Disclaimer: I do not own Jak or Daxter.
Chapter Four
Alexis ran. She didn't know where, but she ran. Mar was still sleeping fast in her arms. A city, empty of people, gleamed brightly among the night. Ahead of her was the small lake in one of the city sectors. To her back was a large statue where Mar, the man her son was named after, stood.
She stopped, seeing a figure run in front of her. Alexis first felt scared, but when she continued to look, she was overjoyed beyond words to see Damas standing alive. She continued to run, run for him. He was happy, but his smile changed into a frown. He looked scared, worried, contorted with fear…was he not happy to see h—
"ALEXIS!"
Praxis stood behind her. Smirking just like Errol. A gun in his hands.
"Hello Damas. Lovely night?"
Damas rushed to Alexis' side. Her felt her pulse, a hand clasped up on the back of her head, her beautiful hair turning red. Her eyes, glazed over, dull, stared at him lifelessly. The last emotion on her face, pained. She was dead. He looked away, closing her eyes. He held her and Mar close, tears streaming in his eyes. "Praxis…why…"
"You aren't fit to rule. Just because you share Mar's blood. It's sickening."
"PRAXIS!" Damas lunged, at the man.
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A soldier watched, and stared unsure. He looked at Praxis, and Damas. He hated Praxis, but was under his rule. He wondered, should he take Damas out? Or curse Praxis.
"I want the kid." His leader's words echoed in his head.
"The kid…" the soldier mumbled. Quickly he rushed in the battle scene, grabbed Mar unseen, and dashed off.
He ran to the only safe place he knew that he could take the kid to. The only place hidden from the evil Baron's eyes. He rushed through the woods, finding Samos mediated among the forest world.
"Samos! I…need…you…" he huffed out of breath.
Samos quickly came to and rushed to the Soldier. "Mar?" he asked quite confused, looking at the sleeping child.
The solider breathlessly held the child close to him, staring at his peaceful face, then handed him to the smaller man. He took a deep breath. "I need you to take care of Mar."
"I will," Samos nodded. "You can count on me Torn."
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Praxis held Damas against the ground, a pistol against to his head.
"Kill me…"
Praxis shook his head. "You are a broken man Damas. It feels great to see you suffer. And I'll make sure you suffer. Along with all those who oppose me."
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"I…broke my…promise…"
Kleiver and Sig looked on from a distance, silent, unsure of what to do or say to comfort Damas.
"Should we do anything?" Sig asked.
"No. Let him be. He's a broken man. Suffering from a broken heart."
Sig rubbed his chin. "Well if he's a broken man, suffering from a broken heart…" He paused, grinning. "Then let's be glue!"
Kleiver rose his hand to lightly bash Sig on the head, but he brought it down gently, patting his head. "Yeah. Let's be glue…"
Again, this was somewhat of a revision of a older story I had up here. I had a sequel to it, but I never got around to finishing writing it. And that's it!
