I've always had a soft spot for the Jak and Daxter Games and have played all of them at one time or another. After reading some other fan written shorts I knew that I knew that being kind of a writer I would only miss out on an opportunity to try and write more, get criticized and learn. So here we go, I hope that you like it and I'll make sure that it will be completed soon. Thank you.

I want to remind you that I do not own any of the Characters, they are all property of Naughty Dog, an Amazingly talented Game production company.

To start, the story sits right after he got his footing in the whole epidemic of Haven City and began working for the underground. Praxis and Errol are still running amuck but Jak is having trouble with his darker side and Keira has yet to find him. This particular chapter starts out in the heart of the slums with Jak…

Chapter 1 Pain

The light shone through the cracked and splintered window and walls around the small makeshift bed where I sat. It was early in the morning and the fumes of the cars and sewer was yet to rise from the depths of the city. Turning at the small rustling of orange fur next to me in a small pile of cloth slept Daxter. My best friend pulled the blankets around him over his head in a grunt and dug deeper into the pile with a groan. I tried to settle back to sleep but I knew that they would come back. I hated to fall asleep now, it pulls you in with the promise of rejuvenation and then it throws you into the hell hole of your mind laughing as it shuts the door. It was still so strange what had happen to me. I owe Daxter one for even saving my hide, but there is always the other ending I could have had. That last night in that shit hole Errol was going to end it, end it all. Daxter had only come it time but had he really save me or anyone for that matter? I shook my head running my hand through my gold and green hair. With a sigh I gave up on trying to fall back to sleep so I began to put my gear together and clean my gun. It must have been another hour or two until Daxter stirred to life.

"Please tell me we have food."

Glancing up to Daxter I nodded throwing him a small slice of bread that I had been nibbling on. A disappointed look stretched across Daxters face but when he looked back to me he shook it off and smiled,

"Perfect, now let's get out of here and see what Torn has to do. I'm sick and tired of being in here."

"Alright pack up and I'll get us a ride."

Daxter hopped off gathering up whatever we had while I threw the gun over my shoulders and proceeded outside. People had just begun to thicken in the streets and the cars hummed above their heads. Sneaking around the side of the building I spotted a zoomer about to pass by a small bridge. As it came over I quickly jumped up grabbing the tail end and with that momentum threw my feet at the driver who instantly began swearing up and down at me even when he fell. Throwing the gravitational switch I dove under the bridge and shut the zoomer down waiting for the panic to subside. Leaning against the zoomer I again tried to close my eyes for some kind of relief from the constant pain of my body. The toll had been done with all the Precursor knows what experiments that that Bitch Praxis had done. Looking down at my hand I could still see a trace of blood and dirt under my nails and sleeves. Turning away in disgust I looked right up to Daxter's flustered face.

"You know you have a lot of crap for being in jail you know that? An ottsel can only carry so much!"

With an exaggerated sigh Daxter tied down the role of bedding, blankets and gun supplies to the back of the zoomer. Before he had time to double check the knot and or complain I took off with a burst of speed. Daxters faint yelps of 'slow down!' and 'wait!' drained out as I passed under and over other vehicles knocking into the civilians in the street. It was a quick drive to the underground hideout and soon we were walking down the stairs. Daxter the whole time cursing at me from the shoulder plate and into my ear as the red glow around Torn's silhouette finally shut Daxter up. Torn didn't even bother looking up from the papers on his deck as he spoke,

"Your late you know that?"

"How am I supposed to know when you need me here or…"

Without warning Torn jumped from his chair and thudded a small communicator on the table. Looking straight into my eyes he hissed,

"You better damn answer that if it rings, do you understand? I don't need you getting off somewhere and not being able to get your sorry ass back here."

Daxter waved his arms mimicking Torn as he sat pulling his eyes away from us. Snickering at him I grabbed the communicator and tossed it into my pocket. After calming down Torn grumbled,

"I need you to go out and capture a supply container inside a guarded warehouse just outside of the slums. I need you to make sure that the guards are delt with before my guys pick it up. Now get out of here, I'm not paying you to stand around."

With a quick nod I quickly exited the room and made our way to the abandoned building. Once there it was just beginning to get dark. I stopped a few blocks away hoping that the cover of the night would help us get inside. Daxter slunk behind my shoulder hanging near my ear whispering,

"Damn it, I hate Torn you know that? He always is sending us on suicide missions. There is no way that one person can do this. Jak?"

"What now Daxter, I don't have time to chat so spit it out."

"Jez, why don't you pull the stick out of your ass and just wait a second?"

Snaking my head I stopped throwing my back against the building next to me I gritted my teeth. Shaking Daxter off my shoulder I harshly tossed him to the ground shoving a finger down at him,

"If you're going to bitch the whole way then you can just stay…"

Cutting me short of finishing I grasped my stomach and lurched forward against the side of the building. Closing my eyes I shut Daxter out as he tugged on my pants. I could hardly concentrate on what he was doing the pain was overwhelming. Blood rushed to my head, hands and skin as it grew. Groaning I couldn't support myself on the wall and fell to my knees. Daxter then placed his mall hands on my face trying to bring me back but I still couldn't open my eyes it was just too much. But suddenly it all stopped, the pain, the burning, the grasp of it was finally loosening. It wasn't that I was frightened of what had happened but I was scared of what would happen. I knew that feeling.

"Jak, talk to me man! Damn it Jak!"

Groaning I finally stirred trying to quiet Daxter,

"Shut up Daxter, I'm fine I just didn't get to eat anything its fine."

"Don't bullshit me, I know what that was and you need to calm down and not do this now. Torn can yell at us another day but you're not doing this here."

"We need to eat Dax, you can't even live off of what we have. Just quite complaining and let's get it done."

Standing up I could feel the pressure return just below the skin. I could feel the darkness try to rip out from under my skin. It was hard to concentrate on listening to the guards when it feels like your burning from the inside out. Choking back from screaming from the heat I could feel my limbs shake and twitch. Sweating from the heat I tried to wipe it away from my eyes as a guard circled the building. His Crimson armor cast a red glow from under a street light finally thought I was getting the pain under control so I snuck closer to the guard knowing the light would darken the surroundings. When I was less than twenty feet away the pain rushed to my legs and I dropped to the ground groaning in pain. Trying to catch myself on a large crate I only managed to throw Daxter off my shoulder a yard or two away. As I shook on the ground trying to retain some of my legs movements the guard powered up his weapon and began to walk toward us. From where I was I could see his boots, the thick spikes coming closer and closer as I tried again and again to try to stand. Daxter quickly stood and tried to run back to me but the guard stood between us now, and his round mechanical eyes searched for us.

I could tell he was smiling as he threw the butt of his gun into my teeth. Blood now sprayed from my nose and mouth as I landed on the cold ground. From when he found me till now it had began to rain and now the blood pooled out around me. Daxter had no choice but to watch me. Now and then I would be thrown to where I could look back at him staring back at me. Coughing up blood I could hear him laugh as I began to shake more violently. Another swift kick to the head sent me rolling away from him and landing into a crate. This time when the pain returned I didn't hold it back. It was as if I had been electrocuted and it slowly pulsed through me. The sudden burst of adrenaline gave me the strength to try and stand but the guard now ran toward me his boot cracking into my ribs. Screaming I fell back to my stomach and watched as my nails slowly began to grow, the long black claws pressed against my forehead as the first crack of Dark Eco crackled off my body. Groaning a growl escaped my lips as my eyes and head began to shift. Black horns jutted from my head, curved like my claws. Unlike my nails they pushed up and out of my skull and blood began to flow from the base. Teeth formed into fangs as more bones and muscle formed into a beastly frame. When I finally opened my eyes I could see a pale white monster looking back at me through the water. That's when I let go, I dashed toward the guard splitting him open at his waist and then slashed at his head. Choking on blood I dug my nails into his chest and let the electric properties of the Dark Eco finish him off. His screams attracted the other guards toward me while others ran from the monstrous roar.

The blood fell as swiftly as the rain hit the ground around me. Finally settling down I arched back off of the last of the guards that had tried to run. Each torn to pieces with their spilled blood mixing with the rain. Licking my lips I could taste their blood in my mouth against the monstrous fangs. The worst part was that it tasted, good. Licking the blood from my hand and nails a small crunch from behind me grasped my attention so I roared pouncing toward it. I had found it but with it I gasped throwing myself away from it and against a crate covering my face with my forearms claws turned out away from me. I tried to further gather myself, at least return to normal but I wasn't strong enough and frustrated I kicked my feet pushing my back further against the crate. Gasping I heard it faintly say,

"Jak...Jak is that you?"

Looking back at him I choked back the tears as Daxter stood his mouth open and arm pressing down on a gash. His eyes jumped from my blood covered claws, to blood stained clothes. He began to back away from me, he was scared of me. Trying not to look directly at him I managed to grumble as normally as I could,

"D…Daxter? Help… help me."

Unable to hold back the disgust in me I dug my fingers into my head grabbing the horns desperately trying to rip them out screaming in pain. Daxter could do nothing but stare back at a monster that was once a small mute and his best friend.

We all have demons, some just like to come out and say hello….

Well there's my first go at the first chapter of this hopefully decent story of mine, along with the borrowed characters . You can always tell me of situations that you think would be best or funny to have in the story too and I'll try to incorporate them into it also. Thanks again for reading and hopefully I will have a second Chapter.

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