oh. Well it should be in a back ally around here somewhere" "But this whole area is a back alley." "Then we better start looking"

After what seemed like hours they stumbled into an alleyway with what Jak recognised as the symbol of the resistance. He opened the door and walked inside. He hadn't taken three steps before he found himself looking down the barrels of about two dozen guns. "Who are you kid?" "I'm looking for Jason" "Oh yeh?" Jak nodded. "How do we know if we can trust you?" "Calm down Torn." Came a voice from inside the room. An elf of about thirty years of age walked up to Jak and smiled at him. "This is the kid I told ya about Torn. The one who helped me escape and got recaptured about 100m from the exit." The elf called Torn looked at Jak suspiciously and nodded. He held out his hand to Jak "So... you wanna join the fight for the city then?" Jak shock his head slowly. "No. I was just wondering if you give my friend here a place to stay and give me a lift outside this stinkin' city" Torn gave him a surprised look as did Jason. "Give me a second to think this over kid. Jason could I talk to you for a sec?" Torn and Jason made their way over to a corner of the room as other resistance members started sizing up Jak just in case he decided to pull a fast one on them. "Are you sure that's the kid who helped you escape?" "Quite" "Than why the hell does he wanna get out of here so bad? Every man to ever escape the Baron's prisons always goes on some kind of rampage after they get out." "This guy's different. Although he's changed a lot since I saw him a year ago I still think the only thing on his mind is getting out of the city and finding his friends. That was all he could remember back then. That he had to get out of there and find his friends. Somehow I doubt he remembers eve that much now, You know how the Baron's torcher is." "Fine. I'll get him out of the city. I'll check with Sig and see if he can organise the kid a transport all the way to Spargus cos that's the only way he'll survive out there." "What about the rat?" "We'll let him stay with us. After all his size might come in handy when we need some things done." Torn and Jason returned to the group and announced their plans. "Ok. Kid I'm gonna poke around a bit and see if I can't find you a transport to Spargus and the Wastlanders. Rat, you're gonna stay with us. I have a job for you."

The next week saw Jak boarding a transport to Spargus and saying goodbye to Daxter and to resistance. That was the last time Haven City would ever see the dark warrior.

Or so they thought.

... me...

Well what do you think? Like it? Love it? Hate it? Please tell me. Oh and if you have any complaints about the spelling I use an Aussie word processer and we have different spellings for a lot of words so for me they would be right and for you they might be wrong. It happens. A lot more is to come.