Holy crap! Chapter ten! Ten chapters and twenty reviews!
Clue:(wearing party hat) kudos WRTD your lucky numba twenty…..can I take the hat off?
No…anyway I know I'm updating way to fast but I'm bored and its vacation time so TADA here's yet another chapter! I was in a very strange mood when I wrote this so it's slightly amusing.
Clue: (takes off hat any way, cigarette magically appears in his mouth) don't you have a project to do?
Um…no…. maybe…. NO SMOKING! (Points at big sign)… Thanks for the reviews dudes
- End authors rant.
--Get Your Freak On—ch 10--
Jak pulled off his goggles and bandana and stared up at the ebony haired bastard crouching on top of the blue dune buggy. One blue eye stared down at him from behind a smashed goggle lens; a trickle of blood ran down the side of his face.
" I should have known," he took a drag off his cigarette thoughtfully "you beat the shit out of my baby."
Jak clenched his fits, the guy wasn't even angry with him, he watched as the dark haired man with white khakis slide down the side of the vehicle.
"Jak? We've met him before…" the otsel thought for a moment "that's Clue right, his names Clue," Dax whispered.
Jak did not care what his name was he just wanted to bash his head in.
Clue stood back from his vehicle, cocked his head and accessed the damage. Jak noticed that he had a gun holster like harness attached to his shoulder. He wore a strange steely gray metal breastplate over a brown sleeve less shirt. Black gloves covered his hands and arms and disappeared under his shirt.
"Kleeeeiver," he shouted randomly pointing a black-gloved finger at his baby.
" What do want you bloody bastard! I'm telling you right now, I want you out!"
"Your paying for this!" he told the waste lander sternly, he sounded only slightly annoyed as if the situation was almost comical. Kleiver gaped at him and stumbled over his words due to his outrage, Clue did him a favor and interrupted, "your driver broke it, you're fixing it." He finished in an icy monotone.
Kleiver stared at him; murder in his eyes, "I want you out of this garage now, I never want to see you again, freak!"
Clue's apathetic mask dropped immediately. Anger simmered in his visible eye.
Jak suddenly wondered why Kleiver had called him a freak. His anger was suddenly replaced by curiosity and annoyance.
Clue took three slow steps forward and stared Kleiver down, "just cause I'm not doing your dirty work for you any more doesn't mean I'm moving my vehicle," absolutely no emotion showed through into his voice.
"This is my garage little man and what I say goes." Kleiver told him in his arrogant tone. Clue snorted smoke out his nose in contempt. "There's more than one garage in this town, the leaper children perhaps?" he said with a shady grin.
"I've told you before I don't take favors from immature gang lackeys. I've rented here since before you owned it, I've been your solid income every month….and if you want to wake up tomorrow…" he cracked the joints in his fingers without making a fist, "I think you'll see things my way."
Kleiver glared, "get out of my sight, you'll get your money! But you're fixing it yourself!"
Clue shrugged as if it never really mattered any way. He pulled his goggles down around his neck and wiped the blood from his face. He then sauntered out through the mechanical doors.
Kleiver grumbled angrily as Jak and Daxter approached him.
"Hey beautiful! Did we get a job or what?" Dax yelled at the grumbling goliath.
"Oh you. Yes yes of course ya do. But watch yourself, if ya know what's good for ya." He told Jak in a shady way.
"Yeah I'll do that," Jak said with sarcasm, Kleiver reminded him of Krew; he thought pleasantly of what had happened to Krew in the end.
He walked out of the large garage and back into the city; and there was clue, leaning against the hitching post with its warning sign. Jak ignored him and untied the reins for his leaper.
"So where you staying tonight kid?" Clue asked letting his cigarette hang from his lip.
Jak shrugged and walked his leaper away, just because he wasn't that angry at the guy any more didn't mean they were buddies.
"Cause I'm sure my room mate wouldn't mind another mouth to force feed…." He told the back of Jak's head as he flicked his cigarette into the water trough.
"No we're ggomnf…." A pair of orange paws suddenly stifled the young elf's mouth.
"Do ya got showers?" Daxter shouted looking back over Jak's shoulder.
Clue nodded as he walked toward them, he held up two fingers.
"We're in! Lead the way 'o' master of the mysterious," Daxter cried excitedly.
"Daxteeer." Jak growled lowly.
"You got a better idea blondie? Cause I'd love to hear it!" Dax argued.
"Fine." Jak almost shouted and followed the ebony haired vagabond.
They walked silently through the crowds, back toward the market near the port. They stopped at an average looking desert building with its elevated stoop and two leapers hitched in front.
Jak tied his leaper up with the other two more brightly colored ones. He then hurried up the steep steps; clue turned the doorknob to the large red front door and kicked it open. "Welcome to my lair," he said with false enthusiasm.
Jak stepped through into the dim interior only to be greeted by something being shoved into his mouth. He stared down at the green leafy end of a carrot hanging out of his mouth.
Clue strode through the door and deftly retrieved the vegetable, "Jules….what did I tell you about force feeding company." He whapped her with the carrot on her baggy yellow hat. The short young woman glared.
Jak blinked a few times in confusion.
"Was a that a carrot Jak?" Daxter asked almost as confused.
"I was aiming for you, I swear," the red head said trying to look cute. Clue chucked the carrot across the kitchen area and into the garbage. He rolled his eyes.
"You remember Jak right?" Clue asked her with a flick of his thumb toward the confused elf who had just been violated with a carrot.
"Was that… a carrot?" Jak asked echoing Daxter's earlier question.
"Um yeah I think so, it might have been a turnip, I forget." She answered absent-mindedly, "Yeah I remember him" she pointed a Jak and spoke to Clue. "He's the bastard that nearly ran me over today!"
"Jak it's the crazy girl from earlier, run! Run now. Run far. Run fast." Dax said sounding oddly paranoid.
"Hey I already said I was sorry." Jak said recovering from his nearly traumatic experience. He crossed his arms annoyed.
"Okay then…" Clue trailed off, "now that we've all started off on the right foot, I'm gona go make my head wound stop bleeding." He said in a completely different tone.
"Bi polar…" Dax whispered softly.
"Hey what the hell happened to your head!" Jules asked concerned, she grabbed him by a long slender ear.
"Ow," he said coldly as she forced his head down to her level.
"Did you pick a fight with marauders again," she touched the wound gingerly.
"Ow…again. And no, him" Clue pointed at Jak, "can I have my head back now?"
She released his head and turned to Jak, "good now I don't have to beat him!" she chirped happily as she turned back to the stove, "do you want some soup?"
Jak just kinda stared at her.
Clue made his way toward a door way near the end of the kitchen, "shower's that way," he said pointing at a closed door before he exited.
Jak took the opportunity to escape from Jules and peered after him in the other room. Clue stood in the middle of a small sitting room, his foot holding up a trap door. Jak looked at him curiously.
Clue shrugged at Jak's unvoiced question and jumped down with a thump, the door slammed behind him.
"OKAY!" Daxter shouted, "WHERE DID HE JUST GO!"
"His bat cave," Jules replied from the kitchen.
"The what?" Jak asked turning back to the kitchen.
"Never mind" she said throwing chopped carrots into a pot.
Jak shrugged and eyed the door to where the showers had been indicated to be hidden. He pulled Dax off his shoulder and plopped him on the near by cluttered kitchen table.
"Keep her company Dax," Jak said with his trademark evil grin, "your good with women" he made his way to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
"Jak! JAAAAK! Don't leave me she's psycho!" the otsel yelled in distress. Jules chose this moment to turn around holding a large butchers knife, "Oh boy!" Dax screamed like a little girl.
Jules grabbed a turnip and began to chop it up with her over sized knife, "if your not the cutest little talking fuzz ball I've ever seen…"
Dax sighed melodramatically, "You do realize you're crazy, sweet cheeks." He asked the short and mildly hyperactive woman.
"I told you don't call me that!" she yelled still holding her knife, Dax gulped. "And Clue reminds me all the time, it's a fine line you know…" she answered as if she had never been insulted, she continued chopping more things that she could have easily used a smaller knife for.
"No can't say I know what you're talking about," he said reclining out on the table.
"Between genius and insanity!" she chirped with a grin.
"Great…" he mumbled, "another hot chick with mental issues…."
She put the pot on to boil, "what you say?"
"Nothing, sweet cheeks, nothing…"
"I told you not to call me that! Stupid furry bastard."
"I… resent that."