Chapter Three! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and lent me their opinions. Who knows? I might actually be able to finish this story!
Disclaimer- *sigh* I don't own Jak and Daxter. ND does. Not me.
Keeping Torn wedged safely in his arms, Jak propelled himself above the ground and flew high above the battle-marked walls that encircled Haven. Although simply and hastily made, in the city's earlier years, the wall was it's only means of assurance. The only thing that shielded it from the unforgiving wrath of the desert, and keeping the metalheads from ravaging Haven. But now the grotesque wall guilelessly stood as a reminder of the tragedies and battles fought to keep the pathetic city standing.
Wind and sand relentlessly battered Jak's face and whipped his long green-blonde hair. Squinting his eyes, he watched the extended horizon, dotted with nothing except for an occasional rock or boulder. While his eyes remained plastered to that spot, he allowed his mind to wander aimlessly. 'What would happen if Torn dies? Would all his hard work be for nothing? Was this all my fault?' He thought worriedly. Back in the depths of his mind, after being ignored and concealed, a deep threatening voiced echoed, sending chills up and down his body.
"To answer your questions, 1.) If Torn dies...well...then boo-hoo too bad. 2.) Yes all of his sacrifice and hard work would remain worthless...oh...and 3.) yes, It would be all your fault." The voice said tauntingly, purposely aggravating Jak and diverting attention from his
"Leave me alone. I never asked you!" Jak silently demanded. Dark had no business interfering with his personal problems... well... maybe he did...
"Uhh, yeah you did. You were asking yourself those questions right? Well... in case you haven't noticed, I AM yourself." Laughed Dark, daring Jak to contradict him.
"Shut up! I'm under enough stress as is!" Growled Jak, angry at Dark's taunts.
"Why? Because you're afraid Torn here is going to die? What does it matter to you? Last time I checked, he hated you." Continued Dark, although he already knew the answer. He knew everything about Jak, and Jak knew it. He couldn't hide from him or hide anything from him. Doing so would be like trying to hide your own thoughts from yourself... practically impossible.
"You're lying! Of course I care about him!" Growled Jak, his anger beginning to escalate.
"Yeah... but you care too much and in the wrong way. I'm not stupid Jak. I know the truth." Dark spoke calmly.
"What are you saying?" Jak said slowly. He, too, knew everything about Dark. His thoughts... his opinions... everything.
"I'm saying you're in love with him. And you know it! You can't lie to me. I know the truth. Now admit it!" Challenged Dark, simply wanting to hear Jak confess.
"Admit what? That I'm gay?!" Jak said surprisingly.
"Yes..." Dark chuckled softly.
"No! I can''t admit it because it's not true." Growled Jak
"You're going to be difficult about this, aren't you? Fine. Have it your way. But just so you know, I am a part of you... I know the truth." Sighed Dark, ending their little feud. At least for now.
The shining city of Spargus soon entered Jak's eyesight. Like Haven, Spargus too had a wall built around it to protect it from the outside. But this city was different... It was filled with people who weren't so terrified of things that lie ahead... people who have experienced what it's like behind Haven's walls...people who had a real meaning in life and didn't simply wander around uselessly, trying to not be noticed.
By now, Jak was almost completely out of light eco he needed to fuel his power of flight. Spargus was a few hundred yards away, but it soon became evident that he wasn't going to make it from flying. Gracefully, he landed on the sandy, dry ground. His eyes shifted to the cargo in his arms, still unconscious. Wind and sand continued to slam into both of their faces. Torn's of witch was covered in newly-developed burns... getting sand in them would certainly hurt like a bitch. In order to prevent this, Jak cupped Torn's body and encased him in his glowing, feather-soft wings.
Braving the onslaught of wind and rock, Jak sauntered into the city. His eyes scanned the area, and saw noting except the perfectly polished cars owned by the spiteful Kliever.
Continuing past the second set of doors and into the city, Jak couldn't help but notice the many eyes that watched him. Well, he didn't blame them... it WOULD be really weird if you saw some strange white glowing thing with wings carrying a bloody and burnt man just walk through town.
Running out of reserved eco, Jak full morphed back and nearly collapsed into the old hospital once they arrived. He didn't realize how tightly the grips of fatigue held him until he completely blacked out. The last thing he remembered seeing was the widened eyes of Seem.
Chapter four coming soon! Please review! Flames welcomed, not encouraged.