The Offer
By Dani Roberts
Disclaimer: ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FOLLOWING STORY BELONG TO NAUGHT DOG, AND THE PEOPLE WHO HELP CREATE THIS WONDERFUL GAME!
(-.-' Sorry for the short chapter, I'm trying to keep them serperate til the end. )
Jaks' POV
I closed my communicater, as I had just finished telling Keira that I wasn't going back to the party we were having back at the Naughty Ottsel. She was concerned but I was able to convience her that I was fine, just a bit 'tired'. I sat down on the couch in my and Daxter's apartment, staring at the door, hoping it would swing open with a drunk, or sober Daxter stumbling in and explaining to me why he wasn't at the party, and not anywhere else we normally where. I grumbled, fustrated, as I glanced at the digital clock, it illuminating it's red letters, saying it had been 6 minutes and still no sign of Daxter. It's red glowing numbers taunting me with every long minute that dragged by and still no sign of my best friend. Growling, I grabbed the clock and ripped it out of the wall and smashed it against the metal arm of the couch. "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU DAXTER?" I screamed then suddenly quieted, remembering that I had neighbors that were either relaxing from a hard days work, or sleeping. I wrote a note and set it down on the bed, knowing that if Daxter came home; he'd go to bed. I shrugged on my coat and walked briskly out of my apartment, and down the streets of Haven. I glanced everywhere, hoping Daxter would be there. If anything bad happened to Daxter....I found myself quickly getting angry at the thought and pushed it to the back of my mind, before it made me angry enough to explode into Dark Jak form and tear this town apart looking for Daxter. The cold wind nipped at my pointed ears, making me shrug into my jacket, and pull the colllar up then trudge on against the wind, searching like mad for Daxter.