Here lies a dead story. Nah! Sorry guys, posted up late. I've been having guy troubles with my crush. I'll be like LOVE ME! He would say no of course. Because I have no self-esteem in me. Shamefully. I am not an attention seeker, people destroyed my life and have left a hollow shell. Beside for this story, I hate everything, and everyone...
*Sigh* I need a life. A good one, BTW.
Thank you THELASTICEPHOENIX for your review.
Now can other people, please!
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Daxter grabbed the flag and looked towards Jak. Than slammed it on the ground. The ground was as stable as Daxter thought. Cause when it hit, the cement crumbled beneath their feet. Jak and Daxter fell down. Daxter yelled and freaked out while Jak tried finding . Something to land on. Daxter hit a wire right between his legs and bounced of yelling in pain. Jak landed on a pole, sending her into the air. Daxter landed on his feet, but stayed still, while in pain. Jak landed on her feet perfectly. Torn looked at them, Daxter held the flag in his stiff hands. Torn saw nothing good so he was about to turn away.
But rumbling came from behind them. Torn turned around and looked at the tower. Jak faced towards it too, and Daxter got feeling in his legs and moved himself to look at the building. Crumbs fell down and hit the ground. Pieces and chucks fell to the ground making it fall. The building fell apart causing Torn jaw dropped to the ground. Torn grinned silightly, and looked at both of them.
"I guess your in." Torn nodded his head kinda.
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Jak and Daxter walked around the city, exporing it. The city was ugly and horrible. The Slums was the name of the dump, the worst part was the fact hey had nowhere to sleep sleep sadly. Jak bit her bottem lip, still worried about Daxter. What was happening to him? It was the biggest question bothering her. Daxter was in that place for the longest time. She panicked a little to herself.
Almost like it never happened, Jak failed to notice her hand grabbing Daxter's. Daxter felt uncomfortable withher hand, it's been too long of a time for him to do this sort of thing. Plus the contact of a caring person was all perfect. But Daxter pulled away and put his hand in his pockets and looked away from her. He was still trying adjust to his new life style in the terrible place know as Haven City.
Daxter, along with Jak, walked into the water part of town. The water was muddy, cold, and with the houses on the board was bad.
Jak found a building to climb on. She jumped on the pipes on the side to climb it. Daxter found out that she was able to do that and wondered when she learned. Daxter had to use his upper body strength to pull himself up. The Dark eco inside of him made him strong, sharper, and dangerous to be by. He played down by Jak to look at the sky. It was the first time he saw it in two years.
Something was wrong.
Most of the stars were gone, and new ones appeared. Daxter growled at the imperfections. It was the stars he had known and grown to love. Daxter turned over on his side to look away. He turned his head to his old friend. Jak was still looking at the sky, like nothing was wrong. As if, it had been this way forever. She was used to it by now. She smiled happily to herself.
She was so fucking perfect...
In every way... Daxter turned the other way to stop looking. Jak felt as if she did something wrong and frowned. She put her hand on his side.
"Don't touch me." Daxter growled at her.
Jak opened her eyes wide in surprise. Why would he do that? Were they not friends? Jak backed away not to get yelled at again. She looked around as if someone was watching them in the shadows. Jak turned to his bag she carried around and searched though it. Daxter turned her way because of the shuffling of her bag. Jak stopped and pulled something out. It was a doll, of Daxter.
They both made one of each other when they were barely seven. Daxter had forgotten all about it. He forgot where his doll went too. Jak still had hers, always and forever. Jak showed it to Daxter and handed it to him. Daxter grabbed it with his hand. He looked at it closer, buck teeth, freckles, and the blue buttons for eyes, or eye. One of them had fallen off from the fabric.
Daxter smiled it. Jak still kept it after all this time. He handed it to her and looks towards the sky. The doll didn't look like him anymore, he changed. Jak changed, the sky changed too. All of everything changed, he wondered if Keira or Samos had changed as well.
He needs to find them too...
Jak laid down on roof snuggled up with the doll, had she done this ever night? She opened her eyes wide, she smiled and put the doll to the side. She crawled up closer to Daxter, only to lay on his chest. Daxter awkwardly looked at her, with his face full of her hair it was nearly impossible. He sighed and ignored it. He looked towards the doll again, he reached for it and grabbed it. He set it in Jak's hand. He didn't want to know what would happen if she lost it.
She might make a new one. But of his "Darker" side though. Something he didn't want her to keep.
Daxtercouldn't sleep, it disturbed him that it wasn't his cell.
Even though it was safer out here than it was in there, it was not the usual place. Tomorrow he would wake up to Jak and her touch, and not finding himself on the floor of the dirty cell. It was going to be discomforting in a way, but it's better with Jak, in every single way. Daxter set his hand on her hips and his other behind his head. He looked at Jak to find her fast asleep on his chest, listening to his own heart beat.
He listened to her breathing.
Relaxing.
Daxter hadn't felt it in years. He smiled to himself.
Yup.
Relaxing...