YAY I updated! Ok, for your information, "Jak", I don't give a damn what you think or say. I'm not gonna stop writing. So save it. You're getting on everybody's nerves you prick. Oh and... I don't need a beta reader.

Yeah. The editor is STILL messed up. So I'm still stuck on editing in this crappy notepad. It's the only program I have that is accepted.
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I sat right next to he edge of the ocean in Spargus. I told Errol I had patrols in that area. It wasn't the case. Things were very grim. For about a week I got death threats, and I was just getting enough of it. It was the safest place I thought of.

I pulled out a pack of cigarettes and began to light one. Before I was able to take my first cigarette (I DON'T smoke), Razer popped up behind me and said, "Hey. I thought you don't smoke."

I stopped, and turned to glare at him over my shoulder.

"I don't." I said gruffly.

"Then may I ask what's that in your hand?" He grinned.

I looked down at the cigarette. For once I'm glad he's here. The green moon above the horizon glowed brightly. It was almost a neon glow in fact. I threw the cigarette in the ocean.

"Hey that was a good cigarette!" Razer protested.

Ignoring his comment, I asked, "Shouldn't you be in prison? We've caught you twice. Remember when I personally hand cuffed you?"

"That was you?"

I nodded as he took my pack of cigarettes and took one out, putting the pack away.

"I couldn't see your pretty face in that uniform."

He lit the cigarette and took a puff.

"They let me out for good behavior.." Razer said in a heavier French tone.

"I'm surprised."

He shrugged and sat on a rock near by. It grew silent for several minutes, except for the sound of the ocean and its waters splashing on rocks gently. "What are you doing here." I said, breaking the awkward silence.

"I was in the neighborhood... Kliever has challenged me to a race in the Wasteland. The fool bet me on one of his best vehicles, that and a few thousand precursor orbs so I can spoil it with accessories."

"Well you better go on then..." I said, picking up some rocks and throwing them in the ocean. He cocked his eyebrow.

"I was hoping you would come along and watch?"

I looked at him funny.

"Razer you ditz." Errol said, jumping down heavily onto the sand.

"Oh finally, he was just about to drive me insane." I sighed in relief, getting up.

He walked up to me, "You told me you were in patrols. Why'd you lie to me?"

I frowned.

"Death threats make you do the craziest things."

Razer flicked his cigarette onto the ground and smashed it. "What are you doing here anyway?" Errol spat, turning around to glare at his brother. "Nothing really. I was just inviting Laona here to watch me kick Kliever's ass in a race out in the Wasteland. She was about to answer until you rudely butted in." Razer said smoothly.

"She doesn't want to." He growled.

I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Errol, don't speak for me." I whispered loudly.

He glanced over his shoulder at me, then back to Razer. Suddenly, Errol got an idea. A grin wiped on his face.

"I have an idea." He said with a brightened tone.

"We can watch you race, but after that... You race me."

Razer grinned in a similar way like his brother's.

"What are you to bet on? I don't do a lot just for the fun of it."

The red headed Zamekhein thought for a moment. "If I win, you have to wear a dress for a week. If you win, I wear a dress for a week." He said. Razer cocked his eyebrow.

"Those are completely childish."

"So? We're brothers."

Suddenly, the black headed Zamekhein got mad and yelled at Errol in French tongue. The red head sighed and spoke calmly back in French. After a few minutes, Razer and Errol got in each other's faces and just argued in that foreign language, and eventually they slapped each other a couple times! I rolled my eyes, and daringly got in the middle, separating the two Zamekheins by putting one hand on their chest, pushing them away.

"I have NO idea what the hell you two are jabbering about, but this nonsense is really getting on my nerves!"

Razer glared at me, but it went away quickly when he noticed Errol was glaring at him. "You two are getting mad at a silly little bet. Haven't either of you grown up yet?" I protested. Before Razer could talk, Errol said lowly, "She's right." Everybody began to relax again, until Kliever said over Razer's communicator.

"Hey, are we racin' or not? I ain't got all day here, kid." The fat man said gruffly.

"Come if you wish." Razer said quietly, climbing out of the pit next to the ocean. He was gone. I turned to Errol. "I didn't know you were French until I found out you were related to Razer." I stated.

"I'm not."

"How do you guys know French then?"

"We were sent to a boarding school in a different country that happened to speak in that tongue. I never got really into it, but Razer found that if you had that French-like touch, girls fight each other for you."

"You're still attractive without it." I smiled. He supported his arms on my shoulders then laced his hands together.

"You're just saying that 'cause you're my girl." He whispered, impersonating Razer's accent. Surprisingly he did sound a bit like him. They ARE brothers. All but natural to sound like each other a little.

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"That's it, I've had enough of you! You are a drunk, you piece of shit!" Jak growled, wresting with a drunken Dennis and kicking him out of his apartment. Jak was so mad he was on the brink in turning into Dark.

Dennis fell on his back and turned white. He snarled and tried to swing at Jak with his claws. Jak dodged the sudden attack by just a hair. Daxter screamed, and ran inside, leaving Jak to deal with this maniac. The blonde transformed into Dark and rammed into the other Dark man, and knocked him to the ground. Both of them tried to rip each other to shreds until the drunken one fell of the balcony, falling on his face.

Jak stood there, clawing on the rail. Both of them slowly back to normal. Jak shook off the dizziness, and looked at Dennis. He was motionless for a moment until he moved around. Dennis stood up and walked a few paces, then turned to look up grinning. Jak gave him a sharp glare.

Dennis laughed.

"Thought you were the only one?" He asked with a slurr.

"Well no sir!" He hiccupped.

"I was Baron's experiment before you were. Once he died, I was set free, and sent away FAR out into the desert to a whole different area on the world."

Jak looked at him funny.

"Why'd he capture me if that's the case?" The blonde asked.

"Iunno." Dennis shrugged, walking around looking drunker than a skunk, laughing and eyeing random women near by until you couldn't see him. Daxter popped his head out the door.

"Is he gone?" He asked sounding scared. Jak nodded.

The little ottsel smiled, and jumped on his shoulder. "We sure showed him! It's all in the fists, baby!" He gloated. Jak rolled his eyes, and they went back inside. One thing stayed in his mind all day.

Baron Praxis used two different people for dark eco experiments?
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Not one of my best chapters. It's gonna get good real soon. Oh, BTW I got those highlights done today:-D

Crimson Red. Awesome. In the lighting in my room, they look orange-ish... But oh well lol I'm satisfied. Sorry I couldn't find green, AJMS. Next time I'm doin' blue lol