Author's notes:
Hey! This is my first fan fic so please be nice. I appreciate everyone who's reviewed so far! Thanks! I have just redone this chapter combining The Crying Woman with the Hellstorm and Decisions, Decisions. That's why it is so long now. I also made some changes, took things out, added some details, changed some words around ect. You get the idea. I did this for the current 6 chapters, which now are the current 5 chapters. Please read more of the story! I really appreciate it:D
The Hellstorm
"Please, help me!" a woman clung onto his shirt with a slight death-grip, her face pale and she was streaming with tears, "find my little Sandi! Please mister Jak, sir! Please!"
"I can't just go out into a sand storm this hectic. It's getting worse by the second. If I go out there, I'll get killed." Jak tried to get the woman off of him as best he could without hurting her.
"But, my little Sandi, she's only four years old. I don't want to lose her, I don't want to lose my baby!" she sobbed, "please at least try to look for her. Please!" She fell to her knees, begging, holding her head in her hands.
Jak looked at his orange, cat like friend on his shoulder then at the woman who now clung to his pants. "Dax, I've got to help. If I don't, she'll probably be following me all day. Besides, she's making a scene." He gestured to all the people around them staring at them with disapproving looks.
"Well Jak, all I have to say is good luck because I aint going out into a storm like this one, you wont find me looking like scrambled eggs." He jumped off his friend's shoulder and started to walk away.
"But Dax, you've always came with me into dangerous situations like this. C'mon, come with me." Jak pleaded.
"Jak, all the other times didn't include a vortex of sandy doom that would 'tare your flesh from your very bones' as your dear ol daddy said." Daxter said, not even turning to face Jak as he said it.
"But Dax…sigh alright, but wait for me by the gates." He looked at his best friend for what might be the last time.
Daxter turned to face Jak, put his hands at his side and said, "Okay buddy. Just promise me you'll come back in one piece."
"Sure thing Dax."
"Hurry mister Jak! My daughter!" The woman cried.
"Don't worry mamm, I'll bring your daughter back safe and sound!" Jak said while running towards the gates for the Slam Dozer.
"Be careful buddy." Daxter said, looking towards Jak, afraid he would never see his best buddy ever again.
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Jak ran towards the Slam Dozer, as it was the most capable for dealing with this immense of a storm. He jumped into the car, flipped his goggles over his eyes, and quickly started it up. He put the gas petal to the metal as the gates opened up for him.
I hope I can find her, Jak thought to himself as he drove out the gate into the hellish sandstorm.
The wind slowed the already heavy tank-like car down but Jak kept driving. All he could see from his car seat was a wall of sand for as far as he could see. He tried not to stray far from the gate because he did not want to get lost. After about ten minutes, the sandstorm was starting to take its toll on Jak; he could start to feel his face and arms stinging. He knew he could not stay out there much longer.
He was trying to find his way back to Spargus City when a black cloth flew into his face. Jak lost control of the car, fighting against the wind to get the cloth off his face. The wind blew the car over on top of him, crushing his ribs, breaking one of his arms. He finally managed to brake free of the car's grasp and tried to crawl back to the city but it was extremely difficult and painful for him due to the wind, sand, and his new injuries. To make matters worse, he was loosing lots of blood.
He was pushed back from the wind, landing on his back, no, his jet board! He then remembered he had it with him; he could ride that back to the city. He got up, took it off his back, started it up, hopped on and headed for the city.
He struggled the entire way back to the city. The wind, knocking him off several times. Loosing contiousness at times, feeling light headed, vision blurring, he hoped he would make it in time to keep his promise to Daxter. He finally made it to the gates and fell off the jet board just as he entered the city gates. "I made it." He said, bleeding badly and struggling to breathe.
The woman came running up to him, "Mister Jak, did you find my daughter, my little Sandi?" she asked, almost crying with a slight smile. Her hands together, hoping, praying he found some sign her daughter was still alive.
"Jak!" Daxter ran towards Jak as fast as he could, "Jak, are you okay buddy?"
"I couldn't find her." Jak said, kneeling on the floor, coughing and wheezing, clutching his chest with his left hand. He now looked at his friend and said in a weak voice, "And now I need to get to..a….hosp..i…tal." Jak fell forward, unconscious.
"Jak!" Daxter Screamed, grabbing his friend's shirt, "Jak buddy, wakeup. C'mon Jak, you've been injured worse than this before! Well…maybe…you haven't but you can make it through this. Right?"
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In the hospital, Jak's friends were waiting for him in the waiting room. Daxter was pacing, irritated of waiting so long for his best friend to get out of the urgent care room.
"Daxter, quit pacing, you're making me nervous!" an old man with a log in his hair said.
"Well old, green, and greasy, that makes two of us."
"Making who nervous about what?"
Everyone looked up to see Jak standing in bandages and a pair of pants. He had his left arm in a sling, bandages around his head, neck, chest and right arm. His pants had tons of new holes in them but all his friends cared about was that he was all right.
"Jak!" a blue haired young lady got out of her seat and immediately hugged Jak as hard as she could to make sure he was really there and safe.
"Not the chest!" Jak wailed out in pain with her hugging him so hard, a shot of pain went through his entire body hurting him severely.
"Oh! I'm so sorry Jak, I…I didn't mean, I forgot, I…"
Jak put a finger on her mouth to stop her from continuing the sentence. "Keira, it's okay."
"Jak! What's wrong with you? You could have gotten killed! Your never going to learn are you?" The man with the log in his hair said as he stood up. Holding a staff in his right hand.
"Samoa, I'm fine, besides, it's only a broken arm…and five broken ribs, and partial internal bleeding."
"What were you doing out there anyway Jak?" a man with a tattoo on his face asked while getting out of his seat.
"Yes, please tell us why you went to your fatal demise." Said a monkey bird that was perched on a chair.
"A mother in the street came up to me and was on her knees, begging me to save her daughter."
"You had to go and get yourself almost killed?" Samos asked.
"I'm sorry okay?" Jak tried to defend himself.
"Well, the storm's over if you want to continue your search." The tattooed man said.
"Thanks Torn, C'mon Dax, let's go!"
Keira grabbed his unslung arm to stop him, "Jak, you aren't going if only Daxter is going with you."
"Hey, I'm reliable!" Daxter said in an annoyed voice.
"You are very injured Jak. If you pass out from loss of blood again, someone as puny as Daxter couldn't drag you back to the city." Samos added
Jak grabbed Daxter's tail as he tried to get Samos back for the comment. "Okay, I guess I can't argue with you guys. Torn, go get Sig. I kinda lost the Slam Dozer to the storm. It might be upside down or buried."
"I don't think that just Sag and I can lift the Slam Dozer. You know how heavy that car is?" Torn said.
"Than ask Cleaver to help you guys. Keira, you coming too?" Jak asked to try and avoid more people yelling at him.
Of course I am. Who else is going to make sure you keep out of trouble?" Keira said.
"Hey, where's my jet board?" Jak asked, remembering he used that to get back to the city. He let go of Daxter's tail.
"It's right here," the monkey bird said, pointing to an almost destroyed item on another empty chair.
"Thanks Pecker, I...think..." Jak said, picking it up and watching the sand poor out of the engines.
Daxter walked up to the chair and jumped on the one next to it," We found this attached to your gun holster." He held up a piece of black cloth for Jak to see.
"That's what flew into my face and made me lose control of the car." Jak said, picking the piece up. "This is animal skin."
"Yes, but from what, we don't know." Samos said.
"Samos, could you find out what this is from?" Jak asked, handing the cloth to him.
"Not that this isn't fun and all, discussing random things but, could we get a move on?" Daxter complained.
"Everyone got what they're supposed to do?" Jak asked.
"Yeah!" Keira said, "you, me, Daxter, and Pecker go look for that little girl while Torn, Sig, and Kleiver go look for the truck, and my dad will find out what animal that piece of leather came from."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I didn't know bird brain was coming with us, why cant he go help Samos?" Daxter said, pointing toward him.
"Could we just go now?" Jak asked, pointing towards the hallway.
"Yeah, come on guys, let's go!" Keira said, walking towards the hallway to exit the hospital.