Hey everyone! Jak and Torn is by far my favorite pairing in the franchise, so I'm gonna have a ton of fun doing this one.
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That elf. I could never tell with him. The always cold and disconnected look on his face, the way he'd give us bad news the same way he'd give us good news, and the way he treated us. I never knew with him. That first moment, when I met him, I felt some sort of attraction to him. When we locked eyes for the first time, he looked at me as if I was just another civilian in the city of Haven- and I loved that the most. He never treated me any different than anyone else. He didn't treat me like I was some hero in the fight against Praxis, or the only hope against the Metal Heads; he treated me like I was just anyone else, and I appreciated that the most.
In recent times, its been hard to stay around him. I want him to know the way I feel about him, and deep down it kills me to know he'll never feel the same way about me. He'll never look at me the way he looks at Ashelin. He'll never smile at me, hug me, kiss me, or hold me. I've never felt the same way about anyone else. I promise.
"Jak, what the hell are you standing around for! Get back in the armory, and put back all the ammunition your stupid ottsel spilled all over the floor!" Torn yelled, waking me up from my thoughts. He nudged my shoulder, making me fall, as I wasn't expecting it. I landed with a thud, and stood up quickly, and pushed Torn back.
"I'm not a fucking kid! Don't treat me like one!" I yelled back, pushing Torn a little harder. I surprised himself a little with the outburst. All my thoughts about Torn in the recent events made me tense and on edge continuously
"I'm your commander, and you'll do as I say." He grabbed my collar, and pulled me closer to him. I quietly whimpered at his rough touch, and was surprised at how close he brought me to him. I could feel his hot breath, and it felt so good to finally be close to him for once, even if it was like this.
"Now, get to work." He said again, pushing me to the side as he walked away. I looked at him walk away, and quietly sighed. He'd never feel the way I feel towards him. Never.
With that, I slumped my head down and walked back to where Daxter made his mess. There were bullets and magazines all over the floor of our tiny makeshift armory, which was more like a storage closet. It took me a while, but I finally did it. I organized the bullets, magazines and cartridges in boxes and set them aside.
I slumped onto the floor, and buried my face in my hands, tired, and stressed out from all that happened. Torn walked by, though, but I didn't notice him. He kicked my shoe as he walked passed me, and snickered to himself. "Watch it, pretty boy." he said, obviously pleased with himself.
Filled with pent up emotions, annoyance and rage, I got up, and pushed him against a wall. I pinned his wrists back, and began yelling at him. His look of utter surprise didn't stop me from what I was about to say. "I get that I'm an outsider, but for once, try to understand that I'm a fucking person too! Why are you acting like this towards me lately?" I was surprised again at myself, but continued to hold the taller man against the stone wall. He, however, was much stronger than me, and pinned me against the wall opposite to us.
Torn put his hand on my throat. "Do you not realize the stress I'm under! We're not one step closer to killing Praxis, and the Metal Heads are still out there! And you, you're doing shit for us!" I whimpered slightly at his tone, as I'd never heard Torn yell at me in this capacity.
"What do you mean! I'm the one who always volunteers, I'm the one who fixes up other people's fuck ups! You don't even notice I'm here half the time, do you? I'm just another expendable mercenary for your own gain!" I struggled against his grip, but it was no use- he was stronger and taller than me. I felt like if he squeezed my wrists any harder, he was gonna break them. The look of anger and frustration on my face turned into one of fear and submission, as I realized I wasn't winning this one.
He slowly let up on me, and finally let me go. I rubbed my hands and wrists when I go ahold of them again, and looked at Torn. He looked at me once, and mumbled something, I can't remember what. He walked away, his footsteps sounding throughout the base. I could tell he went to the roof.
Thinking I was alone, I began to cry quietly, rubbing my eyes with my hands. I hadn't cried in so long. I slid down the wall, and sat down in the same place Torn held me against. 'Why does he hate me so much?' I thought, my sobbing growing increasingly louder. I didn't realize that Tess was there, and that she'd heard the whole thing.
"It's not you, you know." she said softly, sitting down next to me. She put her arm around me, seeing as I was crying.
"I'm fine, I don't care about him." I said, trying to reassure myself of it.
"Well, those tears tell me otherwise." She pulled my hands down from my face, and saw how red my cheeks were. "You're really upset about this Jak. Since when did you ever care about Torn?" she asked, sounding genuine
"It's nothing. He's just never screamed at me like that before." I stood up, and looked back at Tess. "Tess, thanks." She silently nodded at me, as I walked upstairs, retracing Torn's footsteps. He'd only go to the roof when he was upset or needed time to think. Whatever the case may be, I needed to talk to him. When I arrived on the roof after a few minutes, I saw him dangling his legs off the roof, sitting on the edge. I quietly crept up to him, and sat next to him.
I hugged my knees close to me, and looked at the tattooed elf.
"Torn?" I asked, silently
"What." he said blankly
"I have something to tell you."
CLIFFHANGER! I'm sorry about that, I just thought it was a good way to end. Hope you enjoyed, and thanks for reading! Cheers!
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