One slip up
Keira's view
One day it would all go wrong.
One day Jak the man she loved would die.
It probably wouldn't even be for a good reason.
Sooner or later Jak would have his gun jam or loose his footing or hell just sneeze at the wrong time.
And then claws would sink into his chest or the blast would tear through him or the enemy would pin him down and he'd die.
Or maybe it would be just down to old age, or he'd be ill one day or his back up wouldn't be there.
Just one slip up.
Jak's view
Jak vaulted the boulder and ducked down as the metal heads shots basted into and around the rock.
Just one slip up and I'll die.
One day I'll run out of ammo or miss the enemy behind me or run out of eco and I'll die.
One day they'll use good tactics or take me by surprise or simply get me by weight of numbers.
And maybe I won't die cleanly maybe I'll just be injured so that I can't handle the next problem as well, wound after would growing more sever until I was a bundle or rags and bones.
And when that happened everyone else would die to.
One day
Jak's grip on his gun loosened and he sank closer to the ground…before rising up again leaping over his shield and firing.
But not today and not tomorrow.
I will not die from my wounds, I'll die in bed an old man.
Because I will not allow anyone to stop me protecting the people I love.
One day I'll slip up…
Not a chance in hell