Sorry about the embarassing typos, I'm trying to remove them. It's not easy!
I can't post for some time, my house is getting painted. Just so you know.
Chapter Theme: Aerodynamic-Daft Punk
(Awesome guitar solo)
Part 2: Superhuman
Jak awoke from his deep slumber to the sound of sirens. Leaping out of bed, he put on his Precursor armor and strapped his JET-board to his back. However, his gun mods were missing!
"Jak! Where are you when we need you?" several voices called over the speaker. Leaving his guns for later, Jak rushed down to the rest in the Naughty Ottsel. Daxter, Ashelin, and Torn were looking grimly at the scope. "What's going on?" asked Jak.
"We got some Wasteland Metal Heads," said Torn. It was enough to silence Jak. In a second, he made his decision. "Dax, come with me. You up for a little action?"
Ten minutes later, Jak was sitting in the turret of Ashelin's Hellcat cruiser, Daxter on his shoulder, Torn in the pilot's seat and Ashelin in the side. It was one of their only defenses against the huge, destructive monsters. Firing their weapons desperately, nothing seemed to make any impact on the giant creatures as they crashed heedlessly through the Port, charging through buildings and running across the water. Only after an hour of intense, concentrated fire, one of the eight Metal Heads was down. Jak was tired, sweaty, and frustrated. "Bring the Hellcat down," he shouted to Torn. "I'm out!"
"Jak, no! We'll never survive!" protested Torn.
"Just leave it to me," said Jak.
Jak leaped out of the turret, and then set Daxter on the side seat with Ashelin. "I can't take you in this time. I…I don't know what I'd do if I lost control," he said.
(Author's Note: The bold text means that there in a voice in Jak's head. It was less confusing in a Word document, but the symbols I used there aren't showing up here.)
It is time. "What? Who are you?" asked Jak.
I am part of you…Let me out, like you intended to…I need air…space…blood…
Jak sensed the Dark Eco rise in him again, pushing against his body, wanting to be let out. "Fine," he muttered, ceasing to resist.
Jak felt the dark energy explode from his chest, covering his body quickly. The rush of concentrated power was amazing. Once again, he felt the intense rage of Dark Jak.
Ahh…That is much better, said the dark conscience. :Give me a Metal Head…I thirst for blood… Dark Jak turned his eyes to a Metal Head deeply gouging at the outer wall of the city, across the Port. :That will do fine: it said. He took off running toward the target, forgetting all else.
It looked like Jak's last crusade against evil. His last resort of power, against eight monster Metal Heads. Leaping the second before the Metal Head ran over him, Dark Jak dug his claws into the Metal Head's fleshy leg. He heard the Metal Head roar in pain, felt it increase its pace and try to shake him off. Hauling himself up hand over hand, Jak was eventually sitting on the Metal Head's neck.
The killing strike, said Dark. My favorite part. Jak stabbed his claws into the side of the Metal Head's neck and jumped off, so he was hanging under its throat. Pulling himself up, Jak bit its neck, his fangs injecting Dark Eco. The taste of the Metal Head's blood was like a tonic, refreshing him and increasing his rage.
Give in, ordered Dark. What…do you mean? Thought Jak. You are controlling yourself, explained the dark conscience. Let go…You still maintain control of yourself, even though you do not feel it…Completely give yourself over to me; take a rest…
If I kill Keira, I'll kill you, thought Jak, then let go. For the next fifteen minutes, Jak felt nothing but the euphoria given by the dark powers and the intense, uncontrollable anger.
On the fifth Metal Head, Jak decided to scale the tail instead of the leg. When he latched on to a plate, the tail began lashing from side to side, trying to sweep him off. Still he clung on, climbing inch by painstaking inch.
The Metal Head ran through an alley, still sweeping its tail across the ground. Slipping on to the side, Jak could barely hold on. On the next sweep, Jak was crushed against the wall of a building. He felt the bricks give way behind him, and ffor the first time, blinding pain. Bang! He was smashed against the building again. The third time, Jak could not hold on any longer. He let go of himself once more, then blacked out. Oddly, the Dark Eco did not recede, a possible side effect of the increased infusions.
Dark's claws were still embedded deep in the Metal Head's tail!
(End part 2)
Please tell me if the little symbol thingies for when Dark is speaking don't appear. It makes it ten times more confusing. Leave it in a REVIEW!!