Everything For Nothing
Disclaimer:
I do not, and never will own the Jak and Daxter series. It belongs to Naughty Dog.
This is based in between Jak 3 and Jak X.
It wasn't supposed to be this way. It wasn't supposed to be this dirty, this messy, this bloody. He was supposed to live in a world where the air was clean, the people were simple and life was good.
Jak often thinks about what his life would have been like, what he could have been, anything but an amalgamation of precursor technology, eco and hate.
He stares at the sky, and wonders how, even in a place like this, it still looks the same. He remembers a simple time, when a shy mute boy met a young, tomboyish girl on a beach, and did nothing but look at the stars.
Where people didn't look at him strangely. Where his life didn't consist of a schedule of kill, sleep and eat. When he was known for his kind nature, and gift with eco, not for the destruction of metal heads, and as a descendant of Mar.
Time is something Jak loathes above all else. Time is never his friend and always his enemy. It was time he lost in Baron Praxis' prison, time he lost wandering the desert, and he feels it laughing at him wherever he goes. He's being mocked by time, and is helpless to do anything to stop it.
He knows that, with time, the people in his life will change. Losing people is something he has become adjusted to, a side-effect of the war that never ends. But he realizes he is unprepared to lose his friends to people. Death, he could understand, and maybe even accept, but as he watches Keira slowly move on, he's numb.
He can't help but think, that's supposed to be me. And, as he thinks back, realizes it would have been him, had life gone the way it was supposed to. Where that shy, mute boy and tomboyish girl had grown, they could have lived, been together and died together, and never known the cruelty of real life.
Jak longs to go home, and to never have to speak a word again.
He can't help but hate the world. He's the hero, and yet is left alone. Even Daxter has found someone, someone to love him unconditionally, and despite Tess being a little crazy, she does just that.
Not that Jak is unhappy for his friend, but he wonders where his happiness is. Doesn't he deserve something for all that he's done? Put aside his own dreams, sacrificed his humanity, his life, for the sake of the world. Shouldn't he have something to show for it, other than a molding statue and a history lesson kids are to bored to listen to?
He hates that thought more than anything. The idea that his life will be glossed over, a footnote in the history of Mar. That his sacrifices will be nothing more than a note scrawled on a chalkboard in the sweaty hand of a teacher, one who has told this story so many times they no longer have the energy to feign interest. That kids will sit there in a dusty classroom, their thoughts elsewhere, no-where near this lesson, and not care.
That scares Jak.
The thought that everything has meant nothing.
Word Count: 532
Author's Notes: First time fic, so please be gentle.
I realize I kind of made Jak into an emo-boy…but I feel like he deserves the luxury.
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