Ok, this chapter is NOT my C book report on Huck Finn, sorry about that.

Any way, the ending is coming up shortly, it should be cool.

I'm sorry, but this chapter (in my opinion,) isn't as good as the other ones. I'm just not god at writing non- explosion filled, rage full revenge parts of the story. And, Jak may seem like a bit of a sicko in this chapter, but he was tortured for 2 years. I better shut up now….

Your story sir/madam…

Nearly a day later, Jak and Daxter passed through the cave in the sand shark, Praxis crammed into the small space in the back.

"Where do we go from here?" Jak demanded.

"Right." Praxis never spoke more than a word. He was clearly wishing to interact with Jak as little as possible.

"You better be telling the truth," Daxter threatened.

Daxter had caught on to bullying Praxis. Praxis preferred to have a rat make fun of him than be killed torturously by his own experiment.

Jak maneuvered the Sand Shark through many twists and turns, after another thirty minutes, the Sand Shark entered a larger cavern, eco crystals hung from the ceiling. They shown brightly, creating the illusion of starry night sky.

"the end is right around here." Praxis said.

Daxter's ears fell, the ottsel had a good idea of what was going to happen when they reached the end. Jak was obsessed with revenge from day one, Daxter did NOT want to be there when he got it. Jak grinned as they continued into the large cavern. The sand shark continued into a smaller tunnel, it was getting noticeably lighter.

"Right here." Praxis said.

Jak pulled the sand shark to a stop.

"Can I go now?" Praxis begged.

Once Jak was certain they had reached the end, "Get out."

Praxis did as he was told, and almost immediately after departing from the sand shark, he received a swift blow to the face.

Praxis was now on the rock floor, "What? I did what I said! What are you doing?"

Jak ignored him and kicked him in the ribs. Blood was already escaping from the ex-baron's mouth.

Daxter realized what was happening, "I'll just be outside…"

Jak nodded his head as Daxter left for the exit swiftly.

Praxis instinctively grabbed his blade and brought it down on Jak's foot. Jak screamed in agony as Praxis returned to his feet. Praxis' blade was glowing bright green. Jak extracted his own two blades from their abode on his back. Jak didn't hesitate, he struck, hard. Praxis blocked his blade just in time, but he could barely hold it. Jak, still locking blades with Praxis pushed him into the wall.

Praxis was stunned, "Why are you doing this?"

Jak didn't answer. Jak delivered a high kick to his chest. Jak was caught unbalanced for a second, and Praxis ignored the pain in his chest and brought up his blade yet again. Jak knew he didn't have enough time to block it, so he sidestepped it. Jak struck his blade at his ex-prisoner. Praxis blocked surprisingly swiftly. Praxis disengaged and struck again, Jak blocked without thinking. Jak and Praxis were entering a fast, vicious, rhythm, Jak's blade glowing green with every time their blades met. Daxter sat outside, in a much lighter cavern, looking out into the desert, wondering what kinds of sick things his friend could be doing to his torturer, when really he was fighting for his life. Praxis grabbed Jak's blade and spun around, swiftly changing his position to behind Jak. Praxis' now bleeding hands were soon wrapped around Jak's neck.

"Daxter…" Jak choked.

Seeing as he had the upper hand, Praxis immediately changed his attitude, "Your friend broke you out of prison, but he can't help you now!" Praxis taunted.

Jak's hands instinctively traveled to his neck, and uninstinctively transformed into long demon claws and nearly tore the ex-baron's hands apart. Praxis let go immediately, Jak's hands returned to normal so he could grasp his blade. Praxis was stumbling backwards, and thrashing his blade in wild panic. Jak caught his blade and manipulated its course to his will, something he had gotten very good at. Jak swiftly and firmly guided Praxis' blade downwards and into the granite ground, hard. The blade stood upright, firmly planted in the ground. Jak didn't stop, using the momentum he had gained he viciously kicked Praxis square in the chest, sending him into the ground. Praxis greeted the ground, hard. He gazed upwards, to be greeted with the sight of Jak healing in his light form.

Praxis was barely conscious but he managed to say "So, that's the famous light powers."

Jak looked at him with disgust clearly unafraid of the half-conscious baron, "Who told you about that?"

Praxis answered before he finished his question, "They asked me about them, I told them I had no idea what they were talking about."

Jak turned to leave, "You're not going to kill me? That's new."

Jak didn't hesitate, equipped with an unreadable expression, Jak swiftly turned around and raised his hand, which was now turning purple. Dark eco shot throughout the air, delivering excruciating, unforgiving pain straight into Praxis' chest. Jak packed as much suffering as he could into the dark eco, trying to make up for two years of hell. Praxis did something no one would have expected, he started sobbing. Jak's facial expression remained unchanged.

Jak looked at him, really looked at him for a moment, and said, "Keira wouldn't want me to kill you. You're not worth disrespecting her memory."

Praxis chuckled, "Keira sounds like a bitch to me. I bet she hated you for your transformations. You should be glad she died so she can't see you like this."

At that moment, right there, Jak lost it. He didn't hesitate to raise his hand and blow his head off, with the very same shit he pumped into him for two years straight. The insides of the small cave were decorated with the small amount of brains that praxis had. Jak calmly equipped and threw a single plasmite bomb next to the ex-ex-baron. Jak turned to walk and didn't look back. The resulting explosion darkly harmonized with his hollow footsteps and warmed his back as one more name was crossed off his 'special list' that just seemed to keep growing.

Who the hell said revenge doesn't fulfill you? This feels great!

Jak grinned evilly as he met a certain orange ottsel in a bordering cavern.

Daxter wore a worried expression on his face, "Have fun?"

"I was almost killed." Jak informed.

Daxter then decided his friend was not a psychopath or a serial murderer and jumped onto his shoulder plate.

Jak continued out into the desert and observed the dunes. There was still sand in the air from the storms.

"Where's Mr. Mole?" Daxter asked.

The desert answered him by greeting Jak's ears with a familiar rumbling sound associated with the familiar large metal drill, decorated with a talking mole/sloth.

Weasel swung playfully from his drill and made his landing five feet from the sand shark.

"You didn't think I'd desert you, did you?"

"Which way?" Jak asked.

Weasel motioned forwards. The sand was now clearing, and the first thing Jak noticed was the bounty of rock formations and small rock mountains.

An hour later Jak and Weasel were making their way across the new terrain, when the sun was starting to go down. Jak didn't expect it to go down this soon, when he was in the caves, he must've lost track of time.

Weasel motioned to a flat, stone, mesa, with several tall rock formations sitting atop it, "We should set up camp there." Weasel suggested.

Jak agreed, he maneuvered the sand shark onto the mesa with great difficulty. Daxter assumed his usual position under the Sand shark. Weasel was in the absence of the Gila stomper, so he easily dug a deep hole with his drill and used it as his make shift bed. Jak didn't make his way to bed yet. The sand was completely clear now. He thought he saw a small speck in the distance. He equipped his goggles, and set them to zoom #25.

Jak eyed the palace and laughed manically, "Land ho."