Yay, A new chapter for you all!
The reason why it took so long: I have been away for a week, great fun and not much sleep. More about that later.
If you guys haven't noticed yet then I can tell you that this is supposed to be a 'dark' story, with all that comes with that. There might be some fluff, sometime. Just need to find the right time, and well. characters that can fluff with each other. (I have a great plan build up in my little twisted head. Not finished by the way.)
You might find that from now on, some of the characters used here also are in other fics. That's because I borrowed them. (THANK YOU)! Reason: when I create a character I like to give him/her a unique or at least complex personality. That takes up a lot of space (just see how much Emaly has taken up so far!). Problem.
Solution: Need bad guy - borrow bad guy. Need asshole - borrow asshole (cough, Karlos cough). If you want someone in here, just let me know, and I'll try to work them in.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Jak & Daxter or Jak II or Jak (Naughty Dog) or Morion (Rocker baby), but I do own Emaly and Sidric.
Here we go:
Chapter 3: A new Beginning
-----
An eye opened. Her body was fighting against something inside with all it had. Shaking and confused she sat up and looked around.
She was in a little cage, in a large room. Rays of light entered from windows placed near the roof. You could tell from the light reflected in the dust in the air, that the room was very dirty.
There were a lot of other people. The cages was hanging around a metre over the ground, but chained so they wouldn't swing. The cages were a few metres apart. Just enough to make sure no one could touch each other.
Heavy bars going both vertical and horizontal made sure they would stay inside. A thin layer of wood covered the bottom so they weren't in direct contact with the bottom bars, but still not able to get out that way.
Some of the others were stirring, some also sitting up. Other bodies just laid limp. She was searching the room with her eye for the blonde boy and found him to be in a cage not far from her's.
He was breathing heavily and hurling himself to and from, still sleeping. Whatever they put in him seemed to affect him far more than what they put in _her_ affected _her_ body.
Her body was shaking and aching all over, but it was the kind of pain you could ignore. Well, _she_ could ignore, anyway. She was from the street. Any showing of pain or feelings would be taken advantage of. You wouldn't get a chance unless you could. forget. about those things. Sad really. She often wanted to just say what she felt like saying, tell people how much she cared for them or. find a place where you could relax for just one second.
But that place was nowhere. She had learned it the hard way. There was no easy way unless you let go of your principals and do. what needed to be done. A little smile came over her lips thinking about her first thieving lesson from 'a professional'. He thought he was SO smart. She liked being smarter than people who thought they were smart.
----* Flashback *---- After numerous failed attempts she leaned against a wall facing the marketplace. They said it was so easy stealing from people at places like this, why couldn't she?
They always noticed when she grabbed for their purses or else she couldn't find out where they were hiding them. She was beginning to give up.
A boy walked over to the puzzled girl, leaned against the wall next to her.
"No luck, eh?"
"Hmph."
"I'll teach you a few tricks, what do you say?"
"."
"Don't worry pretty thing like you should be able to give me back what you owe me without much trouble."
"Well then, show me what you got", she said eyeing him.
"Payment first"
"No way. You'll just run off as soon as you have gotten your 'payment' "
"And what makes you think I feel like trusting you?"
"You started." A small grin formed on her lips.
"Got me there"
-----
The rest of the day was spend training. Techniques, hints and much more was discussed professionally between the two. Pure business.
Payback time was set in his apartment.
A passionate-looking, but cold-hearted kiss pressed her against the wall. Her finger traced slowly along the lining of his trousers from his side to the front.
About halfway there she felt a hand making its way inside her (actually very small) top.
That was her cue. She drew the knife he had at his side and planted it deep in his stomach rummaging a little.
She felt a warm liquid run over her fingers and on to her clothes.
As all his movements stopped she put a foot against his chest and pushed back. His body fell limp on the floor.
"Bastard", she said with a dry voice.
"One down, a world to go", she added with a sigh. Amused of the way one side of her was trying to make up for all bad in the world. Amused indeed.
One side hoping and believing in a greater good somewhere, the other laughing at it's foolishness.
-----*END OF FLASHBACK*-----
She felt like improving the world, she just didn't know how to.
First, she might need to improve herself. She had gotten rather mean over the years. But right now, all she wanted to improve was her situation.
-----
A few cages from the wondering girl Jak fell into consciousness only to realize how bad he was feeling.
It felt like all his muscles were being ripped over on the same time, all the time. The pain was unbearable. He tossed and turned trying to make it go away, unsuccessful. He had a hard time breathing as well. It hurt really bad when taking in air, so he had to take few, but big breaths.
After a few minutes of consciousness he passed out again. The pain would end for a little while, but be in his body for a long time after. Maybe forever. Nothing could compare to what he felt like now. And it wasn't in the good way.
-----
The man in the cage next to her collapsed with a sigh and stopped breathing after some time. Death was all around her, taking the tortured souls to eternal rest. She kept an eye on the blonde as if it would help him stay alive.
As his movements were getting less radical and his breathing stabilized, she began to relax.
After some time she stopped shaking, but could still feel something stirring inside.
Eco. Would she now be constantly charged with. white was it?. eco? She felt like herself. And looked the same for that matter.
The others didn't sees to be charged either. How did it affect them at all? Oh yeah, they were guinea pigs. They were used to see if this would really work.
Somewhere she could hear a man taking his last desperate inhales before giving up. Next to her a guy was having cramps. It was the guy who was experimented on before her. She remembered his lanky body. As he rolled over dead she got to look into his big, brown eyes seeing relief.
-----
A few hours later, and after a little sleep, some guards came in. They removed those of the prisoners who were dead and took down their cages leaving only seven or so. And to make sure they were dead. A knife was placed directly in their heart.
She looked around at the remaining 'crowd' and saw that Jak was one of them. And he was sleeping peacefully. Somehow he touched her motherly side, even though she didn't thought she had one. She felt a need to protect him.
"Motherly side", she whispered to herself
"Nah, I traded my motherly side for the will to survive a long time ago", she thought.
-----
Waking up to a sore body was nothing new to him, but the fact that the enormous pain, he had felt the last time he woke up, was gone surprised him.
His body had sort of given in to whatever plagued him before, now letting it aid him.
He looked up to see most of the cages gone. But Emaly was there, and she was awake. Didn't she ever sleep?
They got eye contact and she waved her hand to make sure he had seen her.
He sat up facing her.
"Morning", she looked and sounded surprisingly fresh
"Morning"
"Thought I was gonna loose you, y'know"
"What do you mean?"
"You should have seen yourself. MAN, you looked like you had a nightmare that lasted for years put down in a few hours! You were shaking, no. cramping and tossing and turning, in your sleep! And for hours. You got me all worried. It's good you're feeling better."
"Who said I fell better?"
"You definitely look so."
"I don't feel better, just different"
". Me too. It's like you couldn't win, so you just gave up. I hate the feeling of giving up. Giving in to something you don't want. Something you don't know what is. I mean, I do a lot of things where I don't know the consequences, but this. It was either give in or. die. I thought I was strong and could hold on. It really bothers me you know?"
"Or maybe you were just strong enough to merge with the power given to you."
Silence came from the girl and spread to the entire room. The others were listening too, awaiting an answer.
"Y-you mean what?" She said with a doubting voice breaking the silence
"Some people are good at channelling eco, some can't and some are in between. If you're a really good channeller I guess you can unite with it too, if under the right circumstances."
Somehow whatever little he said always seemed to make so much sense that he didn't have to say more than a few sentences a day. Unlike most of the people she knew he didn't talk just to talk. Being able to talk all the time could also be a gift, but somehow this seemed so much more valuable even though you didn't get to know him very well. Or maybe this just was knowing him - the strong and silent type.
She wondered. And admired. He would make a great ally.
-----
All the others were awake now. Some had been listening to the quiet conversation between the two, others had just been distant, trying to regain control of themselves.
Sidric entered the room. He looked around, quite pleased to see that several people had survived. That was more than expected. Well, _someone_ surviving was more than expected.
He felt a small squint of jealousy build up inside him. He feared that he wouldn't be in charge of this much longer. He was just hired to invent a to put eco into people. Then someone with closer relations to 'the boss' would just take over.
He didn't want to quit now. It was HIS experiment. HIS success. HIS inventions. HIS gunea pigs.
He owned them.
He started it all, why couldn't he.? He knew there was no way of getting to be in charge. Damn that Morion guy. He was the Baron's favourite. He was in charge of all the good experiments.
He was still the only one who could liquefy eco. No one else knew how to. He didn't know what he did himself, but the experiments just seemed to work when he was around.
If he was lucky he would get a job as assistent.
A sigh was heard from the scientist before he gave the orders to test the survivors.
Test their strength, agility, eyesight and so on. They would be tested regularly to see if there was any progress.
-----
And progress indeed.
To begin with they could just feel a slight buzz inside that went away after a few days. Even though you couldn't tell by their looks, their bodies grew stronger and their brains sharper for every day they had been affected by the eco.
Because of the successful experiments more eco-affected people soon joined the growing crowd, but none of them were as strong as the first few.
They didn't seem to have the same natural feel with the eco.
-----
OOOoooh! Exiting! Want more? I'll give it to ya, but you got to review.
Now for review-responses:
Who's first?
You all: Me, me!
Kiz: Nope one at the time, let's do it chronologically.
Darksbane: He's mine now. Hehe! I've got something in store for him and Emaly (this is called teasing.). Too bad I'm now quite sure what that something is yet.
As for Kaza, I think I might hire him to do a sum up of a chapter if it gets too.. let's say mature, violent or sex-oriented, OK?
Kaza: Hey you dimwit, a' 'ave ears 'nd fellin's too, ya know!
Kiz: No I don't, and besides, I suck at writing weird English. I'm already having a hard time with the ordinary. Praise be to whoever invented the dictionary! Hey that rhymed!
Speaking of rhyming, last week I has at a musicschool-thing (reason why I don't call it band-camp will follow later.). And we (about 60 kids my age) were 'secret friend' for one of the other.
For mine I wrote a poem each day that was read out loud at one of the meals. They were a little love-letter like, and he got SO embarrassed, and it was SO fun! He forgave me in the end, because he also thought they were funny. And every body loved them, and they were so surpriced that I had written them. I got so many positive compliments. I feel good.
Oh yeah, the reasom why I didn't call it band-camp: I play the flute. (And this one time. at band-camp.), hmm that's one of the first things I hear when telling people that I play the flute. yay, not.
Back to Darksbane. Thanks for letting me borrow your characters, I'll let you borrow my pencil sharpener in return. If you dare handle it's almighty and undefeatable power. Or something.
Next is. (drums) Eco master! Thanks, but I won't. I plan on not only dragging him through a lot more of physical pain (psycic too) , but also mental and moral decisions and what's worse. There. I plan on being a real meenie to them.
Jak and Emaly: NOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo (you get the idea?)
As they scream, I continue with Amandaxter: Thanks, and BTW I'm Danish. You should have an idea of where Denmark is ( you're German, right?) or I'll hit you really hard with a dansk-tysk (translation: Danish-dutch)-dictionary if I manage to find one somewhere. Ok, not serious, but just look a little north of your own country.
Jak and Emaly: ooooooooOOOOOOOOooo (breathe) ooooooooOOOOOOOOOOoooo
Kiz: enough already!
Jak sending sorry-eyes
Emaly panting heavily
Rocker baby: One word: Awwwowyoureallythinkso?Thanks,hugsandforgiveness.Favouriteyousure?NicethatsS OOcool.
:D
I'm flattered! (a big, note BIG, smile goes across Kiz's face from one ear to the other)
Kiz comes back to earth.
The counting thing is actually something I have gotten from my mom. I'm good at remembering numbers too. Well, that's me! As far as I remember there's 701 steps up the Eiffel Tower in Paris if you take the elevator up the first piece of way.
I just took that and mixed it with going insane. That's just my guess at the outcome.
This is now beginning to be one of the longest things I have written like, EVER! Wow, I just keep impressing myself.
As mentioned before: If you would like someone to be in this fic, just ask away!
But don't forget to REVIEW!
Ellers finder jeg en gnu og sender den efter dig! HA!
*Translation: Or else I'll find a (my lousy dictionary does not cover the work 'gnu', but it's like an African oxe or something) and send it after you! HA!
The reason why it took so long: I have been away for a week, great fun and not much sleep. More about that later.
If you guys haven't noticed yet then I can tell you that this is supposed to be a 'dark' story, with all that comes with that. There might be some fluff, sometime. Just need to find the right time, and well. characters that can fluff with each other. (I have a great plan build up in my little twisted head. Not finished by the way.)
You might find that from now on, some of the characters used here also are in other fics. That's because I borrowed them. (THANK YOU)! Reason: when I create a character I like to give him/her a unique or at least complex personality. That takes up a lot of space (just see how much Emaly has taken up so far!). Problem.
Solution: Need bad guy - borrow bad guy. Need asshole - borrow asshole (cough, Karlos cough). If you want someone in here, just let me know, and I'll try to work them in.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Jak & Daxter or Jak II or Jak (Naughty Dog) or Morion (Rocker baby), but I do own Emaly and Sidric.
Here we go:
Chapter 3: A new Beginning
-----
An eye opened. Her body was fighting against something inside with all it had. Shaking and confused she sat up and looked around.
She was in a little cage, in a large room. Rays of light entered from windows placed near the roof. You could tell from the light reflected in the dust in the air, that the room was very dirty.
There were a lot of other people. The cages was hanging around a metre over the ground, but chained so they wouldn't swing. The cages were a few metres apart. Just enough to make sure no one could touch each other.
Heavy bars going both vertical and horizontal made sure they would stay inside. A thin layer of wood covered the bottom so they weren't in direct contact with the bottom bars, but still not able to get out that way.
Some of the others were stirring, some also sitting up. Other bodies just laid limp. She was searching the room with her eye for the blonde boy and found him to be in a cage not far from her's.
He was breathing heavily and hurling himself to and from, still sleeping. Whatever they put in him seemed to affect him far more than what they put in _her_ affected _her_ body.
Her body was shaking and aching all over, but it was the kind of pain you could ignore. Well, _she_ could ignore, anyway. She was from the street. Any showing of pain or feelings would be taken advantage of. You wouldn't get a chance unless you could. forget. about those things. Sad really. She often wanted to just say what she felt like saying, tell people how much she cared for them or. find a place where you could relax for just one second.
But that place was nowhere. She had learned it the hard way. There was no easy way unless you let go of your principals and do. what needed to be done. A little smile came over her lips thinking about her first thieving lesson from 'a professional'. He thought he was SO smart. She liked being smarter than people who thought they were smart.
----* Flashback *---- After numerous failed attempts she leaned against a wall facing the marketplace. They said it was so easy stealing from people at places like this, why couldn't she?
They always noticed when she grabbed for their purses or else she couldn't find out where they were hiding them. She was beginning to give up.
A boy walked over to the puzzled girl, leaned against the wall next to her.
"No luck, eh?"
"Hmph."
"I'll teach you a few tricks, what do you say?"
"."
"Don't worry pretty thing like you should be able to give me back what you owe me without much trouble."
"Well then, show me what you got", she said eyeing him.
"Payment first"
"No way. You'll just run off as soon as you have gotten your 'payment' "
"And what makes you think I feel like trusting you?"
"You started." A small grin formed on her lips.
"Got me there"
-----
The rest of the day was spend training. Techniques, hints and much more was discussed professionally between the two. Pure business.
Payback time was set in his apartment.
A passionate-looking, but cold-hearted kiss pressed her against the wall. Her finger traced slowly along the lining of his trousers from his side to the front.
About halfway there she felt a hand making its way inside her (actually very small) top.
That was her cue. She drew the knife he had at his side and planted it deep in his stomach rummaging a little.
She felt a warm liquid run over her fingers and on to her clothes.
As all his movements stopped she put a foot against his chest and pushed back. His body fell limp on the floor.
"Bastard", she said with a dry voice.
"One down, a world to go", she added with a sigh. Amused of the way one side of her was trying to make up for all bad in the world. Amused indeed.
One side hoping and believing in a greater good somewhere, the other laughing at it's foolishness.
-----*END OF FLASHBACK*-----
She felt like improving the world, she just didn't know how to.
First, she might need to improve herself. She had gotten rather mean over the years. But right now, all she wanted to improve was her situation.
-----
A few cages from the wondering girl Jak fell into consciousness only to realize how bad he was feeling.
It felt like all his muscles were being ripped over on the same time, all the time. The pain was unbearable. He tossed and turned trying to make it go away, unsuccessful. He had a hard time breathing as well. It hurt really bad when taking in air, so he had to take few, but big breaths.
After a few minutes of consciousness he passed out again. The pain would end for a little while, but be in his body for a long time after. Maybe forever. Nothing could compare to what he felt like now. And it wasn't in the good way.
-----
The man in the cage next to her collapsed with a sigh and stopped breathing after some time. Death was all around her, taking the tortured souls to eternal rest. She kept an eye on the blonde as if it would help him stay alive.
As his movements were getting less radical and his breathing stabilized, she began to relax.
After some time she stopped shaking, but could still feel something stirring inside.
Eco. Would she now be constantly charged with. white was it?. eco? She felt like herself. And looked the same for that matter.
The others didn't sees to be charged either. How did it affect them at all? Oh yeah, they were guinea pigs. They were used to see if this would really work.
Somewhere she could hear a man taking his last desperate inhales before giving up. Next to her a guy was having cramps. It was the guy who was experimented on before her. She remembered his lanky body. As he rolled over dead she got to look into his big, brown eyes seeing relief.
-----
A few hours later, and after a little sleep, some guards came in. They removed those of the prisoners who were dead and took down their cages leaving only seven or so. And to make sure they were dead. A knife was placed directly in their heart.
She looked around at the remaining 'crowd' and saw that Jak was one of them. And he was sleeping peacefully. Somehow he touched her motherly side, even though she didn't thought she had one. She felt a need to protect him.
"Motherly side", she whispered to herself
"Nah, I traded my motherly side for the will to survive a long time ago", she thought.
-----
Waking up to a sore body was nothing new to him, but the fact that the enormous pain, he had felt the last time he woke up, was gone surprised him.
His body had sort of given in to whatever plagued him before, now letting it aid him.
He looked up to see most of the cages gone. But Emaly was there, and she was awake. Didn't she ever sleep?
They got eye contact and she waved her hand to make sure he had seen her.
He sat up facing her.
"Morning", she looked and sounded surprisingly fresh
"Morning"
"Thought I was gonna loose you, y'know"
"What do you mean?"
"You should have seen yourself. MAN, you looked like you had a nightmare that lasted for years put down in a few hours! You were shaking, no. cramping and tossing and turning, in your sleep! And for hours. You got me all worried. It's good you're feeling better."
"Who said I fell better?"
"You definitely look so."
"I don't feel better, just different"
". Me too. It's like you couldn't win, so you just gave up. I hate the feeling of giving up. Giving in to something you don't want. Something you don't know what is. I mean, I do a lot of things where I don't know the consequences, but this. It was either give in or. die. I thought I was strong and could hold on. It really bothers me you know?"
"Or maybe you were just strong enough to merge with the power given to you."
Silence came from the girl and spread to the entire room. The others were listening too, awaiting an answer.
"Y-you mean what?" She said with a doubting voice breaking the silence
"Some people are good at channelling eco, some can't and some are in between. If you're a really good channeller I guess you can unite with it too, if under the right circumstances."
Somehow whatever little he said always seemed to make so much sense that he didn't have to say more than a few sentences a day. Unlike most of the people she knew he didn't talk just to talk. Being able to talk all the time could also be a gift, but somehow this seemed so much more valuable even though you didn't get to know him very well. Or maybe this just was knowing him - the strong and silent type.
She wondered. And admired. He would make a great ally.
-----
All the others were awake now. Some had been listening to the quiet conversation between the two, others had just been distant, trying to regain control of themselves.
Sidric entered the room. He looked around, quite pleased to see that several people had survived. That was more than expected. Well, _someone_ surviving was more than expected.
He felt a small squint of jealousy build up inside him. He feared that he wouldn't be in charge of this much longer. He was just hired to invent a to put eco into people. Then someone with closer relations to 'the boss' would just take over.
He didn't want to quit now. It was HIS experiment. HIS success. HIS inventions. HIS gunea pigs.
He owned them.
He started it all, why couldn't he.? He knew there was no way of getting to be in charge. Damn that Morion guy. He was the Baron's favourite. He was in charge of all the good experiments.
He was still the only one who could liquefy eco. No one else knew how to. He didn't know what he did himself, but the experiments just seemed to work when he was around.
If he was lucky he would get a job as assistent.
A sigh was heard from the scientist before he gave the orders to test the survivors.
Test their strength, agility, eyesight and so on. They would be tested regularly to see if there was any progress.
-----
And progress indeed.
To begin with they could just feel a slight buzz inside that went away after a few days. Even though you couldn't tell by their looks, their bodies grew stronger and their brains sharper for every day they had been affected by the eco.
Because of the successful experiments more eco-affected people soon joined the growing crowd, but none of them were as strong as the first few.
They didn't seem to have the same natural feel with the eco.
-----
OOOoooh! Exiting! Want more? I'll give it to ya, but you got to review.
Now for review-responses:
Who's first?
You all: Me, me!
Kiz: Nope one at the time, let's do it chronologically.
Darksbane: He's mine now. Hehe! I've got something in store for him and Emaly (this is called teasing.). Too bad I'm now quite sure what that something is yet.
As for Kaza, I think I might hire him to do a sum up of a chapter if it gets too.. let's say mature, violent or sex-oriented, OK?
Kaza: Hey you dimwit, a' 'ave ears 'nd fellin's too, ya know!
Kiz: No I don't, and besides, I suck at writing weird English. I'm already having a hard time with the ordinary. Praise be to whoever invented the dictionary! Hey that rhymed!
Speaking of rhyming, last week I has at a musicschool-thing (reason why I don't call it band-camp will follow later.). And we (about 60 kids my age) were 'secret friend' for one of the other.
For mine I wrote a poem each day that was read out loud at one of the meals. They were a little love-letter like, and he got SO embarrassed, and it was SO fun! He forgave me in the end, because he also thought they were funny. And every body loved them, and they were so surpriced that I had written them. I got so many positive compliments. I feel good.
Oh yeah, the reasom why I didn't call it band-camp: I play the flute. (And this one time. at band-camp.), hmm that's one of the first things I hear when telling people that I play the flute. yay, not.
Back to Darksbane. Thanks for letting me borrow your characters, I'll let you borrow my pencil sharpener in return. If you dare handle it's almighty and undefeatable power. Or something.
Next is. (drums) Eco master! Thanks, but I won't. I plan on not only dragging him through a lot more of physical pain (psycic too) , but also mental and moral decisions and what's worse. There. I plan on being a real meenie to them.
Jak and Emaly: NOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo (you get the idea?)
As they scream, I continue with Amandaxter: Thanks, and BTW I'm Danish. You should have an idea of where Denmark is ( you're German, right?) or I'll hit you really hard with a dansk-tysk (translation: Danish-dutch)-dictionary if I manage to find one somewhere. Ok, not serious, but just look a little north of your own country.
Jak and Emaly: ooooooooOOOOOOOOooo (breathe) ooooooooOOOOOOOOOOoooo
Kiz: enough already!
Jak sending sorry-eyes
Emaly panting heavily
Rocker baby: One word: Awwwowyoureallythinkso?Thanks,hugsandforgiveness.Favouriteyousure?NicethatsS OOcool.
:D
I'm flattered! (a big, note BIG, smile goes across Kiz's face from one ear to the other)
Kiz comes back to earth.
The counting thing is actually something I have gotten from my mom. I'm good at remembering numbers too. Well, that's me! As far as I remember there's 701 steps up the Eiffel Tower in Paris if you take the elevator up the first piece of way.
I just took that and mixed it with going insane. That's just my guess at the outcome.
This is now beginning to be one of the longest things I have written like, EVER! Wow, I just keep impressing myself.
As mentioned before: If you would like someone to be in this fic, just ask away!
But don't forget to REVIEW!
Ellers finder jeg en gnu og sender den efter dig! HA!
*Translation: Or else I'll find a (my lousy dictionary does not cover the work 'gnu', but it's like an African oxe or something) and send it after you! HA!