15 Hours Chapter 1:
Prologue
AN: Well, this is my first fanfic that I am writing and hopefully not my last. So please, if you will, R&R.
It was a pretty normal day in Haven City. Well, as normal as it can get with all the stuff that has happened over the past few years. Of course most people didn't know the half of what really happened except for the wars with the Metalheads and the Dark Makers. Only a select few knew that the secret of the Precursors was solved; or that they were actually living with three. And no one would ever guess who they were because they would even believe it if they were told. Why would they? They were expecting these all and powerful looking beings and not some little, fuzzy, talking animals they know as Ottsels.
Any way, I'm getting off track. Like I said earlier, it was a normal day and the gang was hanging out at the Naught Ottsel bar in the port. The bar was pretty infamous in the city (mostly because it was run by two rodents). Daxter and his girlfriend, Tess, ran the successful business and it was pretty packed this morning. Apparently, a lot of the townsfolk like to drink before they get to work as well as after it. Of course, Daxter would never complained about this extra business he was getting. In fact, he had nothing to complain about in his life. He had a pretty and smart woman, his dream job, helped save the universe, and, of course, pants. According to him, nothing could put him down now. And just like that, a man came running into the bar.
"Hey everyone!", he screamed. "You have to take a look at this." Just like that, everyone ran out of the bar, including Daxter. Once the got out, a large group of people were crowding around something, but there were too many people for anyone in the back to see what they were all staring at.
"What happened?" Daxter asked the man who ran into the bar. He was about to answer, but as soon as he looked at Daxter, he stopped himself and thought for a second.
"It's probably best if you see for yourself," was his reply when he finally spoke. Why? was all Daxter thought about. Since he was so small, he was able to squeeze his way through the legs of the crowed. When he reached the front, he couldn't believe what he saw. In the center of the crowed was an unconscious, severely bleeding, half-dead ottsel. But I thought the only precursors in Haven and Spargus were Tess, Veger, and myself. As he was thinking this, the other ottsel started to stir and eventually wake up; but only barely. Daxter immediately ran over to him to see how bad his injuries were.
"Oh my god," was all Daxter could mutter out when he saw the injuries first-hand. Blood was gushing out everywhere and he could almost see bone in some places. "Someone call an ambulance!" As soon as he shouted that, Daxter could feel something pulling on his leg. It was the other ottsel, and it looked like he was trying to say something.
"What time is it," he mannaged to get out of his mouth.
"You shouldn't talk right now. Just try to conserve your energy so..."
"Just tell me the time!" Daxter was astonished that he not only cared about what time it was in his condition, but managed to scream like that with those wounds.
"It just turned 6 a few minutes ago."
"a.m. or p.m.?"
"a.m." As soon as he said that, the ottsel looked to have a sigh of relief and worry at the same time.
"Listen carefully to what I say." Daxter leaned closer to the dying man. "You only have fifteen hours before, Haven, City, and, Spargus......" was all he could say before he past out again. Just seconds later, the ambulance arrived.
AN: That's the end of the prologue. Just so you know, I don't know where I'm going with this yet except that each chapter will be a one hour time frame. So if you have any ideas of what should happen or state things that I should improve on, put it in form of a review. I accept anonymous reviews.