I hope you like this new material. It's not 1st person this time. It's.. Narrative. I forget the term for it. I'm a bit rusty at those vocab terms, EVEN THOUGH WE'RE LEARNING THEM IN SCHOOL.
There is still fluff in here, but not too terribly much.. I hope. I'm also stuffing in a new OC character, which is not originally mine here. It's Jakiifan's, so I'm giving the credit to her. Only she and I know who it is. She's gonna be put in later. Prolly either the second or third chapter.
So with no further adoo.. however you spell it.. Here it is:
Kicking little pebbles and rocks as he wondered aimlessly in the city, he looked at his crushed watch and cursed at himself. "I don't even know what day it is." He said gruffly, looking up and seeing what was around him. He saw the entrance to Vin's computer lab, and below it, civilians on their zoomers in heavy traffic. Very few were on foot. Over all of this, Haven City was actually for once peaceful.
He pouted and continued on walking around, until he found the infamous Naughty Ottsel, the home base of the Freedom League, and where people he actually would know usually are there because they have no other place to go. He grinned, looking up at the big blimp of Daxter, with his head going up and down.
"Like old times, isn't it Daxter?"
With a heavy sigh, he walked in smoothly as he could. In the bar, he was surprised to find that it had gotten bigger in space, and there were more flat screen televisions that he had ever seen in his life. It reminded him of a casino, except it was only a bar! In fact, there were two bars now, thanks to the fact Daxter had gotten a fat pay check that was supposed to go to Jak for saving the world from those Dark Precursors. But something was wrong. Nobody was around, and the volumes of the televisions were down to low.
He thought, maybe it's closed. I better go. As he turned around, he saw a pistol right at his face. Startled, he jumped backward and stared at the one behind the gun.
"Woh! Watch where you're pointing that thing, buddy!" He said lowly.
"You're under arrest." Torn growled.
"For what!"
"Attempted murder, you doosh bag. Don't you remember?"
He shook his head.
"No I don't! I'm innocent! I didn't try to kill anyone!"
"Tell it to the judge, buddy!"
"I will!"
"Oh you're funny."
Erol rampaged in, feeling a disturbance when he heard all the shouting in the Naughty Ottsel. "What is going on here?" He snapped. The red head then saw who Torn was pointing the gun at. "Derrick?" Erol asked, in a surprised tone. Derrick stared at Erol.
"Erol??"
"Something wrong here, Zamekhein?" Torn sighed.
"I killed this kid after he tried to murder Laona."
"I WHAT?!" Derrick cried, backed up, and tripped onto the bar table and banging his head -hard- on a television. Torn put his gun down. "You weren't aware of this?" He asked.
"I'm not buying that poor excuse." Erol sneered.
Derrick rubbed the back of his head.
"No, I'm serious. What did I do?!" The boy exclaimed. Erol was getting a bit testy.
"When I was dead, you joined forces with my brother for money, and nearly killed your mother. As an angry spirit, I killed you. This was almost fairly recent. Give it about 6 months or so."
Derrick stared at Erol as if he was a mental case. Silence sank into the building.
"6 months?" He asked quietly.
Derrick looked at his time watch.
"Dumbass piece of shit. I should've gotten the advanced edition..."
Erol cocked his eyebrow. Derrick looked at Torn.
"That wasn't me, I swear. It was my clone. Why else would I still be here? I found out he had escaped 17 years in the past and I've come out after him! But I-" Torn interrupted, "You've come up too short, and apparently by the condition of that watch, you're stuck here in this time period." "Exactly!" Derrick wailed. Erol crossed his arms and glared at him.
"But how do we know that you won't turn on us like your little clone did."
Derrick looked at him, and got up. "My I remind you, that I am the son of that 'Dark Eco Freak' that you may call him? His blood runs through my veins. I'm not the kind of guy to try to assassinate, let alone my own mother." He spat roughly. Torn put his pistol away. "We'll see to that." The older man stated. He got out his communicator and spoke into it.
"Jak, Laona, come to the Naughty Ottsel ASAP, please."
Derrick sighed lightly, and sat down. Erol didn't let his guard down for one minute.
Laona was shopping for a new wardrobe in Kras City, in the dressing room when she was getting the call. She was putting on a short tunic sleeveless shirt on, and tight black denim pants with chains. She took her communicator from the back pocket of her original pants.
"Might I ask why, Torn? I don't want to get my new clothes bloody if it's another search and kill mission."
A moment later he replied, "Two words: Your son."
She choked, "What??"
Derrick grinned, and shook his head. Jak over heard this since all of their communicators were connected. He added in on this, "I thought Erol killed him."
"He's telling us it was a clone, not him. He came back to stop him, but he came up 6 months too late."
Laona didn't want to change back into her normal clothes, but instead buy what she was wearing on her way out.
"I'll be there in about 5 minutes. You called me all the way over here into Kras City, man!"
"Crazy shit.." Jak said roughly.
The blonde was doing random jobs in Spargus for money. But he stopped early and went to Haven. "Derrick is still alive??" Daxter asked, not believing what he was hearing. "Yeah." Jak sighed roughly.
"He's almost as hard to rid of as Erol!"
"He's still around." Jak said, pointing out the obvious to his little friend. "Oh.." Daxter said dumbly.
Derrick slouched boredly, and looked at Erol seeing he was still staring at him. "Can you not look at me like that? You look dead, staring into nothingness but my hair." He stated.
"Oh I know what looking dead is like."
The boy chuckled as Jak and Daxter walked in. Jak stared at Derrick.
"Hi, Dad."
No response. Everyone just kept on staring at him. The boy didn't really feel all too comfortable.
"Why is everybody always staring at me?!" He exclaimed.
"Because we all thought you were dead!" Daxter said.
Derrick pointed at Erol.
"Yeah but he died. Did everyone stare at him??"
"He's always getting blown up. Either from being a smartass and crashing into dark eco barrels, or nearly destroying all humanity and someone having to blow him up." Jak explained. Erol rolled his eyes at Jak.
"Who's the smartass?" Zamekhein spat.
"You both are smartasses. Happy now?" Torn growled.
Erol was one side of him, and Jak the other. The older elf was practically in the middle of their little argument.
"Shoot first, ask questions later. That's our motto." Torn said as Laona walked in. She stared into the eyes of what she had once believed were the eyes of a murderer, and shook her head slowly.
"What?" Jak asked her.
She stepped forward, and almost ran to her son and hugged him. "Hey sweetie." She said quietly. A bit stricken at first, Derrick hugged back. "Hey, mom." He said. "You're hugging the kid who nearly killed you?" Erol exclaimed.
"I don't care. He's my son. I can tell whether he's dangerous or not. It's a mother's instinct..."
She smiled. Derrick blushed. "Thanks for being the only one to trust me." He choked out. Laona let go, and stood up. "No problem, hun." The woman turned to Erol. He didn't look very happy. He had a look asking, "Do you have a death wish?" Erol is very hard to convince.
HES BACK!!!! Derrick is back home. For good. Oy vey. It's 6:37am over here. I started working on this thing at 4'ish. It took an hour and a half. My grandmother keeps the phone line off the hook at night so I couldn't update until she got up. I'm not the most patient person in the world. But I hope you like it. AJMS, I hope you like the fact it's not first person anymore.
R&R plz and thank you love ya (except flamers. They can get pooped on for all I care)