There he sat on the metal beam lying on the groundwith his face in his hands, hunched over. He couldn't look at the sight in front of him but he couldn't close his eyes either; or he will be there, laughing at him. After several minutes of sitting there with the blood on his hands staining his face, he brought up the courage to stand up and walk. To where exactly he didn't no and it didn't matter anyway, there was no place to go. He had destroyed any safe haven for himself.
Haven… over the last several years of his life, he learned what a moronic and sarcastic word it was. He kept on walking, his eyes straight ahead until he almost tripped and was forced to see what it was. A little girl dead. In what was once a blue dress, but was now stained in her own blood. His eyes seared with the sight and he quickly picked up his journey to nowhere. He tried to keep his mind as blank and null as he could but he was not one to have mastery over the mind, if he did this might not have happened.
Images poured in, things that would drive any ordinary man insane just by the sight. But it didn't have that effect on him, for he was already insane. But he was still logical enough to know what they meant, to know why it was flooding his mind.
He was doing this to him, taunting and torturing him. He was trying to get out again but he couldn't. So they took off running, battling each other as they ran. Eventually they ran to a working hover bus, and one took control and started to pilot it. His only destination was also the only place that could save him but was also a place that had let him down before. Before the bus landed on the sandy ground, they where out the door, still fighting for dominance on what they both considered their property.
The doors to the giant edifice slid open and the stone halls echoed his screams and footsteps. He was losing control but he still fought for a little extra time. He reached the destination, a massive room with three aliens looking headed statues residing, each facing a different way. Immediately, the closes statue awakened its glowing eyes before it could speak, he yelled "Please, you must get this out of me, I can't handle this anymore".
The Statue must have seen the urgency and immediately replied "I am sorry great warrior; the darkness can not be removed". The great warrior fell to the ground gripping his head and whispered "Then there's only one way out, going to hell would be a haven compared to this" There was that word again.
"We can not allow one such as you to do that, you are far too great and important to be reduced to that" The statue echoed.
"Then what should I do!" The warrior stood up now with his face screwed shut and his fist clenched "I can't hold this beast, and you can't help me"
"We never said that! The darkness can not be removed but its power can. You feed it with your anger and hatred but with out that the darkness is weak but still there." The statue quickly explained
"How are you supposed to get rid of my anger and hate with out getting rid of me. My very soul is consumed now. Not even you guys can clean it." The once upon a time hero yelled
"Then we must get rid of what dirties your soul, we must get rid of your past. But know this, once this is done you will not be the man you are now nor can you go back. Do you agree with this?" The figure said.
In desperation the man yelled "Yes, anything. I can't stand what I am like now. Just get rid of me." With that, a holy light engulfed the warrior, granting his most desperate wish and sending the once great man to his doom, only to be reborn anew. But just before the lights went out and the darkness faded, he was allowed one last thought; one last memory. 'Jak'.