Part 2
It was morning and I took my gun, a knife, and strapped to my gun was a flashlight just in case.
"Jak, if you don't make it back, I am sorry for not-"
"It's ok, Ashley. I was to blame and I am the one who is sorry. I want you two to be careful. You got it?"
"Ok" Ashley tried not to cry.
"I'll be back as soon as possible. Ashelin," I yelled. "You guys got protection?"
"Yeah, we brought extra guns and ammo in case. You be careful, get in and out. And that's an order." She demanded. I nodded and set afoot for the long journey ahead.
I came upon what looked like an old mine underground for eco. I turned the flashlight on, staying vigilant. It also looked like people were buried under here, because it looked like a memorial for the people that had gotten killed. There were pictures of people with some of their possessions. I heard somebody run and I pointed the light that way, but nothing. Then I reached the end of the tunnel into the light and the light was bright and stung my eyes.
It was an exhausting terrain as I ran up the hills and the rocks. As I ran I seen a body decomposing covered in flies and maggots, with a vulture on top and it cawed as I ran past. I ran until eventually I seen what looked like a town. I carefully made my way down, careful not to fall or be seen. I made it down and walked into a house that was empty, but had mannequins and a lot of them. It gave me the feeling that I was being watched, which was an eerie feeling. I walked out and then I seen a man with a head brace dragging a body along. His skin had a bumpy looking texture and it looked as if he had been burnt. I accidentally skidded a rock and he turned around and dropped the body, trying to find me, but I went inside of an old vehicle. He could not find me and proceeded carrying the lifeless corpse. As soon as the coast was clear I got out of the vehicle and went up to another house. I looked in the window and found Daxter tied up.
I quietly opened the door and quietly shut it. The floorboards creaked a little as I walked towards the room he was tied up in. I heard a television and there was a woman combing what looked to be her wig. I tried as quietly as I could to sneak Daxter out of there as fast as I could. Daxter seen me and a little smile crept up on his face. I went into the room and took out my knife and cut the ropes. I held him in my arms and walked out and as I turned the corner I can't really remember what happened next, but I do remember getting struck with a bat by the woman sitting in the chair.
I woke up in a daze and with a migraine. I was locked up in some sort of box thing. I lit a match and to my horror the box was filled with dead bodies and hacked off limbs. I yelled kicking and hitting the top to get out. I kept hitting it until it gave in and the top came off. I pulled myself up gagging and coughing. My gun had been taken away and my knife to, but I looked around the house and found a screwdriver and a bat, so I tried to work with that. Then I heard a man singing a song and I tried to follow the noise. I reached the kitchen table and there sat Grim with a flag stabbed through his head. I tried not to throw up at the stench. I held my bat up ready to strike. I rounded the corner and found a man with an abnormally large head, in a wheel-chair, singing. With every verse he sung, he had to inhale a large amount of breath. As I faced him, he stopped singing.
"Where is my friend?! Huh! Where is Daxter!?" I threatened to hit him with the bat.
"I don't know where he is...I never leave this place." He said gasping for air. "Your people asked our families to leave our town, and you destroyed our homes and turned everything to ashes with your bombs of mass destruction. You've made us what we've become. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!"Then he started laughing uncontrollably.
"What's so funny!?" I demanded.
"It's breakfast time!" He yelled. "Rawr!" A man said jumping through the glass with an axe. It was the same guy from the camp with the deformed head and crooked eyes. I ran the other way trying to avoid him. As soon as I turned a corner, he was there and I tried to run up the steps, but he grabbed my leg. I kicked him off and hit him one good upside the head and ran into the bathroom. I panicked as I moved the porcelain bathtub in front of the doorway to block it. I held my bat up waiting for him, but it was dead quiet. Then he ran through the wall and grabbed me by the throat, making me drop the bat. He was choking me and laughing and then he threw me across the room and I tried to find an escape. I dodged his swing and grabbed the bat. As I tried to hit him with the bat he chopped off half with his axe, so I stabbed it through his stomach, digging it deeper, but he was not affected, just pissed. I stood there frozen as he took it out of him and hit me upside the head with it. I stood up against the wall, vision blurred, trying to regain composure, but before I could he had tackled me through the wall. As I lay on the ground, weak, he took me by the foot and threw me into some glass into another room. Before I could react to anything he had came in and chopped half of two of my fingers. "AGGHHHHHH!" I yelled in severe pain. I hurried up and hid under the table, whimpering in pain. He started sabotaging the kitchen table chopping it up. He finally flipped over the table and was in front of me. He was about to kill me until I took out the screwdriver and held it out towards him and he looked amused by it. Then he took his axe and rubbed it up against my head and neck, ready to swing. I broke down and I started to cry.
"Please don't kill me." I cried.
"Please don't kill me." The man in the wheel-chair mocked.
"Please don't kill me." I reiterated.
"Please don't kill me." He mocked again. Then I took the screwdriver and with all my force I stabbed it through his foot, nailing him to the floor. He screamed in agony as I got up and took the flag out of Grim's head and stabbing it through the mans throat. He was now gagging on his blood as I took his axe and stuck it in his head. He laid on the floor lifeless. The man in the wheel-chair looked pissed and took his radio and said, "Kill Daxter." I got pissed as he smiled and I took the axe and swung at his stomach. Now he was dead.
I walked out of the door and hid behind the vehicle where the man with the head-brace was walking towards me and cocked the rifle. As he was close to me I took the axe and swung at his leg. His body was up against the car and I swung the axe in his back, twisting and breaking the vertebrae. I removed the axe and he fell to the ground and gasped for air. He looked at me with fear as I switched the side of the axe to the pointy side and I swung it and it hit the middle of his face. I took his gun and that's when I seen somebody wearing red, running and holding Daxter.
"Daxter!" I yelled running towards them. I ran, jumping over rocks trying not to trip. I reached the top of the hill where they were. As they were closer to me I held up my gun and realized it was a she.
"Here." She said softly setting Daxter on the ground. Then suddenly a man jumped on top of me and the girl held Daxter hiding under the rocks. He was the other man from camp with the pushed up lip. He punched me in the face and pushed me up against the rocks. I squeezed his wound from where he had been stabbed and pushed him off of me. He took some sort of spiked chain and swung it at my shoulder and my face, cutting it. I fell to the ground and he slammed my head into the ground numerous times until I laid there still."Jak!" Daxter yelled in fear as the girl ran away to find safety. I laid there, wounded, hit, beaten, bloody, bruised, and I somehow managed to get up and get the gun. I ran to where I heard them. "Give me that!" The man growled and she kicked him in the face. Then I showed up and hit him in the face with the butt of the gun numerous times until he was on the ground. Then I shot him in the stomach, the throat, and the shoulder, and he fell face first into the ground. I went over to where he was and kicked him to make sure he was dead. Then the girl let Daxter go and Daxter ran up to me. I scooped him up and hugged him as hard as I could because I was relieved that he was okay. And for the first time in a long time I smiled, until I heard the girl yell as a warning. I turned around and it was the man still alive ready to shoot me. The girl ran towards him, and just as he fired she pushed him off the cliff, taking her own life. Daxter and I looked over the edge, and I was sad but grateful that she took her own life for us.
It was a long silent walk back to camp, but when I managed to reach camp, Ashley and Ashelin were so excited to see us. Ashley and Ashelin hugged me relieved.
"Let's start walking now. It will at least take 2 days to get back to the city." Ashelin said. Then we heard two gun shots.
"No! No! Ashelin!" Ashley sobbed. That's when Daxter and I turned around to find Ashelin with a bullet in her chest and head. We both ran to her side, but it was too late. "Jak! What's happening?!" Ashley screamed. Then a man came out and grabbed her. "Help! Help! Shoot him! Jak! Help!" Her voice screeched. Then I recognized the man. Damas. My father Damas.
"Da-Damas?" I asked. The man quit struggling with Ashley and let her go.
"Jak?" Damas asked.
"Wh-why are you doing this?" I faltered.
"They...tried to kill me, but I was stronger than that. Now I am getting revenge on all the people that made me what I have become!" He snarled.
"Damas this isn't you at all." Then he lunged towards me and jumped on me. "I am your son, Damas! Why in the hell are you doing this! I am your family!"
"I do not have family, just the people who are like me. They are my family!" He yelled in my ear. Then Ashley ran and jumped on his back hitting and cursing. With his strength, Damas threw her down and took out his gun and pointed at her. I got pissed. I thought of all those times I have been hurt, all those times people have shunned me out, all those years I have been neglected, and I have had enough. I transformed into my dark self and then I took my razor sharp claws and pierced through his chest. He gasped for breath as his slid down to the ground. I transformed back and watched him die. He looked at me and started laughing. Then Ashley lunged at him with an axe and stabbing in his head.
"FUCK YOU!" She yelled with rage.
"My-my father is a killer." I said.
"I just want out of here." Ashley said. Daxter remained silent.
"Well...we got nothing to lose." I said remorsefully.
And now this is where we ended up. Three people alive out of eight people. We thought we killed them all. We thought this was this end. Well it kills me inside to say this is only the beginning...
