Ok, so you seriously thought I'd only get fried once? Think again. To
protect my dear, red feet I spend a whole day lying on my stomach. Sun hot,
me red.
Disclaimer: I only own what I made up, and then I borrowed the rest. You know who you are. Thank you!
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Chapter 7: Let's meet again sometime.
[Jak is out of prison. Darksbane, Rockerbaby and I have three internally connected stories (if you haven't noticed by now), so I won't bother giving my explanation on how Jak got out. Just read RB's 'Other side of the mirror']
"Why are we following him anyway, Jak?" The ottsel climbed from one shoulder to the other to get a better look at the man.
"He might have some valuable information that could be of use. Now: keep quiet"
"Keywords: might and could be. I'm tired! We've been following him all day! If he had something special we would have known by now. Come on, let's find a place to sleep." He was now hanging over Jak's shoulder ready to fall asleep on the spot.
"Guess you're right, Dax, let's find a place to crash" He scratched the ottseæ under the chin to wake him up, and retired from his place, that had a great view of the square.
"'Cause I'm right! That's what I'm here for" He was still hanging over Jak's shoulder, looking up at the boy, who was doing talking motions with his hand and giving him a grin.
For a few seconds they were just looking at each other before bursting out into a silent laughter. The ottsel took his usual stance on Jak's shoulder plate and the twosome went down a nearby alley in the search for a place to spend the night. [A/N: Yes, this has a very high potential of getting misunderstood. Please don't!]
"It looks closed, Buddy" It was the fifth place they tried out, "We have to get out of this part of town, it's crawling in Crimson Guards. It's a wonder we're still here!"
"We have to try" Jak walked up to the door and tried the handle. The door was open. They entered a dimly lit room.
"Welcome, what can I do for you?" A figure emerged from behind the bar.
"We." Daxter's mouth was abruptly shut by Jak's hand
"I am looking for a room for the night. The cheapest you've got'll be fine" The woman turned around before he caught a glimpse of her face.
"I'll see what we've got and then we'll agree on a price, okay?" She was dressed all in black. Covered from knees to shoulders. Her boots were black as well, going up to where her trousers started.
"All she needs is a hut and red eyes, and then we'd pray for the CG to come get us. Cree-py" After the comment Daxter shrugged as to highlight his hate for people hiding behind large amounts of black clothing. The woman went behind the bar and flipped open a large book. Jak walked up to her and leaned over the bar from the opposite site, looking at her fingers running down a list. Her dark-brown hair fell on a pair of fine shoulders, her skin (at least the skin not covered in black fabric) only showing a hint of the tan from last summer.
"I have a." The waitress lifted her head and Jak looked directly into a pair of brown eyes, the left one being half green.
After a minute of staring at each other she suddenly hugged him and burst out
"Thank god, you're all right!"
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He woke up and found himself looking up at a wooden ceiling. The bed felt like his own bed. The sun fell through the window over on the drawer, his drawer. He could feel the weight of Daxter's furry body on his stomach. So this was just a bad dream...? Or...? He followed the white, bare wall over to where his insect-collection used to be. Bare wall. His fishing pole had been replaced with a gatling gun leaning against the wall. His gatling gun. His new life.
It got less hard each time. But less hard doesn't necessarily mean easy.
He sat up which made Daxter roll down on to the bed. The ottsel grumphed and curled up on the spot to keep sleeping.
Disappointed? No, not really. He was disappointed the first time, but had gotten used to it. Sad? Kind of. He didn't really know what this world was about. When he knew, maybe he would stop dreaming about being home again. Or at least he hoped so.
Hope is what you need the most when times are tough. One little sparkle to hold on to is enough at times. If you have a goal, you also have a sparkle. Hope and goal. Different, but somehow the same. Will you be my sparkle?
Daxter's words popped out of nowhere. Most of the time he was his usual self, but sometimes, without warning, he would get all sentimental. He had his moments. They were few, but concentrated. A sparkle? The underground didn't really bring him anywhere. All he had now was to stay alive.
"Already up?" He hadn't heard the door. Emaly's sarcastic words came with a smile. A smile of a friend. "I'll bring up some dinner for the two of you. The sun will soon set, and then you can sneak out if you want to."
Jak grinned. Like himself she had changed a lot since he met her the first time. She looked like she had been working, honestly, ever since she came out. Her tan was almost gone.
"How did you get out by the way?" He asked while looking for his clothes. She got a sad gleam in her eye, shook her head and looked down. For a moment he just looked at her standing there fighting against tears pressing their way up to her eyes. He immediately knew that she wasn't used to crying. She had changed a lot. She then took a deep breath and looked up, eyes red.
"I'll get you something to eat"
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"I thought I could do it, Jak, but I can't" She was sitting on the edge of her bed, ready to break down crying. "I can do it if I just work all day, but every time I see someone I know I. I. Oh brother" The last two words were mere whispers before tears started rolling down her cheeks. He put an arm around her, which only made it worse.
"Hey, it's ok" His soft voice trying to calm her down with no luck
"No it's not ok! All my life I've wanted to change. To be nice, do honest living, but now that I finally am, I can't. I can't do it. I can't take it. I feel so fragile. I'm afraid of screwing up. I'm. me. The me that has always been inside. I'm no use in this world"
"Aren't you being a little hard on yourself?"
"What's the point in living when you just do harm and then you die?"
"You could always kill the bad ones"
"You don't understand. I should just kill myself and get it over with; I can't change anything anyway!"
"You could at least try"
"Believe me, I tried. I should have killed myself a long time ago, but I just can't. What's the point in killing an undead? (sighs) I should have made Morion shoot me. (She fists her hands and anger overwhelms her) I didn't know the eco was hid with my feelings (Calms down and begins to sob) I didn't know I wanted to live." The last sentence came out as a whisper, but Jak heard it as if she had said it out loud. Mentally she had killed herself years ago, but now she wanted to live again; to live once more, but the years of being dead had put a heavy weight upon her. He received her embrace with much warmth and stroke her mat hair. She looked up and he looked deeply into her eyes to see them be filled with tears.
"Oh, come on lady! I'd rather go on a date with Samos than listen to your whining! It's depressing! You're making a graveyards sound fun! (points to Jak) I never said that. YOU HEAR ME NEVER!"
Jak giggled, but soon after returned his attention to the girl.
"No, he's right. I am bloody depressing. It's just the constant fear of getting caught. I still hear Morions voice yelling 'Shit, she got away. What are you standing there for? Go get her. NOW'. Whenever people look at me I can't help to think if they think about turning me in for a reward. I haven't been outside for half a year! It's a prison. Help me out, please?" She had partly regained her composure, maybe realizing what she was actually doing.
"You could always join the rebels, babe, but you should watch out for Torn. MAN, he's like a haemorrhoid that never goes away" A synchronic 'yeah' came from both elves.
"You know him?" Jak was a little surprised of how a girl that never got out could know people form the underground.
"Sure, before I got caught I used to run errands for some of the Rebels. Never got involved though. Didn't like being chased by the authorities for organized crime. Just enough to be with them without being one of them." She calmed down as she spoke and Jak could feel strength return to her body. She got up and walked to the door with her head held high and neck cocked, proud as always. As she turned her head to speak her reddish eyes were the only thing telling she had been crying.
"Thanks for making me realize, Jak. I never was the good guy. See you back at base." She left him smiling. He picked Daxter up by the waist and placed him at his usual spot on his shoulder-plate, then climbed the few stories down to the dark street below him.
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He never really saw her around the rebel base afterwards. Something must have made her change her mind.
"Jak, Torn wants to see you right now. He seemed pissed"
"When doesn't he?" As he turned around he could see something pink disappear behind a corner. Now he just had to find Daxter. He wouldn't even consider stepping into Torn's office alone. After a while he found the ottsel lying on a pile of (not so) clean (any longer) clothes. So typically him, and Jak always got the blame.
"Up, Dax. Kei said Torn wanted to see us right away"
"How long ago?" He stretched his lazy body and made the pile get out of balance and fall.
"I don't know. 10 minutes?" He began rearranging the clothes, trying to dust off all the reddish hairs left by the ottsel.
"Let's give him five more and he'll be well done" Jak rolled his eyes, but sat down next to his friend to wait.
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WARNING: this paragraph might contain offensive writing. I'll have Kaza sum up afterwards. Kaza: What if I don't wanna read it? Kiz: Too bad, you have to *giggles*
"You made it out too, I see." She was pretending to be only slightly annoyed of his habit of showing up and waltzing in without notice.
"Of cause. You were a bit hard to find this time round. Changed your looks too, I see." He stoked her hair thinking about what made her change her mind. 'short hair means independence'. He used to complain and she only cut it even shorter.
"Yeah, I did. Why did you come to see me?" He was making himself comfortable in a chair with a glass of wine.
"Just wanted to see how you were doing. If you made it out all right" she walked to the window facing the street.
"No, I mean: why do you keep coming back?" Her words came out softly
"Cause I want to see how my baby's doing. Is that illegal?" He smirked at her
"Karlos." She turned to him. She never knew what to do when he was around.
"Why that tone, baby. Aren't you happy to see me?" He pulled her away from the window and on to the middle of the floor
"What if I say no?" She looked him in the eyes, and he stroke her cheek softly
"Then I'd know you'd be lying" He leaned in and kissed her. She just stood there and welcomed his loving embrace. She both hated and loved him. She couldn't resist him. In her apathy she could feel his hands untying the string holding her trousers together, kissing her neck.
"Why, you don't even love me."
He chuckled "This isn't love and you know it. Isn't my passion enough for you?" He kissed her collarbone and pushed her on to the bed.
"Will you stop taking advantage of me when I'm not in love with you any more?"
"IF that ever happens I'll have to take you by force. Or I'll threaten to tell the crimson guards where you are. Or bounty hunters. You know there's a big price on your head.? Speaking of crimson guards: I should get a little alliance going with them. It might be of use for both parts. And hell for you."
"I hate you"
"Cause you do. That's the fun of it. And anything else would be stupid." He stroke back all the hair from her face and kissed her forehead. "Yes, and alliance. Then I'll send them after your precious rebels. A stab in the heart. Target: home base. And you'll tell me where it is"
"Isn't torturing me enough any more? Why are you so evil?"
"Because. That's how I am. And you bring out the worst in me" His weight held her down. She could feel him undoing his belt buckle. She kissed him and took her arms around him. She had very few weaknesses, why did Karlos have to be one of them? How could she save herself, not to mention the rebels? Do something unexpected. Work with him? She had to try. Know your enemy. (Add: go see 'the believer' right now!)
"Just one thing. They're not to harm a guy named Jak"
"Why not, what's so special about him?"
"He's different, he won't go to hell like the rest of us"
"Oh yeah, I just forgot. Your little death obsession. It sure has been a long time, honey"
Working with Karlos would be tough, but she hoped it would be worth it.
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Another chapter finished. Kaza, do your thing
Kaza: Yer just LOVE ta say that, right?
Kiz: Yup
Kaza: *sighs* Ok, last paragraph sum-up: Emaly gets seduced by Karlos cough, the bastard, who says he wants an alliance with the CG so he can attack the rebels. Emaly decides ta go with him so she might help the rebels that way round. Don't yer sense a conflict?
Kiz: Thanks Kaza, what's next on the schedule?
Kaza: Yer spell yer name wrong.
Kiz: No I don't! I gave myself this name!
Kaza: *tabs keyboard*
Kiz1: Noooooooo! I don't want to be called 'kiz1'. If I am suddenly called #37029457 aka Kiz, it's a protest. *tabs keyboard, but only manages to get the names screwed up*
Kazalphabet: The label says 'not for children less than 3 years'. Dummy!
ixz1: Sorry *tabs keyboard again. Even worse result*
Kebab: Yer should probably do the reviewers responses before it gets out o' hand.
Pixel_1: Good idea, because it definitely isn't out of hand now.
Amandaxter.
Pixel_1: Not so much Dark Jak in this chap. This is the let's-build-up-a- conflict-chapter. There's going to be some DJ ('play da funky music white boy'.) in the next chapter. I wrote half a page in France.
Kebab: In other words she's telling yer ta review so she'll write it faster.
Pixel_1: Shut up or I'll make Jak roast you over a very, very hot fire.
Kebab: Umm, DeusExDreams!
Pixel_1: Rockerbaby!
Kebab: DED
Pixel_1:RB! *uses writer's powers to make Kaza call her RB too*
Kebab: Next is. Rockerbaby
Pixel_1: I think you missed the internally connected part. What I am doing is internally connecting them. Kei's in this one.
The "don't ever fuck with dark Jak" is a quote from a Swedish movie called 'kopps' (cops). There is this one man, who thinks he's a super-cop and says "don't ever fuck with Benny the cop" a lot. Really fun movie!
And Nora. I'm currently reading about the French revolution in history- class. You could always join me there.
Kebab: STOOOP! Isn't one stolen muse enough for you?
Pixel_1: nope.
Kebab: *sighs* Nobinoir.
Pixel_1: I quote RB: "She must write more so I can learn from her dark, depressing ways..." So I actually misunderstood it on purpose.
Kebab: Shark1
Pixel_1: Just Shark. I guess she suffers from the same "1"-disease as me. Poor you!
Thanks! Weeee, I'm a good writer AND funny, weeeeeee! It's kind of weird though. The best essay I have ever written was about how I couldn't write a story. I ended up mixing two stories together. Only three pages. I read it the other day when cleaning up. Good stuff if I must say so.
BTW: When are you going to update something? Soon? Like, now? Please?
Kebab: Uh-oh a NEW reviewer.
Pixel_1: Hi, Miss Aubrey Wilson! Maybe. Maybe not. I don't think so, but I might invite Nora over here some day (rockerbabe's muse) and things might change. Example: I started out with Emaly being the tough one and now she's a loon. It's much more fun writing.
Kebab: Let's stop her before she gets really sadistic. Phoe-chan.
Pixel_1: I don't get sadistic, I am. Joking. Haha. You hate logging in too? Well then, I'm not alone!
The little errors and stuff. Honestly, after I came home from France I haven't really bothered re-reading chapters more than once. *Starts wondering what happened to her perfectionism after she started high school. A well deserved vacation, maybe? *
Anyway, a not-so-actionny chapter, but more action coming up. Yer know: accumulation. And soon if you .
Kebab: review! An' maybe I'll get ma' name back too.
Pixel_1: Not before I get mine, muahahahahahaha..
Jak: Stop the insanety, leave a review
Pixel_1: Or even better: Make it continue. Leave two!
Disclaimer: I only own what I made up, and then I borrowed the rest. You know who you are. Thank you!
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Chapter 7: Let's meet again sometime.
[Jak is out of prison. Darksbane, Rockerbaby and I have three internally connected stories (if you haven't noticed by now), so I won't bother giving my explanation on how Jak got out. Just read RB's 'Other side of the mirror']
"Why are we following him anyway, Jak?" The ottsel climbed from one shoulder to the other to get a better look at the man.
"He might have some valuable information that could be of use. Now: keep quiet"
"Keywords: might and could be. I'm tired! We've been following him all day! If he had something special we would have known by now. Come on, let's find a place to sleep." He was now hanging over Jak's shoulder ready to fall asleep on the spot.
"Guess you're right, Dax, let's find a place to crash" He scratched the ottseæ under the chin to wake him up, and retired from his place, that had a great view of the square.
"'Cause I'm right! That's what I'm here for" He was still hanging over Jak's shoulder, looking up at the boy, who was doing talking motions with his hand and giving him a grin.
For a few seconds they were just looking at each other before bursting out into a silent laughter. The ottsel took his usual stance on Jak's shoulder plate and the twosome went down a nearby alley in the search for a place to spend the night. [A/N: Yes, this has a very high potential of getting misunderstood. Please don't!]
"It looks closed, Buddy" It was the fifth place they tried out, "We have to get out of this part of town, it's crawling in Crimson Guards. It's a wonder we're still here!"
"We have to try" Jak walked up to the door and tried the handle. The door was open. They entered a dimly lit room.
"Welcome, what can I do for you?" A figure emerged from behind the bar.
"We." Daxter's mouth was abruptly shut by Jak's hand
"I am looking for a room for the night. The cheapest you've got'll be fine" The woman turned around before he caught a glimpse of her face.
"I'll see what we've got and then we'll agree on a price, okay?" She was dressed all in black. Covered from knees to shoulders. Her boots were black as well, going up to where her trousers started.
"All she needs is a hut and red eyes, and then we'd pray for the CG to come get us. Cree-py" After the comment Daxter shrugged as to highlight his hate for people hiding behind large amounts of black clothing. The woman went behind the bar and flipped open a large book. Jak walked up to her and leaned over the bar from the opposite site, looking at her fingers running down a list. Her dark-brown hair fell on a pair of fine shoulders, her skin (at least the skin not covered in black fabric) only showing a hint of the tan from last summer.
"I have a." The waitress lifted her head and Jak looked directly into a pair of brown eyes, the left one being half green.
After a minute of staring at each other she suddenly hugged him and burst out
"Thank god, you're all right!"
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He woke up and found himself looking up at a wooden ceiling. The bed felt like his own bed. The sun fell through the window over on the drawer, his drawer. He could feel the weight of Daxter's furry body on his stomach. So this was just a bad dream...? Or...? He followed the white, bare wall over to where his insect-collection used to be. Bare wall. His fishing pole had been replaced with a gatling gun leaning against the wall. His gatling gun. His new life.
It got less hard each time. But less hard doesn't necessarily mean easy.
He sat up which made Daxter roll down on to the bed. The ottsel grumphed and curled up on the spot to keep sleeping.
Disappointed? No, not really. He was disappointed the first time, but had gotten used to it. Sad? Kind of. He didn't really know what this world was about. When he knew, maybe he would stop dreaming about being home again. Or at least he hoped so.
Hope is what you need the most when times are tough. One little sparkle to hold on to is enough at times. If you have a goal, you also have a sparkle. Hope and goal. Different, but somehow the same. Will you be my sparkle?
Daxter's words popped out of nowhere. Most of the time he was his usual self, but sometimes, without warning, he would get all sentimental. He had his moments. They were few, but concentrated. A sparkle? The underground didn't really bring him anywhere. All he had now was to stay alive.
"Already up?" He hadn't heard the door. Emaly's sarcastic words came with a smile. A smile of a friend. "I'll bring up some dinner for the two of you. The sun will soon set, and then you can sneak out if you want to."
Jak grinned. Like himself she had changed a lot since he met her the first time. She looked like she had been working, honestly, ever since she came out. Her tan was almost gone.
"How did you get out by the way?" He asked while looking for his clothes. She got a sad gleam in her eye, shook her head and looked down. For a moment he just looked at her standing there fighting against tears pressing their way up to her eyes. He immediately knew that she wasn't used to crying. She had changed a lot. She then took a deep breath and looked up, eyes red.
"I'll get you something to eat"
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"I thought I could do it, Jak, but I can't" She was sitting on the edge of her bed, ready to break down crying. "I can do it if I just work all day, but every time I see someone I know I. I. Oh brother" The last two words were mere whispers before tears started rolling down her cheeks. He put an arm around her, which only made it worse.
"Hey, it's ok" His soft voice trying to calm her down with no luck
"No it's not ok! All my life I've wanted to change. To be nice, do honest living, but now that I finally am, I can't. I can't do it. I can't take it. I feel so fragile. I'm afraid of screwing up. I'm. me. The me that has always been inside. I'm no use in this world"
"Aren't you being a little hard on yourself?"
"What's the point in living when you just do harm and then you die?"
"You could always kill the bad ones"
"You don't understand. I should just kill myself and get it over with; I can't change anything anyway!"
"You could at least try"
"Believe me, I tried. I should have killed myself a long time ago, but I just can't. What's the point in killing an undead? (sighs) I should have made Morion shoot me. (She fists her hands and anger overwhelms her) I didn't know the eco was hid with my feelings (Calms down and begins to sob) I didn't know I wanted to live." The last sentence came out as a whisper, but Jak heard it as if she had said it out loud. Mentally she had killed herself years ago, but now she wanted to live again; to live once more, but the years of being dead had put a heavy weight upon her. He received her embrace with much warmth and stroke her mat hair. She looked up and he looked deeply into her eyes to see them be filled with tears.
"Oh, come on lady! I'd rather go on a date with Samos than listen to your whining! It's depressing! You're making a graveyards sound fun! (points to Jak) I never said that. YOU HEAR ME NEVER!"
Jak giggled, but soon after returned his attention to the girl.
"No, he's right. I am bloody depressing. It's just the constant fear of getting caught. I still hear Morions voice yelling 'Shit, she got away. What are you standing there for? Go get her. NOW'. Whenever people look at me I can't help to think if they think about turning me in for a reward. I haven't been outside for half a year! It's a prison. Help me out, please?" She had partly regained her composure, maybe realizing what she was actually doing.
"You could always join the rebels, babe, but you should watch out for Torn. MAN, he's like a haemorrhoid that never goes away" A synchronic 'yeah' came from both elves.
"You know him?" Jak was a little surprised of how a girl that never got out could know people form the underground.
"Sure, before I got caught I used to run errands for some of the Rebels. Never got involved though. Didn't like being chased by the authorities for organized crime. Just enough to be with them without being one of them." She calmed down as she spoke and Jak could feel strength return to her body. She got up and walked to the door with her head held high and neck cocked, proud as always. As she turned her head to speak her reddish eyes were the only thing telling she had been crying.
"Thanks for making me realize, Jak. I never was the good guy. See you back at base." She left him smiling. He picked Daxter up by the waist and placed him at his usual spot on his shoulder-plate, then climbed the few stories down to the dark street below him.
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He never really saw her around the rebel base afterwards. Something must have made her change her mind.
"Jak, Torn wants to see you right now. He seemed pissed"
"When doesn't he?" As he turned around he could see something pink disappear behind a corner. Now he just had to find Daxter. He wouldn't even consider stepping into Torn's office alone. After a while he found the ottsel lying on a pile of (not so) clean (any longer) clothes. So typically him, and Jak always got the blame.
"Up, Dax. Kei said Torn wanted to see us right away"
"How long ago?" He stretched his lazy body and made the pile get out of balance and fall.
"I don't know. 10 minutes?" He began rearranging the clothes, trying to dust off all the reddish hairs left by the ottsel.
"Let's give him five more and he'll be well done" Jak rolled his eyes, but sat down next to his friend to wait.
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WARNING: this paragraph might contain offensive writing. I'll have Kaza sum up afterwards. Kaza: What if I don't wanna read it? Kiz: Too bad, you have to *giggles*
"You made it out too, I see." She was pretending to be only slightly annoyed of his habit of showing up and waltzing in without notice.
"Of cause. You were a bit hard to find this time round. Changed your looks too, I see." He stoked her hair thinking about what made her change her mind. 'short hair means independence'. He used to complain and she only cut it even shorter.
"Yeah, I did. Why did you come to see me?" He was making himself comfortable in a chair with a glass of wine.
"Just wanted to see how you were doing. If you made it out all right" she walked to the window facing the street.
"No, I mean: why do you keep coming back?" Her words came out softly
"Cause I want to see how my baby's doing. Is that illegal?" He smirked at her
"Karlos." She turned to him. She never knew what to do when he was around.
"Why that tone, baby. Aren't you happy to see me?" He pulled her away from the window and on to the middle of the floor
"What if I say no?" She looked him in the eyes, and he stroke her cheek softly
"Then I'd know you'd be lying" He leaned in and kissed her. She just stood there and welcomed his loving embrace. She both hated and loved him. She couldn't resist him. In her apathy she could feel his hands untying the string holding her trousers together, kissing her neck.
"Why, you don't even love me."
He chuckled "This isn't love and you know it. Isn't my passion enough for you?" He kissed her collarbone and pushed her on to the bed.
"Will you stop taking advantage of me when I'm not in love with you any more?"
"IF that ever happens I'll have to take you by force. Or I'll threaten to tell the crimson guards where you are. Or bounty hunters. You know there's a big price on your head.? Speaking of crimson guards: I should get a little alliance going with them. It might be of use for both parts. And hell for you."
"I hate you"
"Cause you do. That's the fun of it. And anything else would be stupid." He stroke back all the hair from her face and kissed her forehead. "Yes, and alliance. Then I'll send them after your precious rebels. A stab in the heart. Target: home base. And you'll tell me where it is"
"Isn't torturing me enough any more? Why are you so evil?"
"Because. That's how I am. And you bring out the worst in me" His weight held her down. She could feel him undoing his belt buckle. She kissed him and took her arms around him. She had very few weaknesses, why did Karlos have to be one of them? How could she save herself, not to mention the rebels? Do something unexpected. Work with him? She had to try. Know your enemy. (Add: go see 'the believer' right now!)
"Just one thing. They're not to harm a guy named Jak"
"Why not, what's so special about him?"
"He's different, he won't go to hell like the rest of us"
"Oh yeah, I just forgot. Your little death obsession. It sure has been a long time, honey"
Working with Karlos would be tough, but she hoped it would be worth it.
-----*****-----
Another chapter finished. Kaza, do your thing
Kaza: Yer just LOVE ta say that, right?
Kiz: Yup
Kaza: *sighs* Ok, last paragraph sum-up: Emaly gets seduced by Karlos cough, the bastard, who says he wants an alliance with the CG so he can attack the rebels. Emaly decides ta go with him so she might help the rebels that way round. Don't yer sense a conflict?
Kiz: Thanks Kaza, what's next on the schedule?
Kaza: Yer spell yer name wrong.
Kiz: No I don't! I gave myself this name!
Kaza: *tabs keyboard*
Kiz1: Noooooooo! I don't want to be called 'kiz1'. If I am suddenly called #37029457 aka Kiz, it's a protest. *tabs keyboard, but only manages to get the names screwed up*
Kazalphabet: The label says 'not for children less than 3 years'. Dummy!
ixz1: Sorry *tabs keyboard again. Even worse result*
Kebab: Yer should probably do the reviewers responses before it gets out o' hand.
Pixel_1: Good idea, because it definitely isn't out of hand now.
Amandaxter.
Pixel_1: Not so much Dark Jak in this chap. This is the let's-build-up-a- conflict-chapter. There's going to be some DJ ('play da funky music white boy'.) in the next chapter. I wrote half a page in France.
Kebab: In other words she's telling yer ta review so she'll write it faster.
Pixel_1: Shut up or I'll make Jak roast you over a very, very hot fire.
Kebab: Umm, DeusExDreams!
Pixel_1: Rockerbaby!
Kebab: DED
Pixel_1:RB! *uses writer's powers to make Kaza call her RB too*
Kebab: Next is. Rockerbaby
Pixel_1: I think you missed the internally connected part. What I am doing is internally connecting them. Kei's in this one.
The "don't ever fuck with dark Jak" is a quote from a Swedish movie called 'kopps' (cops). There is this one man, who thinks he's a super-cop and says "don't ever fuck with Benny the cop" a lot. Really fun movie!
And Nora. I'm currently reading about the French revolution in history- class. You could always join me there.
Kebab: STOOOP! Isn't one stolen muse enough for you?
Pixel_1: nope.
Kebab: *sighs* Nobinoir.
Pixel_1: I quote RB: "She must write more so I can learn from her dark, depressing ways..." So I actually misunderstood it on purpose.
Kebab: Shark1
Pixel_1: Just Shark. I guess she suffers from the same "1"-disease as me. Poor you!
Thanks! Weeee, I'm a good writer AND funny, weeeeeee! It's kind of weird though. The best essay I have ever written was about how I couldn't write a story. I ended up mixing two stories together. Only three pages. I read it the other day when cleaning up. Good stuff if I must say so.
BTW: When are you going to update something? Soon? Like, now? Please?
Kebab: Uh-oh a NEW reviewer.
Pixel_1: Hi, Miss Aubrey Wilson! Maybe. Maybe not. I don't think so, but I might invite Nora over here some day (rockerbabe's muse) and things might change. Example: I started out with Emaly being the tough one and now she's a loon. It's much more fun writing.
Kebab: Let's stop her before she gets really sadistic. Phoe-chan.
Pixel_1: I don't get sadistic, I am. Joking. Haha. You hate logging in too? Well then, I'm not alone!
The little errors and stuff. Honestly, after I came home from France I haven't really bothered re-reading chapters more than once. *Starts wondering what happened to her perfectionism after she started high school. A well deserved vacation, maybe? *
Anyway, a not-so-actionny chapter, but more action coming up. Yer know: accumulation. And soon if you .
Kebab: review! An' maybe I'll get ma' name back too.
Pixel_1: Not before I get mine, muahahahahahaha..
Jak: Stop the insanety, leave a review
Pixel_1: Or even better: Make it continue. Leave two!