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Welcome to my first Fanfiction! this is your Captain LiveOutLoud143, speaking, and I will guide you through this journey of epicness!
Well, at least I hope so. After all this is my first one. So, please tell me how I did, if you liked it. So on so forth...
Enjoy! And welcome to the adventure!
Disclaimer: I don't own Jak and Daxter. If I did, Jak would have a different love interest...
It was a day like no other...
The sky was clear and bright; a once in a blue moon sight. The two stars that seemed to show themselves around our planet circled shone brightly, while slight remainders of clouds or smog lingered here or there. People were going on as they were; to work, to shop, to play, to bargain, to terrorize,it didn't matter. Something today just seemed lively.
I was running some errands for my parents. My older brother trodding beside me. Mom and Dad always told us to go together to places. Telling us the the men in red would snatch us away, or that we would become snacks to Metal Heads, or sold by a Lurker...
Whatever the case, we were there to protect each other
And that day, we needed each other the most.
Suddenly screams filled the air around me, fire quickly blocked my path as I heard that sentence that changed my life forever.
"Metal Heads have breached the Outer Ring! They're in the city!"
My brother dragged us backwards, away from the screams filling the sky. The streets began to run red, or was it my imagination? Was it really blood?
Suddenly, my brother's hand wasn't there anymore.
I was faced with a wall of fire mixed with blood, my family seemed to be engrained in to the flames, rising with every agonizing scream that replaced the air. Metal Heads waltzed out of the flames and surrounded me, licking their jaws and showing their dangerously sharp fangs, and were practically crawling on their bellies preparing for the final attack...
"WAKE UP, SLEEPING BEAUTY!"
I practically leaped out of my bed. Landing face first on the floor. Above me I heard Livy's bellowing laughter. I let out a small growl, and moved some of the stray pieces of hair out of my face so that I could look at the face of my next victim.
Olivia Brakhart, my friend and room mate, was still in her night ware consisting of a tank top and a pair of shorts with her big brown eyes glowing, curly brown hair up in a messy bun, face free of make-up, and completely free of any and all weaponry.
I let out a devious smile, "And you think that you're getting away with that why?" She put on her "all-knowing-Livy" look.
"Probably since Torn left a message for you..." I jumped off of the floor, knowing what this was about.
I met Torn through who people call "The Shadow" after he had saved me from the wreak that is now called Dead Town. After my family died from the Metal Head attack, I've tried to make a life. Well... Two things wrong with that sentence.
One; when I mean make a life, that basically means get along with what's been given to me. In exchange for my services to the Underground, I get free housing and money for food with no strings attached.
Two;maybe, and a BIG maybe, not all of my family is dead. Only my parents names were registered in the records of lives lost in the "Dead Town" episode. My brother, James, name was never recorded. Making it possible that he survived, a VERY LOW possibility that he MAY have actually survived the attack.
Who knows? Me and a few others were lucky, maybe so he was too.
I reached my communicator and pressed "replay message" on the screen.
"Krys. It's Torn," I held a quick breath...The way he said those words made my stomach churn.
"I'm sorry. The records that Vin was able to get have nothing on your brother... Vin's come," Torn began to sound hesitant as he released a heavy sigh, I quickly closed my eyes, "He's come to the conclusion that your brother was reported as... "Unidentifiable","my stomach nearly lurched out of my stomach and tears pricked on the inside of my lids as the description came to my mind. Images and memories of my former home ran in my mind. I knew and saw first hand what happened to people caught in the heart of Metal Head slaughters.
"I'm afraid we can't continue the search Krystall... I'm so sorry." The message ended, and I lowered my head.
It was seven years two months ago when it happened. When Dead Town was attacked, when I witnessed the slaughter of innocent people.
When I lost my family.
I squeezed my eyes as hard as I would allow it. You're stronger than that. It's okay. You expected this...
I didn't expect that we would stop...
Suddenly arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders over my chest and a head resting against mine, giving me a reassuring squeeze.
"I know it's hard. Remember I'm here, okay?" I gave a fake smile before turning around. My eyes once again free of threatening tears.
"So," I began to ask Olivia, "Do you recall the rude awakening you gave me?"
"Solider Walkker, reporting," I state as I walk through the hallway, and into the small meeting room of the Underground. I try to ignore the fact that just a couple hours ago, Torn, who is sitting at the desk in the middle of the room, had told me that the search for my elder brother was canceled. After,I had chased my roommate around the world and back, I had gotten dressed in my long-sleeve black shirt, my brown vest, a pair of worn out jeans, some steel-toed boots, and made my way over here to work.
I could see Torn do a double take at the corner of my eye, and walk up beside me as I set up a bunk with my stuff.
"What are you doing here?"
"Working," I do a sarcastic eye roll for good measure, "Duh."
"You don't need to be here." Torn says, picking up some of the things that are already in their place on the bed, and putting them in my arms.
"Torn," I say exasperated, "People need me in here. You know I'm the only healer in the Underground here who doesn't throw up whenever they have to deal with Green Eco... Well besides the Shadow that is."
Torn continues to glare at me, and I sigh, rubbing my face with my hands.
"Look, I need this. I can't... I-It distracts me, ya know?"
That brought a wall down. Torn closes his eyes and heaves a deep sigh. Although I don't know everything, I know that being an Ex-Krimzon Guard comes with it's own ghosts. We've always had that mutual understanding that way. We've both seen sides of this war that people should have never had to experience, and that others should really know.
Thus the expression, "curiosity killed the cat", becomes literal.
Torn gives a slight nod, and I take that as my leave. however, Torn sees differently. Like always.
"I need you back on the field, Krys," I stop in front of a door, THE door, as everyone else calls it. Because everyone in the Underground has seen the room on the other side of this door, at least once.
"I can't. I lost it, Torn, and unless you find my brother, dead or alive, I don't think I could get it back."
I close the door and look around the infirmary. Men and women sit on the floor with minor injuries. A broken arm, gashes, burns, gunshot wounds. That's the normal. A few others laid on the stretchers that we had. A few machines hooked into them, but not enough. We had very insignificant technology to help them. All we could really do to help was load them with as much Green Eco as they could handle and hope they make it through.
Don't get me wrong! They usually do, but unless your body could handle that large amount of Eco, you were never the same. Most of the time, we see them a week or so later ( as what happens with most of my patients), but a body could only take so much Eco before it becomes immune or rejects it all together. Once this happens, we begin to call families and friends.
I sigh. Remembering the day's when I helped my mother, who was an apothecary If I could have had more time with her, I could help them more. I do what I can, and with what I have, and I save lives because of it.
It's around two AM now... And it's been a long day. All I can't wait for now, instead of a new bottle of disinfectant and gazes, is sweet slumber.
I come to where my bunk is made for me, but not before a slight movement catches my eyes as I turn to the desk.
Torn's head lies on it's flat surface, and I don;t know why I didn't notice his load snoring while on entry. His arm, outstretched before him with a pun hanging lazily out. The only movement coming from him is the slight rise and fall of his chest.
It's not him, but a small child, tan with blonde hair and the biggest blue eyes you will ever see, was shaking Torn, trying to wake him up. I look closely at the boy, his eyes skittish, and flighty.
"Hey,"I say calmly to get his attention. He turns sharply in my direction, but his once frightened eyes turns to relief when he sees me, and runs into my open arms. Once I pick him up, I feel his shoulders shake slightly. He probably had a nightmare. Then, I carefully move across the floor, with him in my arms before laying both of our bodies down together on the slightly stiff mattress, and begin to try and hush his cries.
"It's alright, Kid. you're safe now. You're safe here"
This is my beginning. My exposition. My story.
And it's about to get crazier than a Yakow in mating season.