Farther Away
Written by: Azuka-chan9
A/N: Well... what do you know? After being silent for so long, I finally decided to update here at again. Hard to believe, ne? Well, I've been holing up at azuka-chan. for a while. dA is a great site and its where all my art is stored. Drop by if you want! (Shameless self promotion.) Anyway, this is a new fanfic that I started, just out of the blue. I couldn't wait any longer to buy the game, so I thought this up and- BAM! It hit me. And yes. Its Jak/OC. Flame me all you want. My apartment is freezing and I don't like playing Jak II in the cold. Constructive critism (sp?) is welcome, though!
Anyway! Sit back and enjoi the show!
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It was the late evening and the moon shinned over Kras City, home of the races. Everybody knew that the 3rd Class races were starting real early in the morning, and were in the bar to celebrate. Men and woman from 21 and up were crowding around the bar tables, waiting for their drinks. A woman of about 18 sat in a corner, her face hidden beneath a hooded cloak. She looked up, watching the people push and shove, some singing, and some just sitting there, chatting with friends.
The woman grinned, placing her feet up on the table, watching everybody as close as possible. She knew she wasn't old enough to drink, but why not? Everybody else was doing it, and she looked old enough. One strand of hair fell out of the hood: black hair with blue streaks. It was the new 'do' as they called it.
All of a sudden, the doors quickly opened. The woman's eyes furrowed and she stood up quickly, snarling like a wild animal. The form stood out of the shadows.
"Razor…" the woman hissed. She removed the hood, revealing black and blue hair, dark blue eyes and black goggles that sat atop her head. The man looked over at her, sneering then grinning evilly. The woman stepped forward, furrowing her brow even more within each step.
"If yer gonna fight, take it outside. I'm already dealin' with enough as it is." The bar tender called, filling up orders and drinks. Razor lit a cigarette, "Well. Looks like we meet again…Ami."
"I guess so…Razor. How's your team? Ready to lose? Like the rest of these suckers I'm sure." She replied back, smirking. Razor flicked ashes onto the floor before speaking up, "Seems we're in for real danger, now aren't we? You see, people like to get in over their heads. Like at the bottom of the ocean."
Ami growled, clenching her fists. She drew back her fists, getting ready to swing before a man with his ears split in two held her back. Ami struggled hard, her eyes glinting with black. Her days in Haven weren't pretty, but for as small as she was, she was lucky to survive. And then with her escaping the palace when the Metalheads attacked, all she could rely on was her instincts. The Dark Warrior Program was a success, but Praxis didn't live long enough to see it work. After the palace came crashing down, Ami was found by Samos and his daughter Keira, who then pulled her free of the rubble.
She was thankful for them saving her, but she didn't really know of real gratitude, and as the time passed, she grew to not trust anyone. Her time working for the Freedom League helped prove her worth, but it did no good in the battle field, especially against the groups of Metalheads and the Krimzon Guard.
Eco sparks flowed around her body, but she snapped back to reality by looking at everyone around her. The only bad thing was, Razor knew of her little secret. Every time she said no he would threaten to tell everybody else about it. She was a slave to him.
Ami stopped struggling after a while and stood up straight, brushing off her cloak. She took it off, revealing a black racing outfit, with dark blue stripes. She had a blue lightning symbol on her jacket, and for that, she was nicknamed 'Blue Lightning'. Razor smirked and snapped his fingers. The man that was holding her grabbed her again, and with the help of another man, they threw her out of the bar.
"I'll get you back soon enough, Razor! And when that time comes, it'll be out on the race track!" she yelled, walking towards her dark blue buggie. She hopped in, driving out into the empty streets of Kras City. She drove for a while before stopping in the racing lanes. She wanted to be the first one there, so she parked her car and jumped out, going to the trunk for her pillow and her covers. She didn't have a home, so she slept in her car. After all, it was better than the streets, right?
She slowly fell asleep, dreaming of winning the races and rubbing it in Razor's face. Oh, isn't public humiliation sweet? At least it is to her…
-E.N.DC.H.A.P.T.E.R-
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Jak and Daxter! Or Razor! I do own Ami though! Take her, and I'll gut you like a fish and feast on yer innards! RAWR!