Hiya guys! SURPRISE! You weren't expecting me anymore, were you? Today I bring you the TOTALLY REVISED story of Frozen, it's more or less going to be the same plot; just an overall better writingstyle (shit, I hope so, let me know!) and pacing.
So I advise you to start at the beginning again!
Btw, this time it's going to be pretty slow build romance X3
Big, fat snowflakes were falling over Haven, the winter had sneaked up early on the citizens and it had been the harshest one in years. Ice and snow only made the city look even more cold and gloomy, and the layer of fresh powder made the streets even more uninviting than before.
Ploughing trough the snow, Jak was cursing his size. There weren't even any zoomers to high jack, with this temperature his fingers would freeze right on the handlebars.
"Don't forget, second left!" Came a muffled voice from his jacket.
"I know, Dax! It's not the first time I've been to the sewers!"
"And it's also not the hundredth time you've managed to get us lost so bad we had to call Kira!"
The teen rolled his eyes at that. He could still hear the girl's laughter ringing in his ears. After a while she just became annoyed and downright scary, anyway, the motivation was there to learn some directions.
Trudging diligently, they finally arrived at the sewers, the gears and chains ratteling away to open the steel door.
After that it became pretty routine, it was a simple maintenance of the sewer. Torn often sent his agents trough here and it was his job to take care none of them got mauled by any invading metalheads.
When the elevator groaned to a halt, Jak drew his morph gun and mechanically activated the blaster mode, hearing it click and whir into place.
The ugly bitches were as always easy to dispatch, exploding in floaty eco and a yellow cranium. Dax got the skulls, cursing greedy prucursorstatues and yelling for Jak to kill them a bit slower, damnit!
Ten minutes later the dynamic duo were once again standing at the entrance of the sewer, Jak teasing Daxter about the fact he fell into the disgusting water, when his instincts gave a peculiar twitch.
The opening doors revealed two long rows of krimzon guards, all their weapons aimed at his chest.
The first thing he did was automatic, something ingrained in his system since Dax became an otsell: Jak grabbed Daxter by the scruff and threw him to safety. The pain of such a fall was worth his safety.
When he heard the noise of the gunshots, Jak was already transforming, blinding pain ripping trough his skull and a red haze entering his eyes. The teen felt the dark eco latch onto his fury, feeding and guiding it, making it massive yet condensed.
A furious roar ripped itself from Jack's throat as he felt his body tense in anger. His muscles screaming at him to MOVE, to do something with the neverending rage in him.
The red-armoured soldiers didn't stand a chance against the eco-enhanced teenager; soon they lay dead in the snow, blood a horrifying pattern around them.
Panting, Jak stood amidst this destruction, all the while battling the chaos within. The anger was never sated by destruction or death, it only ever seemed to increase and eclipse itself, the only way to make it retreat in his gut again was by pure willpower.
Even after the dark eco had burned out off his system, the need to destroy never stopped. Also; Jak noted with concern, it seemed increasingly harder to suppress his violent urges, even when he wasn't under the influence of the purple crap.
"WOOHOO; I believe that's a personal asskicking record, my dear Jak! NOW GET ME OUTTA HERE, I'M FREEZING!"
Interrupted in his thoughts, Jak looked around to find Daxter up to his chin in snow on the roof of a nearby building.
Once the greenhead freed Daxter, he noticed his little friend was soaked to the bone and shivering. Making a quick decision, he stuffed the ottsel in his jacket and took off towards Tess's house, which was by far the closest.
Luckily the fight made him considerably warmer, helping the icecold creature against his chest warm up a little.
Within a few minutes, Daxter was lying rolled up in a fluffy towel in front of a fire, for once not even noticing Tess fussing over him as he was fast asleep.
"Aw, poor little guy, I hope he doesn't get sick from this. It was a good idea to come to me, Jack, I'll take care of your friend. Do you want something warm to drink?"
As always, the teenager was moved by Tess's motherly behaviour, but sadly he couldn't take her up on her offer.
"For now I really have to report to Torn, it can't wait. Maybe later, when I'll come get Daxter, okay?"
"Okay, do you know when you'll be back?" Tess asked.
"Normally it shouldn't take more than two hours, but I don't know if the commander needs me for another mission, I hope we're not intruding too much."
"Don't be silly, I really don't mind. Who else is going to mother you two? You guys seriously need it, plus with this weather I don't have to work." She said with a wink.
The teen blushed in embarrassment because of course Tess hit the nail right on it's head. Jak couldn't even remember a mom.
"Well, I'll be back later, thanks for everything." He said as he walked out the door.
Anger filled him unexpectedly when he stepped outside, it was probably this damn snow, making the journey to underground HQ truly annoying.
With a disgusted noise he pushed the anger back to it's usual place as he started pushing trough the knee-deep fluffiness. At least it had stopped snowing.
After almost a half-hour trek, his pants and boots were water-logged and resentment burning low in his gut, Jak arrived at his destination.
After entering, the thoroughly annoyed teenager took a few deep breaths, Torn valued professionalism; it wouldn't do any good lashing out in anger.
Sopping into the hideout, the first thing he noticed was Torn bowed over the all familiar map of the city, dotted with different kinds of tacks.
"Report." Torn commanded, not even bothering to look up.
Annoyance flared unexpectedly trough Jak, surprising him in it's intensity. With effort he once again stomped it down and began his report in a monotone voice.
"Stop." Torn cut in when he was almost at the end of his report. "How many krimzons were there?" He asked disbelievingly, finally looking up.
"No more than twenty or thirty. They are all dead."
"Well, that's obvious judging by your clothes, the problem here is that if there were this many krimzons in one place, there was some planning involved. Did anyone see you entering the sewers?" Torn asked concerned.
"Almost impossible with the snow that was falling and we were only ten minutes in the sewers, not nearly enough time to efficiently gather that many krimzon guards."
"FUCK." The commander cursed with his face in his hands. "This means someone KNEW about your mission. For now, you can use the showers and the washing facilities. You don't have to worry about the rest, leave it to me."
Shrugging, Jak did as he was told. HQ had some pretty well stocked rooms, from an infirmary to a bathroom. It was when he began undressing that he really noticed and acknowledged the now brown stains in his clothing. Sullenly he filled a basin with water, soap and vinegar.
It didn't faze him any more that he knew the best way to wash blood from clothing, it left him as ice-cold as the water he rinsed his clothes with.
After hanging his clothes to dry, Jak started a shower, immediately stepping under the cold spray.
Maybe it was the relief of the cold water that unsealed something inside of him, or maybe it was the swirling patterns of old blood and water that drew his eyes like a magnet.
Suddenly his knees became weak; rage and anguish filled him so suddenly he had to steady himself with two hands on the wall. An ugly sob was forced out of him as he remembered the same hands, covered in blood and several other liquids. Remembering the joy and malice, feeling how scorchingly hot bodies were inside, hearing the pleas that made him euphoric at the time.
All of it was filling his head, mixing together, making him more unstable with every flashback. Resentment gutted him from the inside out.
Before he could become overwhelmed by all of it he smashed his forehead against the wall, the pain giving him something to focus on besides the emotions that were making him physically nauseous.
It wasn't the first time this happened, so he already knew how to make it all go away. Jak forced his ragged breathing to slow, pulling in and pushing out air between his grinding teeth.
He focused on the ice-cold shower now pounding on his upper back, pulling in the cold; making it permeate him completely, until the emotions were back in his gut, frozen; leaving only bone deep exhaustion behind.
With mechanical movements the teen washed and dried off.
As he wasn't stupid enough to put on damp clothing in this weather, he went for some coffee only clad in his boxers.
Leaning against the counter, waiting for the beep of finished coffee, Jak almost missed Torn walking in.
Normally he would be quite self-conscious about standing around in just underwear, but somehow he barely cared, didn't feel anything, really.
"Jak, I'm afraid you can't get back to Tess, a blizzard just hit the city. I can't risk letting you go out now."
A weak flare of anger flashed trough the teenager at being told what to do. But it dissipated just as quickly because of his exhaustion.
With a sigh, he gruffly answered. "Fine, I'll take one of the bunks for the night."
He missed the concerned look Torn had when muttering an acknowledging answer.
After Torn left for his own room, Jak relocated to the bunks, a cup off coffee warming his hands.
Downing the still scalding liquid, relishing in the burning it left in his throat, he put the cup on the central table with plans to wash it off tomorrow, and he fell into the closest bed, asleep before his head hit the pillow.
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