Author's Note: Hey people! Sarah here. Author of the Mary-Sue-filled Urban Jungle._ I'm back, with a new story. Technically, this a Jak II fic, based not on the main characters, but on a Krimzon Guard, Lakken, and his revengeful girlfriend, Syrian.

Summary: ..Uh, a Krimzon Guard, is sent to the Metal-Head war. Takes place when Jak escapes. Syrian vows to kill him.and..yeah.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Syrian and Lakken and the little ball of fuzz, Pin(tel) (ROCK ON, POTC! Hey, next fic. POTC, Jak II style). One day, I shall own Naughty Dog, and Jak..^^

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Hora-quan. Those words poison me, sicken me. Hora-quan. The Metal-Heads. Curse them.

"Are you coming back?"

"Yes. Of course."

"When?"

"When it's all over."

I stand in outside the gates, leading beyond the shields. I cling desperately to Lakken. I don't want him to leave, again. But I know he has to. It hurts, really. He looks down at me, with deep, brown eyes, smiling, but crying. He holds my face in his hands and wipes away my tears.

"Shush. The war will end, and I'll return, carrying the Metal-Head Leader's head, just for you." He smiles warmly, but I can tell he doesn't want to leave either. He curses the Baron. Baron Praxis.

"But can't they send that 'Dark Warrior' into the war?" I ask, plead, my eyes blurred, but I know the answer. It's painful to speak. My throat is dry from all my wailing for hours before, when we first heard the news.

"He's gone. He broke through the security systems and killed some guards, remember?"

The siren wails, and the Guard begin falling in line, guns prepped.

"Be brave, my dear Syrian. I love you," he sighs, and puts a large hand on my slender shoulder.

The war is starting. I sniffle once, and Lake's hand wipes away my tears again. The siren howls again, and without warning, he pulls me close. We share a passionate kiss, and he leaves. I stand transfixed, my hand on the chain around my neck. He pulls on his mask, and leaves. Loud clunks fill the quiet silence. I sigh. There's a heavy burden on my chest, and I can't seem to lift it. He's gone, now. And nothing will fill that void again.

I swear revenge.

I swear to kill the Dark One. He should be in this war, not my Lakken.

I'll kill him.

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End Note: All right! Prologue done! What y'all think? Comments welcome. And, no, the whole thing isn't going to be written in this perspective, unless y'all think I should.