Jak fanfic. Experimental writing. Unedited. Alternate universe. Expect future fics in the Misplacedverse. Critique. Give me your thoughts. The Jak games belong to Naughty Dog. This website ruined the format. The original can be found at my Deviantart, linked in my profile.
Misplaced: Temptation
Drooling maw.
Living iron armour glinting by the light of the moon.
Four eyes glowing in the dark.
Skull gem alight.
A Hora-Quan,
of the lowest caste,
child of Kor, hunting and stalking he, she, it's prey.
The Unholy Orange.
Triggering.
Ancestral memories.
the dark eco whispers it's secrets.
of.
Eco denied.
Starvation.
Unmaginable cruelty to the Children of Living Iron and Flesh.
Living weapons of the Dark.
turning against their fuzzy creators.
The Dark Makers, Saviors of Steel and Violet Watching the Destruction of the Orange In Bloodlustful Glee.
Orange. Unholy. A reminder. Of the Enslaver-Gods.
Bringing back the Longforgotten Past.
It must die.
The Orange runs. He, she, it, the child of Kor, gives chase. It, the orange flees.
The Orange.
Scrambles under rocks. Dives through sand. Weaves through cacti.
Goes ow.ow.ow.ow ohshit
a evil chant .
The Orange speaks. In the tongue of Rae. A depraved race.
Long-eared.
All flesh.
No metal.
Not-kin
Evil.
Stealer of eco.
Slayer of Kin. Destroyer of the Eggs.
The one, the they, who make the Kor
grieves for his, her, it's lost children
The Orange screams.
shrieks.
JAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!
What is this Jak? Kin like the Hora-Quan?
Evil like the Rae?
Unholy like the Orange?
He, she, it, the child of living iron, does not care.
It cares only for the kill.
the death of the.
Orange.
The Prey. Is Cornered. It cannot run anymore.
Steel Claws glint in the moonlight.
Fangs bared.
Eyes narrow. In glee.
All is ready for the kill.
Scents of Mother Dark.
Fear.
Rage.
Is Near. Approaching.
The Prey. The Unholy Orange. Huddles. It's cries is futile.
There is no escape.
Eco sparks. A storm of Dark.
He, She, It, Child of the Living Iron.
Is Afraid.
Scents of Rae.
Dark Eco.
Even Hints of Hora-Quan.
Traitors.
The Not-Kin
Who Dwell In the Deep Waste.
It. Is. Near.
Kin. Yet Not Kin.
The Pale Death Approaches. Black Claws.
Scoop Up.
Claim. the Orange.
It scrambles
up
to the
shoulders
of the
Pale Death.
This. Is. Wrong.
It is A Child of
the Dark.
Yet. It Protects. the Orange.
Abyssmal eyes.
Obisidan blades lengthen.
Fangs sharpen.
The Storm awakes.
Too late.
To Yield.
To Submit.
He, She, It, will not make it.