Preface
It was a cold place I was in, like I couldn't run away from anyone or anything. Pitch black. I was pretty sure I was dead. Then I felt a bite followed by stinging pain. I couldn't be dead, but then I couldn't be alive. I was crushed by a vehicle. Then the pain started. I screamed, but I couldn't hear myself. Was I in Hell? I tried to scream louder, but to no avail. I was stuck, alone, in my head…
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I lay on the beach of Spargus city as the waves crashed hypnotically against the shore. The sun shone interminably on my face making me feel sleepy. Doing nothing made me think. Thinking was never a good thing for me because I only thought of the heartrending memories of my past. One thing I always thought about was about all the people who had been killed and how I somehow felt conscientious. This brought up Damas. My father who suffered a terrible death and I feel I am to blame. It's been about a year now, but I really can't get over it. My only family was dead and gone.
We held a ceremony for his death, to pay our last respects. We tried to locate his corpse, but it was gone. Vanished. I shouldn't think so much because I get too depressed. So I closed my eyes and drifted into unconsciousness.
"Jak!" I heard somebody scream. I tried to yell back but nothing. My voice was gone. I was mute again. "Jak, wake up!"
I shot up to see Daxter by my side. I had sand in my hair and all over my face mixed with drool. Gross.
"Ugh, what Dax?" I said a little bothered.
"I have been looking for you all day," He paused. "You got a little stuff…" He said motioning a wiping motion on his cheek. I wiped the drool off my side a little ennui.
"For what?" I asked.
"Sig wanted us to go out to the monk temple and check out something. He said a couple people went out there, but none returned so-"
"So he wants us to check it out. I know the drill." I said with a hint of enthusiasm. One of my reasons of living was killing bad guys and saving people. I liked to help people out, I guess. It was twilight out. I had slept all day.
I walked to the garage with my faithful companion on my shoulder and there I ran into Kleiver. Always a joy, I thought sarcastically.
"You nippers better not ruin me vehicles." He warned with his Australian drawl. I rolled my eyes and tried to shut him out, as I always do.
"You'll ruin it if you sit in it, fatso." I retorted. That's weird because usually Daxter is the one with all the comebacks. It feels good to bite back. He growled which made me wonder if he was a mutt in his past life. I laughed a little to myself and hopped into the vehicle.
We approached the monk temple. It was a bit eerie at night and I was always a little nervous doing any missions, but I'd never tell. I liked doing missions; it was like a guilty pleasure.
"This place gives me the creeps." Daxter said with a shudder. I remained quiet as I always am. I'm a man of a few words so I don't talk that much.
"So what exactly are we looking for?" I questioned.
"Anything out of the ordinary." He whispered.
"Then I think we found it." I replied. He turned his head in my direction to see the horror. It was a bloody mess. Limbs were torn apart, blood spattered on the walls, and footprints. "What the fuck?" I whispered to myself. Then we heard a hissing noise from behind us. I turned around slowly. We were face to face with nothing. I turned around and WHAM! I was knocked to the wall with Daxter by my side. "Stay right there Daxter!" I yelled. I looked at the thing that knocked me to the wall. It looked human, but covered in blood from head to toe. It grinned baring to fangs. Its eye's full of contempt. This was something that I had not encountered before. It wasn't a metal head, it wasn't a dark maker, and it wasn't human. It snarled, ready to attack. I took out my gun and cocked it.
"Come on you motherfucker." I said, intense.
"You think that gun is going to kill me?" It replied, friendly but sinister. I was shocked. It talked.
"If it doesn't, I will." I said menacingly. It laughed and replied.
"You can never warn them." And it jumped towards me. I dodged it and it knocked into the walls. Then I got pissed and I transformed into my dark self. It looked at me full of shock. I grinned evilly, the dark part of my brain taking over. Taking over my eye sight, making everything and angry blur. I jumped at it, clawing its face and knocking it down. It put up a good fight, but in the end I ended up ripping its head off. I transformed back. I was covered in blood, my clothes ruined. I had a gash on my arm and it bled profusely. I ripped off a part of my sleeve and used it as a tourniquet.
I lost a lot of blood because next thing I knew I blacked out hearing Daxter shout my name.
