I fully let go of Errol, and cleared my throat looking away. "I need to talk to you for a second, Laona..." Jak said lowly. He then glared at his friend on his shoulder. He got the picture, and leapt off. Jak grabbed my arm, and dragged me to a secluded spot. Errol rolled his eyes as Daxter puked. "Not near the shoes, you little rat." Errol scoffed, walking a few steps away from Daxter. "Laona what are you doing??" Jak spat angrily. "I can't help it, Jak! I fell in love with him way before anyone else." I exclaimed. "That's not excuse!" He tightened his fists. I could see that the darkness within him was beginning to rise. That's how pissed he was. "You are a whore, you know that? A slut. What have you been doing with Errol??" "Just because you saw me kissing him, doesn't mean that there was anything else going on!" I scoffed. Well, I did do um.. you know what with him, but he didn't have to know that. That'd get him more angry. "You did it with him, didn't you." He accused, walking closer to me. I backed off, glaring at him. "I didn't say that." I said calmly. "You DID." I swallowed. His rage was overwhelming him. "You're a bitch, Laona." "Jak!" I pleaded, as he grabbed my throat and pinned me to a wall. He was out of control! "I don't know why I fell for your poor excuse as a woman. I wouldn't be surprised if I saw you out on the streets posing as a prostitute." He growled roughly. His skin began to turn white, along with his hair turning a grayish color. "Jak you're hurting me... Stop please!" I choked, fighting for every ounce of air I could get. He was really beginning to scare me.
"Shut up you bitch." YOU ARE TURNING INTO DARK! WAKE UP! STOP! I couldn't speak, and I was getting dizzy. I managed to scream. Errol heard my cries for help. Jak took me just across the theatre and inside a deserted alley. He grabbed a metal bar, and started running towards the sounds of my screaming, and Jak's growling. Daxter ran after him, to keep watch. "I'll hurt you to where you'll never be able to see your precious lover again." Dark Jak growled. I glared at him, tempted to fight off Jak's dark side. "If I'm a bitch, you're a Dark Eco Freak!" That got him more pissed. Right before he struck me with his claws, Errol knocked him out with the metal bar as hard as he could possible. Jak's angry expression suddenly stopped, frowned, and let out a weak low sigh as he fell limp. Once he fell to the ground, letting go completely I held my throat, coughing. Jak turned back to normal, but was still out of it. I hugged Errol as he dropped the bar and held me close, as I caught my breath. Daxter's eyes widened. "I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS, ERROL!" He pointed at him. "He was saving me, Daxter!" I spat, glaring at him. Daxter glared back at me, lowering his arm down and clenching his fists. "What would you do if something like that was just about to kill you!" I cried. The little ottsil ran off. "There'll be no living with him after this..." I said weakly. "Hope not." He sighed. "Jak, are you coming back yet?" Torn asked on his communicator. I let go of the former KG colonel and picked up Jak's communicator. I had to make up something. "Torn, Jak was attacked by a metal head, and somehow got knocked out of it." "What? Jak's much stronger than a mere Metal Head. How'd he get knocked out of it?" "It came out of surprise I guess. He's not hurt badly." There was a slight pause. "Jak was delivering popcorn, soda, and an eco shipment from the movie theatre. If it's still on him, bring it back over here to the Naughty Ottsil." "Should I drag 'em over there too?" "If you can it'd be great." I grinned, "I was joking. But I will drag 'em over there"
Errol and I had to drag him over to the Naughty Ottsil, along with the items he was originally picking up. We laid him gently on the floor. Torn studied Jak's expression. It wasn't a relaxed face, nor an angry faced. More like a mournful face than anything else. He turned to look at Errol. He was chilling at the bar. I sighed and squatted down next to Jak. I said to him, "Some hero you are." I knew he didn't hear it, but I just felt like saying it. Torn felt that something wasn't right. "If the metal head knocked him out, he would have scratches and torn parts of his clothes.. Or at least a mark." I stood up, looking at him. "There is a mark. On the back of his head." I bent down again and turned the blonde to the side, pointing it out. "See?" He nodded. "Yeah.." Phew. He fell for it. I walked over to Errol, and he grinned weakly, then turned his face neutral again. "I'm gonna head on home." I stated, beginning to head for the door. Torn stopped me by holding me by the shoulder. "Hey, we were going to have a movie night tonight.. Can't you join us?" He asked. Daxter walked in, and immediately glared at both me and Errol silently. I looked at the ottsil and frowned. "No I really have to go. I'm not feeling good enough for a movie night. Maybe later." I said, releasing myself from Torn's hand. He shrugged. "Your loss." Errol followed soon after. Daxter immediately ran over to his friend. "F-k..." He grumbled angrily. He then hopped on Jak's chest. "Hey, wake up!" Torn sighed, "I'm sure he'll come around soon or a later. Laona told me a creature knocked him out." Torn said, taking a drink. Daxter looked up at Torn in slight disbelief. "Yeah, it was a creature alright! One with orange hair and won't freakin' die no matter what we do!" Daxter exclaimed. Torn looked at him, sitting down on a bar stool. "I'm sensing you're talking about Zamekhein?" "YES. ZAMEKHEIN. He knocked him out with a metal bar! I saw it myself!" He whaled, walking off Jak. Torn studied Daxter harder. "Why'd he do that??" The ottsil frowned. "Something about an affair. To my point of view, Laona was cheatin' on Jak with Errol. Jak turned all mean an nasty 'cause it really pissed him off when we caught them smoochin'." Torn blinked, and Daxter continued on. "Jak nearly killed her, so Errol had to knock him out." Then, the colonel let out a deep rough sigh. "Laona the trouble you can get into..." He frowned. "I know." Daxter said lowly. Jak began to move his head around back and fourth, mumbling something inaudible. Daxter eagerly went to his side. "Jak! You're awake!" He smiled. The blonde let out a small sigh, sitting up and holding the back of his neck. "Ow." He grumbled. Torn stood up, "I need to have a little chat with Laona. She purposely lied to her commander in chief." He began to walk out the door.
"I need to get divorce papers." I sighed, hugging my bare arms. Errol looked up at the sky. It was getting dark, and the green moon was rising up into the sky ever so slowly. "Have you ever looked up at the sky and wondered to yourself about your life? Just... Look up at the sky and gather up your thoughts." "You're quite mellow this evening." I stated. It was unusual for Errol to think in curiosity. He shrugged. "I guess knocking Jak's lights out knocked a little thought in me as a backlash." "Laona!" Torn shouted from afar. I stopped to turn back seeing Torn walk briskly towards us. Errol rolled his eyes, and stopped a little ahead of me. "A little word." The Freedom League Colonel said as he finally reached us. I nodded, as he glared at the former KG Colonel. "In private." He said sharply. We were right next to the gun course, so we talked in there as Errol waited outside. "Daxter told me you're having an affair with Jak." I looked down. "Did you lie to me about the metal head?" Without moving my head, I looked up straight in his eyes. I didn't say anything. "Answer me. Truthfully." He crossed his arms. "Yes sir." I said. "Are you having an affair with Jak?" "Yes sir." "Have you lied to your Freedom League Commander?" He said loudly. "Yes sir!" I whaled. I didn't like this. "Drop and give me 50 push ups." I looked at him as if he was crazy. He was serious, and mad. "NOW." He commanded, and within a mill-second I dropped to the floor and started doing push ups. Torn crossed his arms and circled me as he counted. "10.. 11.. 12.. 13.. 14.. 15.." He numbered off quietly. Jak finished Torn's drink at the Naughty Ottsil. "I just couldn't think I was just.. Pissed, ya know?" He frowned. "It's not your fault." Daxter stated, cleaning a glass. Jak looked at his friend. "I almost killed her. I guess I deserved that K.O. Errol gave me." Daxter cocked his eyebrow and stared at him. "Ok now you're making MY neck ache." The blonde groaned and held his neck. Errol came in silently. He didn't feel like waiting all night. It takes a while for me to do 50 push ups in a row. If one of his soldiers mess up on a routine, he makes them do it again and again, and again. That's how brutal a commander he was. Just think about me doing 50 push ups! Jak winced seeing the former KG Colonel. "Haven't you inflicted enough pain, Errol? Go make out with your new girlfriend." Daxter scoffed. He ignored Daxter's comment and sat down next to the man he not so long ago knocked the daisies out of. "You might want to put some ice on that." He said lowly. Jak glared at him. "Why?" "So you don't get a giant bruise on your neck." "No why'd you have to steal Laona away from me? Why don't you just back off?" Errol looked at Jak blankly. "She could've said no any time. But she couldn't help herself. I guess I have the better charm." He grinned weakly. "She doesn't love me?" Jak asked. "I didn't say that." A moment passed. "I should thank you, I guess for knocking me out of it. I would've killed her." "I would've killed you if you did." Errol sighed.
After I was FINALLY done for the 3rd time of 50 push ups, and just laying on my bare stomach catching my breath, Torn nodded. "Have you learned your lesson!" Torn shouted in a loud commanding tone. I felt like I was going through Krimson Guard training all over again. I stood up and saluted. "Yes sir! I have learned my lesson sir!" "Your position in the guard has dropped one point former co-commander. You are now a soldier like everyone else. Do you understand?" He said, getting up in my face, with no mercy in his eyes. He had to be firm with me when it came to the guard. The Freedom League was the first line of defense, and Torn did his best to keep it strong. "Yes sir!" I shouted without any change in tone. Inside, I was torn apart. I was stripped of my title, and it was replaced with a lower title. How embarrassing. We walked out of the gun course and went back to the Naughty Ottsil.
"Shut up you bitch." YOU ARE TURNING INTO DARK! WAKE UP! STOP! I couldn't speak, and I was getting dizzy. I managed to scream. Errol heard my cries for help. Jak took me just across the theatre and inside a deserted alley. He grabbed a metal bar, and started running towards the sounds of my screaming, and Jak's growling. Daxter ran after him, to keep watch. "I'll hurt you to where you'll never be able to see your precious lover again." Dark Jak growled. I glared at him, tempted to fight off Jak's dark side. "If I'm a bitch, you're a Dark Eco Freak!" That got him more pissed. Right before he struck me with his claws, Errol knocked him out with the metal bar as hard as he could possible. Jak's angry expression suddenly stopped, frowned, and let out a weak low sigh as he fell limp. Once he fell to the ground, letting go completely I held my throat, coughing. Jak turned back to normal, but was still out of it. I hugged Errol as he dropped the bar and held me close, as I caught my breath. Daxter's eyes widened. "I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS, ERROL!" He pointed at him. "He was saving me, Daxter!" I spat, glaring at him. Daxter glared back at me, lowering his arm down and clenching his fists. "What would you do if something like that was just about to kill you!" I cried. The little ottsil ran off. "There'll be no living with him after this..." I said weakly. "Hope not." He sighed. "Jak, are you coming back yet?" Torn asked on his communicator. I let go of the former KG colonel and picked up Jak's communicator. I had to make up something. "Torn, Jak was attacked by a metal head, and somehow got knocked out of it." "What? Jak's much stronger than a mere Metal Head. How'd he get knocked out of it?" "It came out of surprise I guess. He's not hurt badly." There was a slight pause. "Jak was delivering popcorn, soda, and an eco shipment from the movie theatre. If it's still on him, bring it back over here to the Naughty Ottsil." "Should I drag 'em over there too?" "If you can it'd be great." I grinned, "I was joking. But I will drag 'em over there"
Errol and I had to drag him over to the Naughty Ottsil, along with the items he was originally picking up. We laid him gently on the floor. Torn studied Jak's expression. It wasn't a relaxed face, nor an angry faced. More like a mournful face than anything else. He turned to look at Errol. He was chilling at the bar. I sighed and squatted down next to Jak. I said to him, "Some hero you are." I knew he didn't hear it, but I just felt like saying it. Torn felt that something wasn't right. "If the metal head knocked him out, he would have scratches and torn parts of his clothes.. Or at least a mark." I stood up, looking at him. "There is a mark. On the back of his head." I bent down again and turned the blonde to the side, pointing it out. "See?" He nodded. "Yeah.." Phew. He fell for it. I walked over to Errol, and he grinned weakly, then turned his face neutral again. "I'm gonna head on home." I stated, beginning to head for the door. Torn stopped me by holding me by the shoulder. "Hey, we were going to have a movie night tonight.. Can't you join us?" He asked. Daxter walked in, and immediately glared at both me and Errol silently. I looked at the ottsil and frowned. "No I really have to go. I'm not feeling good enough for a movie night. Maybe later." I said, releasing myself from Torn's hand. He shrugged. "Your loss." Errol followed soon after. Daxter immediately ran over to his friend. "F-k..." He grumbled angrily. He then hopped on Jak's chest. "Hey, wake up!" Torn sighed, "I'm sure he'll come around soon or a later. Laona told me a creature knocked him out." Torn said, taking a drink. Daxter looked up at Torn in slight disbelief. "Yeah, it was a creature alright! One with orange hair and won't freakin' die no matter what we do!" Daxter exclaimed. Torn looked at him, sitting down on a bar stool. "I'm sensing you're talking about Zamekhein?" "YES. ZAMEKHEIN. He knocked him out with a metal bar! I saw it myself!" He whaled, walking off Jak. Torn studied Daxter harder. "Why'd he do that??" The ottsil frowned. "Something about an affair. To my point of view, Laona was cheatin' on Jak with Errol. Jak turned all mean an nasty 'cause it really pissed him off when we caught them smoochin'." Torn blinked, and Daxter continued on. "Jak nearly killed her, so Errol had to knock him out." Then, the colonel let out a deep rough sigh. "Laona the trouble you can get into..." He frowned. "I know." Daxter said lowly. Jak began to move his head around back and fourth, mumbling something inaudible. Daxter eagerly went to his side. "Jak! You're awake!" He smiled. The blonde let out a small sigh, sitting up and holding the back of his neck. "Ow." He grumbled. Torn stood up, "I need to have a little chat with Laona. She purposely lied to her commander in chief." He began to walk out the door.
"I need to get divorce papers." I sighed, hugging my bare arms. Errol looked up at the sky. It was getting dark, and the green moon was rising up into the sky ever so slowly. "Have you ever looked up at the sky and wondered to yourself about your life? Just... Look up at the sky and gather up your thoughts." "You're quite mellow this evening." I stated. It was unusual for Errol to think in curiosity. He shrugged. "I guess knocking Jak's lights out knocked a little thought in me as a backlash." "Laona!" Torn shouted from afar. I stopped to turn back seeing Torn walk briskly towards us. Errol rolled his eyes, and stopped a little ahead of me. "A little word." The Freedom League Colonel said as he finally reached us. I nodded, as he glared at the former KG Colonel. "In private." He said sharply. We were right next to the gun course, so we talked in there as Errol waited outside. "Daxter told me you're having an affair with Jak." I looked down. "Did you lie to me about the metal head?" Without moving my head, I looked up straight in his eyes. I didn't say anything. "Answer me. Truthfully." He crossed his arms. "Yes sir." I said. "Are you having an affair with Jak?" "Yes sir." "Have you lied to your Freedom League Commander?" He said loudly. "Yes sir!" I whaled. I didn't like this. "Drop and give me 50 push ups." I looked at him as if he was crazy. He was serious, and mad. "NOW." He commanded, and within a mill-second I dropped to the floor and started doing push ups. Torn crossed his arms and circled me as he counted. "10.. 11.. 12.. 13.. 14.. 15.." He numbered off quietly. Jak finished Torn's drink at the Naughty Ottsil. "I just couldn't think I was just.. Pissed, ya know?" He frowned. "It's not your fault." Daxter stated, cleaning a glass. Jak looked at his friend. "I almost killed her. I guess I deserved that K.O. Errol gave me." Daxter cocked his eyebrow and stared at him. "Ok now you're making MY neck ache." The blonde groaned and held his neck. Errol came in silently. He didn't feel like waiting all night. It takes a while for me to do 50 push ups in a row. If one of his soldiers mess up on a routine, he makes them do it again and again, and again. That's how brutal a commander he was. Just think about me doing 50 push ups! Jak winced seeing the former KG Colonel. "Haven't you inflicted enough pain, Errol? Go make out with your new girlfriend." Daxter scoffed. He ignored Daxter's comment and sat down next to the man he not so long ago knocked the daisies out of. "You might want to put some ice on that." He said lowly. Jak glared at him. "Why?" "So you don't get a giant bruise on your neck." "No why'd you have to steal Laona away from me? Why don't you just back off?" Errol looked at Jak blankly. "She could've said no any time. But she couldn't help herself. I guess I have the better charm." He grinned weakly. "She doesn't love me?" Jak asked. "I didn't say that." A moment passed. "I should thank you, I guess for knocking me out of it. I would've killed her." "I would've killed you if you did." Errol sighed.
After I was FINALLY done for the 3rd time of 50 push ups, and just laying on my bare stomach catching my breath, Torn nodded. "Have you learned your lesson!" Torn shouted in a loud commanding tone. I felt like I was going through Krimson Guard training all over again. I stood up and saluted. "Yes sir! I have learned my lesson sir!" "Your position in the guard has dropped one point former co-commander. You are now a soldier like everyone else. Do you understand?" He said, getting up in my face, with no mercy in his eyes. He had to be firm with me when it came to the guard. The Freedom League was the first line of defense, and Torn did his best to keep it strong. "Yes sir!" I shouted without any change in tone. Inside, I was torn apart. I was stripped of my title, and it was replaced with a lower title. How embarrassing. We walked out of the gun course and went back to the Naughty Ottsil.