A/N:
Hope you enjoyed the revised Me, The Legendary Hero first chapter! This fanfic is going to get pretty twisted, so keep reading!
Don't forget to review, too! No flames, please.
Here come some surprises...
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"Jak! Jak, wake up! JAK!" I heard a voice shouting in my ear. I opened my eyes to see Daxter sitting on top of my chest, shaking me. I sat up, and Daxter tumbled to the floor.
"Jak, you have to come outside, quick!" He shouted. I lifted my eyebrow. He stood up, pacing. "No, no, really! You need to come now! No time to get dressed! You have to come, see!"
I threw the covers back, and jumped out of bed. I was still in a pair of my worn out sweat pants, and wearing no shirt, as Dax pulled me outside.
"Hurry up!" He whined. I was still trying to rub my eyes. I was then pulled to an abrupt stop, and Daxter let go of my arm. I tried to focus on the things in front of me, and I heard a thud and a splash of water. I opened my eyes.
Daxter was already in the boat the fisherman gave us.
"Hop in, Jak! There's no time to waste!" He yelled to me. He had already started the motor. I grumbled and jumped in, and Daxter drove the boat. I stared at him funny.
"Misty Island." He muttered. "As much as I would love to see that place be sunk in the sea, we have to go get Darla." His voice cracked when he said "Darla".
I raised my eyebrows. What was Darla doing back on Misty Island? And how the hell did she get there without a boat?!
"Jak, you don't understand! Darla got up this morning, all showered, dressed and ready-," He stopped when I glared at him. "What? I heard her in the shower, not saw her...relax!" I shook my head, and waited for him to go on. "Well, anyway, she got ready, borrowed Keira's zoomer and I saw her head to Misty Island!" I lifted an eyebrow. I figured maybe she probably just wanted to get some of her things from home since she escaped from there in the first place.
Daxter saw the look on my face. "Jak! Don't you get it?! There are still lurker rebels on the island! Darla is on the island alone with fucking killer lurkers!"
I gasped. Oh fuck, I thought to myself, She could get herself killed. Why didn't she wait for us?!
"I don't know what's going on, buddy, but she did looked sort of in a daze. She has these nasty black circles under her eyes." He muttered. He made the boat go faster. He looked genuinely concerned for once.
I was sure that she was capable of fighting. Her brother and sister had clearly taught her to defend herself. With the pelican incident, I think she thought she could just scare the thing away. She could have definitely killed it if she felt it was necessary. No need to fight a harmless animal. Although, it really was not so harmless...
I furred my brows together. If one of those lurkers lay one hand on her...
I couldn't even finish my thought as we pulled into the dock of Misty Island.
"Jak, the island is huge. How are we going to even find her?" Daxter cried. We jumped off the boat, quickly trying to scope the side of the island with the most lurkers. Fighting our way to different areas, we found absolutely no sign of Darla.
We went to the other side of the island, the side with the most islands off the coast of it. These islands were distanced apart, but not far enough for someone to jump across. We stopped for a minute, catching our breath. That's when it hit me.
For all we knew, Darla could be dead right now. Another life lost to those damned lurkers.
I growled, quite loudly, and slammed my fist into a solid wall of rock. My fist put a hole through it, and I whipped my bloody hand out to slam it again. But, a pair of fuzzy paws caught my fist. I turned my head and glared.
Daxter was holding on to my fist, his eyes pleading. His look surprised me, and so did the sight of my fist. It was really raw and broken, drenched in dark red liquid. I winced as the pain began to come. I stopped glaring, and Daxter let go of my hand. He dropped to the ground.
"See? You just need to calm the fuck down." He said. He bounded over to the nearest little island. Then, he jumped to it, narrowly missing what would have been a very painful fall to his death. He stood and looked at me.
"You coming, or what?" He shouted. I ran full speed towards the island and leapt onto it, lightly landing on my feet. We continued our search.
I kept my eyes and ears opened, and Daxter called out Darla's name. His voice echoed through the chilly fog. We went around, nearing the end of the island, when one of my five senses I wasn't prepared to use began to work.
"That smell..." Daxter whispered. He looked up at me, his face scrunching up. I nodded, beginning to cough, as the smell was so horrible.
"It sort of smells like..." He paused to sniff the air, and make another face, "It sort of smells like the time when we were, like, eleven years old, and we went for a walk to Old Harrison's house and we found him..." His voice trailed off. I remembered that day very clearly...
We were just going for a walk, and we happened to be passing this old man, Harrison's, house. He was the oldest man in the village. We thought we smelt something foul, and went to check on him. He had died...He had been putting in more logs for his fire place and he sort of fell forward into the flames and...But, who knew that corpses would start smelling immediately after they died? Harrison had been dead for only fifteen minutes and he had already smelt dreadful...
I snapped back to reality. The air smelt so much like poor Old Harrison, when we found him dead. My breath caught in my chest, and looked down at Dax.
He looked up at me, understanding what I was thinking. We're too late...
"I know buddy. We've been searching for about an hour, now." He whispered. He hopped on my shoulder. I angrily jumped to another island, the fifth from the last. The smell was stronger now.
"You don't think she could be..." Daxter whispered again. But, he was cut off by what sounded like a lot of growling. My eyes widened, and I hopped over the fourth from the last island to the third one. The smell was simply horrible. I wished I could have buried my head in the ground right in that spot.
"Do you smell that?!" Daxter frantically said. "It smells like something burning! It's worse than the day we found Harrison..." He jumped off my shoulder and sniffed the air. He turned to the direction of the nearest mainland section of Misty island.
"This way, Jak!" He scurried to the edge of the miniature island we were on, and leapt to the edge of the mainland. I quickly followed, jumping high and landing on my feet again. My hand was stinging badly now, but at the moment I didn't care one bit.
We ran around a corner, and found what we had been looking for. We stopped short, almost running into an ambush of lurkers, Hiding behind the corner we rounded, we watched the lurkers. What we saw was nothing we expected.
In the center of what looked like where someone would have a bonfire, stood about a hundred lurkers, surrounding a tall wooden pole. You could smell the foul scent still, the scent of burning flesh from other rituals these cursed creatures had performed on innocent land-dwellers. There was a rather large lurker in the front of the group, his skin a deep shade of maroon. He stood out from the sea of purple lurkers, and he began to grunt. He was obviously speaking to them in their native tongue.
I looked at Dax, who was now cowering on my shoulder. He knew how to understand other animals and creatures, since he was turned into one himself. Today, we were lucky he had this ability.
Daxter looked at me. "See the big guy standing there talking?" I nodded, and he looked back at the maroon lurker.
"Well, he's sort of the chief. Basically he's saying that their king and queen-I'm assuming that was Maia and Gol- had betrayed them, by never returning." He paused to listen some more. The chief grunted more and gestured his hands dramatically.
"He says that now there is a burning sensation in his heart, that the pain of abandonment is affecting their clan. Since Maia and Gol had 'betrayed' them, the fire is growing inside of each and every lurker, that is standing there right now." He paused again, listening intently. Then he gasped.
"No..." He barely spoke above a whisper. I looked at him, eager to hear what he had just heard.
"The-the lurkers are going to..." He began to stutter, "I mean, the chief is telling the lurkers that today is a day that will go down in lurker history..." His voice trailed off as he stared angrily at the circle of lurkers. "Today is the day they give that burning fire right back to Maia and Gol. Today, they give the burning fire back to them through..." He gulped. "The death of the one person they cared for most in their life."
I gasped, and I knew what Dax meant.
Just as Daxter finished translating, A pair of lurkers walked on either side of an unconscious girl, who was oblivious to the fact that she was about to die at their hands.
Darla looked different. Her face seemed a little beaten, and her golden locks seemed disheveled and lifeless. She was wearing a long, knee-length deep blue tunic, made of thin and almost see-through cotton, that had ritualistic designs and lurker symbols stitched into it. She had nothing underneath, no undergarments, her slender body exposed to the eyes chief and his lurkers, as well as mine and Daxter's. I could see pretty much every single part of her perfect form, from her breasts and past her thighs...I felt a rage build up inside my chest, and I saw red. How dare they expose and violate someone like this!
The two lurkers began tying her to the large pole. "JAK!" Daxter hissed in my ear. "What are we going to do?"
I watched the lurkers' every move, trying to find out what I was in for.
After Darla was strapped to the pole, the chief lurker clapped his hands twice. Darla shook her head, and I knew that she was beginning to awaken. She looked around frantically.
"W-what's going on?!" She said. Her bright blue eyes widened in fear, as she began to struggle against the tight knots. "Let me go!"
The lurkers just laughed. Then, a single, purple lurker walked into the circle, carrying a torch with a bright, blazing flame. He brought it to where Darla was strapped.
I hissed, for I finally realized what they were going to do.
They were going to burn her alive...
"Oh..." Daxter moaned. He understood, too. He looked pale, which was strange for someone covered in fur.
The lurker bent down, and lit the wood at the bottom of the pole, and began the ritual.
I had definitely missed my cue to be the hero. Now was the time to fight.
I felt enraged, and I jumped out from the corner to attack. Then, as if they knew I was there, the lurkers all turned in unison. My heart pounded in my ears as I went over quickly in my mind what needed to be done. I had three problems that needed to be dealt with.
Firstly, poor Darla was about to be burnt alive.
Secondly, Daxter and I were ambushed.
And finally, I knew for a fact that I had to defeat all of the lurkers, put out the fire, and rescue Darla...
All in a very, very limited amount of time.
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A/N:
So sorry about the cliffhanger, but I love them, they drive people crazy!
I'll update as quickly as possible! Please read and review :)
