Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN JAK AND DAXTER SO DON'T SUE ME!(Or come to my house in the middle of the night with a knife because I will sue you. If you don't cut my phone line of course.)
OKAY! Here we go:
Jak felt the claw pierce right into his chest. The metal head growled in delight as it wrenched its claw free of Jaks body. Blood poured down from the wound as Jak switched his gun to Vulcan mode and wiped out the rest of the metal heads in the Beor mountain temple.
Once the last of the metal head bodies disappeared, Jak slumped against the wall and slid down to the floor. He gasped for breath as pain spread throughout his body. Gingerly, he slipped a hand under his shirt and moved it upward until he hand touched moist blood. A sudden horrible pain shot through him as everything around him started to spin. As everything started to swim together Jak saw orange meld itself into the fray of swimming matter before he fell into the inky blackness clouding around the edges of his mind.
"Jak? JAK!" Daxter yelled as he shook Jak's limp form. "Jak what the hell happened? Say something, damn it!" Daxter shrieked. During the fight, Daxter had gotten ripped off of jaks shoulder and thrown out into the water mote surrounding the area by the temple of the lens in the mountains. He had just had time to grab onto the ledge before being completely submerged in the icy water. He managed to drag himself out during which he heard a yell of pain from Jak. Daxter ran as fast a he could back to the scene were he had left jaks shoulder. He arrived to see Jak lean against the wall, a look of utmost pain on his face, then slide down to remain motionless on the temple floor. That was when Daxter ran over and tried to call Jak. But nothing worked. Daxter didn't know what to do. He fumbled with jaks belt than he pulled out the communicator and punched in the dials to get Sig. Daxter frantically paced as he stared at the communicator. Sig finally answered; "'sup little golden boy?" Sig asked causally.
"Cut the crap Sig and get over here!" Daxter choked. He was practically in tears over his best friends' predicament. "Something's happened to Jak and frankly I can't do anything about 'cause, well, I NOT EVEN 3 FEET TALL! " Daxter finished, panting.
"Whoa, slow down there chili pepper. I'm coming don't worry" Sig said calmly.
There was a short pause then Daxter said spoke, in a voice that was very high and not his own at all, "please, Sig, please….I ….Jak…..Sig, this is it. I think jaks going to die." Then the communicator went dead.
Sig stared at it for a moment then sped out of the Hip Hog, nicked a zoomer, and flew off towards the gate that led to the Beor mountains.
Jak opened his eyes. He felt, odd? He felt as though he was suspended in water. He looked around but he could not move his body. He was surrounded by a purple and black mist. This "fog", Jak noticed, was slightly pulsating in an ever flowing wave of nothingness.
After a while he began to consider that this was probably some sort of weird dream he was having that had been caused by the wound in his chest. But it feels so real, he thought. He could even feel the mist brushing against his face. He looked around again and was surprised to see someone else hovering in the mist with him. The figure looked as if it should have been sitting on something like a rock but it was just floating, slightly cross legged in the mist. Jak looked closer and realized he was looking into the face of dark Jak. Jak had never seen his dark side before, as he had always been blinded by rage when he changed. Dark Jak looked coolly down at Jak. There was no sign of hatred or anger on his face. His eyes were all black, yes, but they weren't creased in rage. They looked normal. Dark Jak almost looked sad. They both looked at each other for some time, each thinking different thoughts. Jak thought mostly stared in awe at the awesome warrior of darkness sitting in front of him. Dark Jak, however, was thinking of completely different things at the time. He already knew all about Jak because he resided in jaks mind when Jak wasn't feeling strong emotions. Also when Jak slept, dark Jak was free to roam through out jaks mind and see all of his various memories. Right back to jaks parents. The memories of them were faint of course; too faint for Jak to even know he had them. But dark Jak could see them all. Even though he knew the man and woman he saw didn't really have a direct connection to his existence, he knew that with out them he could never have existed. He was basically a type of clone of Jak yet he was still extremely different. Both mentally and genetically. Yet even with these differences, dark Jak didn't really have a body of his own. He couldn't. He was too tied to this one. Dark Jak knew that the heart that beat in his chest was the same one that beat in jaks, giving them both life.
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