I just came up with the ending, its pretty cool. And I have an idea for a sequel.

Jak: HellBringer Would anybody read it if I wrote it?

DISCLAIMER: I retract the statement I made before, all OCs except for Death I own.

I love Weasel too much for him not to be mine.

The dust cleared. The first thing Jak saw was metal. A gigantic metal… drill. But only the front of a drill, a drill bit. But there was nothing bitty about this; it stood at least ten feet tall, a tunneling drill. The 'bit' was in the shape of an Ice cream cone, flat on the top, creating a single platform with a single column protruding from its center. Jak looked up. Holding on to the column was… a mole. A half mole, half sloth…. wearing a yellow hard hat. The strange creature had long sloth claws, brown fur, and stood upright on its drill, or half a drill. It leaned against the column and held up one clawed hand and conjured a single fire ball and grinned at Jak, Jak watched in awe.

"The name's Weasel."

Jak was still in shock, "and you're a mole…"

"Yep. And your name is?"

Jak immediately toughened up for the reason that he was in the presence of a stranger, "Jak Mar"

Weasel seemed deep in thought for a second, and didn't answer for a long time, "And what brings you here, to hell. I'm guessing you're not on vacation."

Jak lowered his gun, "I'm here to kill the guy who owns this place." Jak stated truthfully

"Ahhh, Neero, our 'great' king."(A/N: Yes I did use the name of a roman emperor, with an extra E)

Jak had been dying to put a name on his revenge, "Neero, huh? So, where the Hell are we?"

"The Bloody Desert. Twenty five years ago, this desert was all hell, but Neero suspected there were people plotting against him around the borders, so he cut of all supplies and water, and he built a new wall. He killed MILLIONS because of some paranoid delusion!"

"Sounds like a real nice guy, he killed my girlfriend."

"Ahhh, so, out for a little revenge, are we? Well, you gotta be careful, Neero can be tricky."

"And you would know?"

"I used to work for him."

Jak drew his blade, "WHAT?"

"Put that away Jak, I'll explain everything, sit down."

Jak did as he was told, Weasel alighted from his drill.

"Eight years ago, my wife died. I asked Neero to bring her back to life, he did. But at a price, I had to work for him. It would be my job to tunnel to earth and collect the dead bodies, hence the drill. And I would bring them to Death, at the gates of Hell. After four years, I figured out a way to repay my debt. And I did, but Neero betrayed me and threw me out into the Badlands, and had Death try to kill me. I'm the only person to fight Death and survive."

"Death? I thought he was a legend." Jak stated disbelievingly.

"No, he's real as you and me."

"And he goes in and out of Hell unnoticed?"

Weasel had a pretty good idea of the ideas passing through Jak's head, "Listen, you do NOT want to screw with Death."

Daxter jumped onto Jak's shoulder, "Listen, our boy here has saved the world three times! I think he can take this 'Death' guy."

"You have no idea what he can do. Did you hear me? I'm the only person to survive a fight with him."

"Okay, okay, so Death is out of the picture. But how can we get to Hell?"

Weasel motioned to a far off mountain range, "It's just over those mountains. But my drill is broke down. Maybe we can help each other out."

"What'd you have in mind?"

"Well, if you could give me a Dark Eco Crystal to start my drill, then I will guide you into Hell and give you this nifty little devise." Weasel held up a small, red, rectangular devise.

"What is it?"

"It's from my days as Death's Digger. Remember when I said that I would bring the bodies back to Hell? Well, I'd touch them with this, and they would return to life, well, sort of. You see, there are three levels of life, there's dead, no movement, no talking. Then there's dead, but they can move and talk, but their skin is all discolored. They're only alive in Hell, If they were to go into the surface world, then they would die. And last, there is alive, like you. I let people walk and talk, but they're still dead."

"What's your point?"

"This little thing can be set to level three."

Jak nodded his head, "And why would I want that?"

"What? You don't want it? Fine, no deal."

"Wait! I'll do it."

Jak ran to the back of the sand shark and popped open the trunk. Jak revealed a large eco crystal, "Here you go."

Both objects were exchanged in the air and settled with their new owners. Jak pocketed the item and both moved towards their modes of transportation.

"So how do you move with that thing?" Jak asked.

Weasel replied wordlessly. Weasel gripped the column protruding from his drill and shifted his weight. The large heap of metal tilted completely sideways, Weasel swiftly shifted his feet so he was now 'surfing' on the column. The drill then activated, sending debris flying through the air, and propelling Weasel along the sand. Sig observed the scene with sheer bewilderment. Jak simply nodded his head in approval. They raced through the ruby sand for a few hours, Weasel was keeping up with the Sand Shark and the Gila Stomper quite well, and it soon became obvious to Jak that Weasel was holding back.

"So, are you going to show us how fast that thing can really go?"

A wicked grin trapped itself on Weasel's face. He gripped the long shaft hard and crouched, he concentrated his weight forward. He rocketed forwards, debris were flying everywhere, nearly blinding Jak. Weasel was hitting speeds of two hundred seventy miles an hour! Weasel jumped and swung on the metal bar he was 'surfing' on before. He brought the drill down with him into the sand, making a deep tunnel. All Jak saw was Weasel disappearing. Weasel surfaced directly in front of the sand shark and leaned casually on his drill. Jak's jaw seemed to hang limp. They continued their journey, and it was nearing dark.

"We should set up camp." Daxter suggested.

An hour later Sig, Daxter, Weasel, and Jak were sitting around a fire, courtesy of Weasel. Daxter and Sig seemed trapped in their own conversation. Jak and Weasel sat together in silence.

"So, you tell me you've been roaming this desert for three years. Have you ever given any thought to how you're going to kill Neero?"

Jak paused for a moment, "I have a secret weapon, and Neero doesn't stand a chance against it."

After a diminutive silence, Weasel ignited another conversation, "I wasn't always like this you know."

Jak looked up at him, "Like how?"

"I was human once, before."

"How did it happen?"

"It came with the job." Weasel replied curtly.

"How did you 'repay your debt'?"

"About that- Look, Jak there's something I need to tell you. I-

"Cherries, it's ten o' clock, get to bed!" Sig admonished.

Jak stood up and crawled under the Sand Shark as Daxter took liberty in putting out the fire differently than most. Weasel slept under the Gila Stomper while Sig slept on top. Jak had thought Weasel wanted to tell him something important, but he shook off the feeling and went to sleep. The next morning Jak was abruptly woken by the radar beeping vociferously, demanding attention. He ignored it and woke casually. The first thing he noticed was that Sig had chosen to sleep with his Peacemaker, something he never did before. Jak could immediately tell Sig didn't trust Weasel, Jak didn't know why, but he felt like he did. The radar finally caught Jak's attention, he gasped as he eyed the huge blotch moving towards it.

"Weasel! Sig!...Daxter! Get the cars, were in deep shit here!"

Sig instinctively cocked his Peacemaker and Hopped into the Gila Stomper with Weasel still crawling out from under it.

Weasel ran to the Sand Shark and studied the radar, "You woke me up for a couple demons?"

Jak paused, "Demons?"

"Yeah, you didn't think Neero just let's people come in and out of hell, do you? They serve as police, army, servants, and guards. Anybody who doesn't sign up is thrown in the prisons."

Sig gripped both men by their shoulders, "Now's not the time for a lesson on Hell's form of government!" Sig turned to the Weasel, "Do you think we can take them?"

"Oh, sure, they're kind of fun to take out." Weasel said confidently.

The Sand Shark, the Gila Stomper, and a drill decorated with an oversized mole were positioned in a battle-ready line. Jak had the first glance at the demons; they were in cars similar to those of the marauders. They weren't any thing like Jak had imagined them; he had always envisioned demons as little red beings with tales and horns. These just looked like regular people, with two small horns protruding from their heads. As they became nearer, Jak saw their skin was discolored, just as Weasel had described the second level of death. Jak looked to Weasel.

"They're dead, so how do we kill them?"

Weasel looked at Jak for a second, "I didn't think you'd notice that." Weasel paused, "The only way to kill them is to blow them to smithereens."

"'Should be fun."

The demons crossed the imaginary line that ignited the battle instincts in each person. Weasel was the first to take action, Sig and Jak hung back a little, hoping to learn from Weasel how to deal with their new foe. Weasel took his 'surfing stance' and rocketed forward along the claret wasteland. The first demon was crushed under the mass of Weasel's drill, blown to bits, as promised by Weasel. Weasel scanned the area for his second target, he found what he was looking for, he rode up along side the car, and launched fireball after fireball at it, not stopping to see if he had succeeded. Jak had decided he had a pretty good idea of how to kill these new opponents. He hit the gas and drove up to a smaller car, and was about to activate the machine guns, when he discovered his best friend had left the car. Daxter equipped his miniature morph gun and fired like crazy at the spot where the gas tank would most likely be. The car ignited in flames as Daxter returned to the Sand Shark.

"Like taking candy from a baby!" Daxter gloated.

Jak rolled his eyes and found a new target, he wasn't quite sure how he could blow it up, so he decided to mirror Daxter and shoot at the gas tanks. Sig wanted some part in the action, so he started the Gila Stomper and leapt onto the first car he saw. He was standing behind the driver's seat; Sig seemed to forget Weasel's advice to blow them up; he grasped the head of the driver and twisted it to a one-eighty degree angle. Sig was looking at an upside down face.

"Hello there."

"AHHH!"

Sig charged the Peacemaker and blew its head off. The atmosphere seemed quieter, not a car could be seen. All got out of their cars and stood quietly.

"Is that it?" Jak inquired.

Fate answered wordlessly, one demon, on foot, walked casually to Jak, keeping his distance and holding a gun to Weasel's back, "I'll kill you all one by one…" It began.

Jak sighed as he understood the situation .

"No you won't." Jak countered, "Catch."

Jak threw a single dark eco crystal through the air. He held his revolver and fired at the falling crystal. The bullet made contact perfectly. Almost instantaneously a massive eco infused explosion filled the air for almost ten meters, Weasel was sent flying, Jak simply absorbed the Dark Eco and glowed purple. Weasel looked at Jak outlandishly, "What the hell was that?"

"What do you mean?" Came the dishonest reply.

"You know perfectly well what! You just absorbed that Dark Eco! Only Neero can do that!"

"Jak will tell you if he wants to, we don't need outsiders knowing too much." Sig spat aggressively. Weasel seemed offended by Sig's comment, but didn't say anything. Jak also glared at Sig.

Jak sighed, "Remember when I told you I had a secret weapon to defeat Neero? Well that was it, that and something else."

Jak offered a hand to help Weasel up. Weasel seemed to realize that he had been continuing the conversation from the ground and took Jak's hand and was gladly helped up. The four resumed their journey uninterrupted. That night the four slept in their usual spots, as Weasel was positioning himself under the Gila Stomper, "What do you think you're doing?" Sig demanded.

"Well… I'm going to sleep." Weasel said.

"Yeah, under MY truck."

Jak heard Sig's harsh voice and didn't like it, "Oh come on, Sig! Leave him alone!"

Sig turned his harsh gaze to Jak, "Jak, can I talk to you for a second?"

Jak sighed and walked with Sig behind a dune, "Jak, I don't trust this guy!" Sig began, "He used to work for the guy we're trying to kill, which means-"

"He can provide us with information." Jak changed the course of the sentence, "Look Sig, I don't care if you don't trust him. I do. And I'm in charge here. He's sleeping wherever he wants and I don't want to hear another word against him."

Sig grunted and looked as if he was going to hit Jak, but then walked away. Jak knew he was going to have to keep an eye on Sig so he wouldn't kill Weasel.

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