Woot! My first story! There will be more chapters soon! I hope... Jak belongs to Naughty Dog Inc.
Jak woke up saw some snow, but finds something had happened to him that night... concerning our friend Dark. But something is wrong, the dark eco is still there. It should be gone, right?
This chapter isn't really teen, but the following will be because of language and some other stuff.
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1. Snow
Snow such a pure, white substance. It was amazing that something so pure could even exist in such a putrid place like Haven City. The man sharing his thought with us gave a sigh as old memories as black and murderous as his other half flooded into his cold and lonely mind. The pain, torture, and sadness that those memories brought were breathe catching. But, they brought an even more intense emotion onto this broken man. Anger. The man took a deep breath to even his already staggering breathing. All those cold memories could only belong to one man, for they were too intense for any other man to hold. This man you ask? Why, you haven't realized it yet? It is the hated hero…
Jak.
He rose from his bed and put a hand on the bed to steady himself, the other clutching his chest in pain. This was not good; just those horrid memories were enough to bring out that monster? Jak could feel the dark eco surging through his veins as his darker half was screeching to be let out. As the broken hero's grip strengthened on the bed his breathing was starting to calm from simply willing for a small handful of the light eco coursing through his veins as well to stop the burning darkness from coming out. Jak's grip on the bed lessened as he felt the light eco hushing the dark eco into it's rightful corner of Jak's mind. But he did not take his hand away from the bed incase the darkness decided to show up again when he wasn't expecting it. He did take his hand off of his chest seeing as the pain was gone. Jak felt a sudden surge again and clutched the bed with both hands, but it quickly ended as the light eco trapped it. The green haired man hesitantly lifted his hands off of the bed, relieved to feel the dark eco in it's rightful place again and staying there. Jak felt something in his hands and found a large handful of ripped sheets in each hand. Great.
Jak tossed the sheet remains onto the floor as he got off his bed and looked around his room. It was a very simple place, though it would have looked better if the light blue wallpaper wasn't in shreds and the claw marks on the worn metal floors. The results of the ever so delightful Dark when ever he decided to make a surprise visit like he had that morning. The only furniture in the room, standing that is, was a small table with a chair beside it by the cracked window that was always covered. On top of the small table were papers and pictures of things Jak didn't want to focus on right then. In the far left corner was a small dresser with a cracked mirror above it. On top of the dresser were Jak's trademark goggles, a giant metal shoulder guard, and a pair of gloves with the cloth that covers the fingers missing. All the drawers were sticking out with Jak's few possessions in it and a small little orange Ottsel sleeping in the top drawer. As Jak walked up to the dresser drawer to wake up his sleeping friend he found a very disturbed sight. At least, it was to Jak. Daxter was making out with one of Jak's socks, as Jak thought that it would probably only be a matter of time until Daxter started to… Jak's eye twitched. By the Precursors, Dax.
With that Jak unceremoniously lifted a foot and kicked the drawer that was holding his friend with quite a bit of his strength. Once Jak kicked the drawer the sleeping Ottsel woke with his eyes wide as he flew into the air, clutching the sock in panic.
As Daxter landed on the hard metal floors with a thud he shock his head and did the thing that Daxter loved to do.
"JAK! What the heck was that about? Haven't you ever heard of letting sleeping Ottsels lay?!" yelled the annoyed Daxter. When the Ottsel's friend answered with a disgusted glare at something in Daxter's right hand. When he turned his head to see what was in his hand, and what he saw did not leave a smile on his face. With a shocked looked on his face the little Precursor chucked the unholy sock into the corner of their small room.
"You could have said something Buzz Head," Jak ignored Daxter's favorite insult for his hair and walked into their even smaller kitchen.
Most people thought that Jak, the hero, would have gotten to live in luxury after all the times that he had saved this miserable city's behind. But that wasn't the case, even though the government gave him a small bit of respect because of Ashelin the citizens' treated him the same way they always had. With fear and blame for everything that had happened to them. So, the city had "asked" for Jak and Daxter to live in a deserted area in Haven. Though, no one but Daxter knew that was how Jak had wanted to live. He never had been one much for the spotlight even in the… past. So the two friends lived in Dead Town in their small house. Since Metalheads hadn't been a problem since he had moved there the city was more than happy to not have to be any closer to him needed, but also the fact that they didn't have to deal with the Metalheads either. Jak liked it because there was no one to bother him out here, and the fact that there was less a chance of his friends getting hurt when Dark showed up out here with no one as a target. But, they did have to go into Haven everyday for Jak's job and for food. That and Daxter had to run his bar, The Naughty Ottsel. So it was a win, win situation for everyone. Right?
As Jak walked over to the fridge he opened it to find it in its usual state. Having just enough food to live off of. Who knew you needed so little food to survive. The broken hero grabbed a glass of water and closed the fridge bitterly. He then turned to a small cabinet and took two pieces of stale bread out of its bag and walked past the small stove and table with chairs by it. He took a few more steps until he reached the bedroom again.
Jak found his friend examining the sheet remains in the corner from earlier as Jak walked up behind him. Before Jak could say that he had breakfast Daxter opened his mouth.
"Jak? What's up? Did you think I wouldn't notice the bed sheet in shreds? And seeing what happened last night…"
"What?" the bed sheet was in shreds? Those two pieces had just come off, right? As Jak turned his head to look at his bed his eyes went wide by what he saw. He did not remember that when waking up. The bed sheet was in shreds, by the look of it claw like marks were what caused it," Dax? What happened last night?"
" You don't remember?"
"No," answered the green blonde. As he looked closer he saw large, heavy bags under his friend's confused eyes.
"I guess I should have figured you wouldn't."
"What happened here Dax?" Jak asked again, but this time his voice was stiff with worry and confusion.
"In the middle of the night I woke up to find that purple stuff coming off of you. Then… you started screaming. It really freaked me out. So I started yelling at you. But I stopped when you opened your eyes a bit after you stopped screaming, and you screamed for a long time. But your eyes were completely black…" the hero's eyes widened even further as he realized why the dark eco was so intense that morning. But, he still felt so much dark eco in him now. Shouldn't it all be gone from being his darker half last night? This didn't make any sense.
"What happened next Dax?"
"Well, you just kept staring at me with those creepy eyes. Then, you smiled and dark eco exploded off of your body. I closed my eyes when that happened, but when I opened 'em you were Mr. Sunshine and attacking your bed. It lasted a while until Darkie just stopped and got off of the bed and opened the curtains. He saw the snow and started screaming. Then he punched the wall. Surprised you didn't notice that," He was right Jak hadn't. He looked over by the window and saw a giant dent in the wall. Good thing it was made out of metal… How had he missed that? "Then Mr. Sunshine collapsed onto the floor and sat there for a while. Then he got up and went back to the bed. That's when you changed back."
Jak gave Daxter a horrified stare, and then his face went blank. But his eyes showed it all.
"Guess it's a good thing we live out here, eh?" said Daxter trying to lighten the mood. But Jak just stood there starring at the hole in the wall. Apparently as confused as Daxter by all of this," So you gonna give me my food or what, Buzz Head?"
"Here," said Jak as he tossed Daxter a piece of stale bread as he snapped out of his thoughts. But… in his eyes showed that broken man again.
"So what are we gonna do 'bout this snow? Ugh. Don't we deserve some food that is actually edible?" Daxter asked as he forced himself to eat the stale bread.
"I don't know. I hate the snow, but we have to go to get to work. You could wear that jacket Tess made you. Guess it is a good thing she learned how to sew. And I could wear that Bomber jacket that Kiera gave me…"
"I'm with you. Ugh. Snow sucks. And so does this food," replied Daxter as he swallowed another bite of the bread.
"Guess I better get dressed. Yuck. This bread really does suck," Said Jak as he looked at himself, wearing only boxers. He then swallowed the bread whole and gulped down the toxic tasting water.
Jak headed over to his dresser as Daxter ate the final piece of his own bread, and gave a disgusted face once he was done. Jak pulled out a pair of tan pants with dirt on them, a navy blue shirt with a long sleeve on the right arm and no sleeve on the left arm. He avoided the socks. He then grabbed his goggles, shoulder guard, and "gloves" off of the dresser. Jak tossed the clothes on his bed and tried not to think about what Daxter had told him. He then grabbed his old pair of boots and walked over to his bed. Once he reached there he felt a cold object on his chest and looked down to see the two seals of mar hanging from a metal chain around his neck. He stopped and put his hand on top of them for a moment. He dropped his hand once he felt Daxter's confused stare on his back and grabbed his shirt. He pulled it over his head and put his right arm through the sleeve, and then he lifted the seals on top of his shirt. He then grabbed his "gloves" and put them on, moving to his goggles, he left his shoulder guard on top of the bed, and then he put on his pants. He then sat on the bed and put his boots on, trying again to not think about what Daxter had told him about last night.
"You ready Daxter?" asked Jak as he grabbed the shoulder guard as he headed to the closet by the door of the bedroom. As he opened it he grabbed a large black jacket with fur on the top rim of the hood and the very small chocolate brown leather jacket that Tess had made for Daxter.
"Yeah, I guess so. Hand me the jacket," grumbled Daxter as he held a hand out to grab his jacket, "Thanks," He said a bit more clearly as he caught his jacket and put it on.
Jak then put his own jacket on. Once he had put it on Jak placed the arm guard on top of the jacket so that Daxter could sit on his shoulder. Once Jak had put his shoulder guard on Daxter scrambled up to his perch that he knew so well he could have gotten up there if he was blind. With that, Jak walked out of the room and into the kitchen, then into the small living room, and into the tiny hall that led to the locked closet by the front door. Jak went to the closet and put in the password to open it. With a beep the door opened and Jak took out his morph gun and Jet board. He then strapped it to his back. Once he was done he pushed the door closed it gave click and locked. Jak and Daxter then opened the door into the winter wonderland that they hated so.
"Okay, it is official. Snow sucks," grumbled Daxter once the cold hit him. But, Jak didn't feel cold at all. He was actually warm. What was up with him today? Then again, what wasn't up with him? Then it dawned on him. The light eco was keeping him warm. Since light eco healed it only made since that it would keep him protected from something that could cause him to get sick.
"Dax."
"Yeah?"
"I'm warm."
"What? How the heck is that possible?"
"I think it is because of the light eco. I think it is protecting me from the cold."
"I REALLY need to get some of that stuff," said Daxter as he gave a shiver from the snow and the cold on Jak's shoulder as they walked over to the zoomer Kiera had made Jak as a home coming present when he had moved in. It was a sleek bike zoomer that was painted a metal green, blue, and gray.
"If you're that cold you can use my jacket, if you want."
"Really? You're that hot underneath there?" It was true the jacket was making Jak even more uncomfortably warm.
"Yeah. Get on the zoomer for a second and I'll take it off so that you can use it."
"Okay," said Daxter happily as he jumped onto the zoomer. Jak took off his shoulder guard then took off his jacket. He handed it to Daxter who greedily took the gift and put it on himself. It was huge on the Ottsel, but Daxter was enjoying the leftover heat from the last user in it. Jak then put his shoulder guard back on, and got on the zoomer. Daxter sat behind Jak on the zoomer since Jak wouldn't be able to drive with Daxter sitting on his shoulder with the huge jacket on. Though Jak felt much better without the heavy jacket he was still hot under his shirt. But, he decided to keep that one on for now. He didn't need more people starring at him, and he didn't want people to see what was on his back…
With that Jak hit the pedal and drove out of Dead Town to the Naughty Ottsel to drop off Daxter and to head over to visit Kiera before work. Leaving his small house behind. What was his small house you ask? Why is it not obvious? It is something he did to remind himself of happier times. Samos' Hut is that little house we spoke of.
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Wow! that was long! please write a review! I don't care if you say something bad about, I can take it! But nice comments are good too. thanks to my muses: Dark Jak, Light Jak, and Jak Jak. Or just Jak in a simpler word.
Dark Jak: shut up and keep on writing!
Light Jak: don't listen to him! Keep writing yes, but do a god job on it!
me: I need a life if video game characters are my muses... And, you two shut up! Your bickering is making me lose my concentration on righting this story! So shut up!
jak: You now understand how I feel every moment of my being.
me: So thats why you are always so mad...
