Teral: Yes! Finally! You're uploading my story!

Yeah, about that...

Teral: What?

...-ahem-...

Warning!!

The following story has a lot of blood and gore! It's level of said stuff is at least on par with Yu Yu Hakusho. If you cannot handle such amounts, it is suggested you stop reading now!

Teral: Why the hell'd you tell them!?

Laret: albino chocobo doesn't own Jak and Daxter, but does own Teral...which sounds very wrong.

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They're looking at me again. I don't need to open my eyes to know that. Which is good, since the computer would pick up that movement and record it. That's the last thing I want.

But I suppose I'm getting ahead of myself. I'd tell you my name if I had one. I've been floating in this tube for as long as I can remember. No, that's not true. I remember things I've never seen, but that's not right either. I used to be called Maia, and my brother was the sage of dark eco. But I'm not really Maia; I just have all her memories and basic shape, if you don't count the tail, wings and claws.

Maia and her brother fell into dark eco long ago. Though that means instant death, it seems her conscious somewhat survived and has been drifting in it ever since. And Errol came across it when the Baron discovered the silos. I'm basically the stabilized dark eco that she became. I've heard him say that I'm his pet project, in case the Dark Warrior program failed. From the way he threatens his scientists, I'd guess that the Baron doesn't know about me. As if I'm going to listen to whatever he says like some mindless killing machine. I guess he made a mistake and gave me a rebellious teenager's personality. That's why I've been floating here completely still: it's the only way I can rebel against him right now.

I haven't heard anything about the Dark Warrior program; even if they do talk about it, they don't do it within earshot of me. Which is indeed something, since my hearing is much better than any human's. I have periodically heard a boy screaming in pain, and I can only guess that he is part of this as well. There were some other people's screams, but they have long since faded away.

However, there is one thing bothering me. You can't recreate life with only a few strands of Dark Eco soaked DNA no matter how technologically advanced you are. You'd need to use another living body to accept the DNA and place it higher than the body's own genetic code in its pecking order. But, it would probably have to be done slowly so as not to overwhelm the host or damage the body. If that is the case, I admit I'm mildly curious as to who they used. They probably hadn't done it of their own free will, since my guess is that the procedure would be extremely painful or something along those lines. Whatever they did must've made the host lose her memories; I only remember Maia's memories. I'm fairly certain the host was a girl, since my figure is definitely feminine.

I've been planning my escape carefully. Right now I'm in some sort of sack, a leather-like eggshell. I know it's there, I've felt it brush me several times. When I'm strong enough, I'll break through the sack, kill any scientists that are in the room(and Errol if I'm lucky), then proceed as quietly as I can out of the palace, killing any guards that see me. I'll create a small energy field of dark eco that'll short out any surveillance cameras that are close enough. I get a thrill wondering how Errol will explain all the dead guards. If I come across the boy, I'll take him with me, but that doesn't seem very likely. I've heard footsteps echo almost infinitely through corridors, so it must be a pretty big place. Not that I care. If I get lost, I'll just end up killing more guards on my way out.

All I have to do now is be perfectly still and bide my time till I feel strong enough. Keeping still won't be a problem; I've never moved, and you can't miss what you never had. I've heard Errol call me the 'Demonic Angel', since he believes I will be their saving grace. But in order to be an angel, you have to be born from the light, right? I was born from the darkness, so I think 'Angelic Demon' would better suit me. It doesn't really matter, though. Time is on my side, and by the time these bastards realize it, it'll be far too late.

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Wahhhhhh, I wrote curse words!!

Teral: Oh shut it. This is my story and you're going to have to fairly represent me with all of my language.

(sniff)This is my first first-person-viewed fic. Please don't be too harsh.

Laret: Please read and review!