Hi guys, this chapter an onwards should be having no grammatical errors
whatsoever. I hired people to fix the ones that occurred every once in a
while *spotlight goes on Alex* *applause*
Anyways, I forgot to revive myself from last chapter *revives self* There, done! This is a short chapter, but the next ones will not only be longer, but they will be more (action) packed and things will start to make sense (hopefully (j/k)) and even more people will die. What? The amount of people is proportional to the possible amount of confusion, right?
Disclaimer: I only own what doesn't belong to others
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Chapter 10: Before the storm breaks
~Written on a gravestone somewhere in England:
Remember man, as you walk by.
As you are now, so once was I~
His drink reached his lips once again. A sip let in some of the strong liquid that burned his throat in its way down. Numerous thoughts ran through his mind in a blur. He tried to concentrate, but more and more thoughts popped out of nowhere.
He didn't hear the noisy talk from the other bar guests. He didn't hear a blue haired girl call his name.
All he could hear was Echo's scream of pain as the first bullet fired by the CG hit her. She knew it would kill her, but why did she jump off the zoomer, alone?
He didn't see the suspicious looking men point at him from their place in the corner of the bar. He didn't see Tia's piercing blue eyes measure him and study him to find out what he was thinking about.
All he saw was the image of Kiz's fried body laying limp on the ground with her head in an odd angle and empty dead eyes staring in his direction.
~As I am now, so shall you be,
Remember this and follow me.~
He just found out that he could die. It wasn't a nice feeling. He just found out that all choices; no matter how small they are has consequences. The thought scared him. If Daxter hadn't hid in the zoomer's trunk he would have been left behind.
He shed a tear and started whimpering as Tia's hand ran over his back to start a sideways hug.
"Hey. You shouldn't be drinking. It doesn't make you feel any better. On the contrary actually.And plus, it gives you a headache in the morning," her soft, calm voice begged him to follow.
"What about you? You lost your sisters, aren't you sad?" He turned to her with accusing eyes
"You're right, I should be the sad one." She looked down at the floor. After a few seconds she sighed and looked up, directly into his eyes. The icyness of her eyes had been replaced with the grey tone of sleet. "Get some sleep, ok? We'll talk in the morning. I... I... You shouldn't be storing this inside. Let's talk in the morning, ok?" He just nodded before following her up to his room.
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How could she not know that he was already one of them? He always tested things on his own before engaging others in it. Of course he had informed them about her, why shouldn't he? That would just mean more credit for himself.
He had told them about himself too. She just knew it. The words 'super soldier' must have been mentioned. But why did they want to know stuff about Jak? She had only mentioned him once to Karlos.
Oh yeah, when once is too many.
She didn't like the way the orange haired CG stormed out of the room as soon as she started talking. The information must have been usable. Damn.
She wondered what happened to Jak. A thought crossed her mind, but she quickly send it away. No, that couldn't be. He wasn't.He couldn't just.and without her? They would have told her by now, if it were so.
And she would have cried. If this were a fairy tale the good guy wouldn't die. He would come to the rescue and slay all the bad guys with ease. He would save the day.
If this were a fairy tale, she wouldn't be in love with the bad guy.
Her lowered her head into her hands and sighed. A tear trailed down her chin and over on her one arm and on to the table she was leaning on.
A tear of denial, anger, negotiation, depression and at last.accept
She needed to do one good deed before leaving.
~ Your path is already chosen
There isn't much other to say.
Lay back
Let love be your guide
And let it bear you away~
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"But why?" Jak asked her
"She's a proud woman, you know." Then her voice lowered as tears started to form in her eyes "Was." She swallowed and closed her eyes. Images of the past 18 years flew past her mind.
"I guess she really loved her then," Jak stated in a low tune before putting his arms around the small figure that contained the emotionally exposed soul belonging to a girl named Tia.
"Irrationality is what drives us all, you know." She fought to keep her tears back. "It's what's going on inside that keeps us going. It's called hope sometimes." She started staring blankly at the wall in front of her. "That's what makes us living beings, unlike those. monsters the baron lets into the city."
He closed his hug even tighter around her. As her soft whimper was heard a certain quietness fell over his soul.
~Someone wrote the following comment under the poem on the gravestone:
To follow you I'll not consent,
Until I know which way you went.~
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Somewhere, someone put his ear on a door and listened.
"He's gonna have the hell of a time getting out of this one" a dark, female voice said.
"I guess you're right. We know what he's capable of thank to those rebel-scientists and their machinery," a man's voice filled the room. He sounded amused. The sound of papers being nuzzled was heard
"When will we be ready?" the woman asked. Silence filled the room
"Soon, have patience, Joelle. You will catch the big fish. We have send out scouts to check his movements," the man's baritone voice boomed, breaking the awkward silence.
"Good." Heavy steps were heard. The doorknob turned and...
Somewhere, someone died for eavesdropping.
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Kiz: Tadaa, that was a short chapter, but-
Kaza: But what?
Kiz: Err, whatever. Did my beta-reader do good?
Crowd: *cheers*
Kaza: Sum-up: We have Jak who is still confused about what to do with himself, teh loony Emaly has found out that she needs ta do something good before she dies, and teh CG are getting large amounts of information on Jak and they are soon goin' ta send something after him.Run, Jakkie, run
Jak: Don't call me Jakkie! *Kicks Kaza* Inspire, not annoy
Kiz: +1 for Jak. Wanna do the reviewers responses, hon?
Jak: Sure
AD, I quote Kiz "The force lies within me". It's just another one of the numerous, lame, no content-things she says.
Kiz: Watch it, buddy
Jak:
NN, Wow, I hope you. will kill Kiz for making you as evil as she's planning. Don't buy her 'you're going to be cool' crap. She's a big, fat ("are you saying that I'm FAT!?") liar
Alex, Well, luv. You got the job, but don't expect payment! She hasn't given me a DIME
Kiz: But you can still review *hint hint*
Jak: *sighs*
Tiarne, she has agreed to not call you Ish and to give you a role that might or might not die. Oh, I just feel so. safe around here. 'Today is your lucky day! You didn't die, weee'
Kiz: Now we're at it. I need you to (imaginarily) give me a completely useless item that I can have fun with in the next chapter. Well, you sort of lived on, right? Just write it in the review *nods*
Jak: Hey, ME, not YOU. I do the reviewers responses!
Shark, everybody wants him killed to tell the truth, but he belongs to the girl formerly known as Darksbane and Kiz has been BEGGING her to help write his (painful, please) death scene. Nobody cares if he's already dead, we'll just write an entire fic about how he got tortured to death. *a sadistic smile crosses Jak's lips*
Kiz: So Jak-ling, time's up. No more reviews to respond to.
Jak: ..
Kaza: I havn't said anything yet, but review, please
Anyways, I forgot to revive myself from last chapter *revives self* There, done! This is a short chapter, but the next ones will not only be longer, but they will be more (action) packed and things will start to make sense (hopefully (j/k)) and even more people will die. What? The amount of people is proportional to the possible amount of confusion, right?
Disclaimer: I only own what doesn't belong to others
-----
Chapter 10: Before the storm breaks
~Written on a gravestone somewhere in England:
Remember man, as you walk by.
As you are now, so once was I~
His drink reached his lips once again. A sip let in some of the strong liquid that burned his throat in its way down. Numerous thoughts ran through his mind in a blur. He tried to concentrate, but more and more thoughts popped out of nowhere.
He didn't hear the noisy talk from the other bar guests. He didn't hear a blue haired girl call his name.
All he could hear was Echo's scream of pain as the first bullet fired by the CG hit her. She knew it would kill her, but why did she jump off the zoomer, alone?
He didn't see the suspicious looking men point at him from their place in the corner of the bar. He didn't see Tia's piercing blue eyes measure him and study him to find out what he was thinking about.
All he saw was the image of Kiz's fried body laying limp on the ground with her head in an odd angle and empty dead eyes staring in his direction.
~As I am now, so shall you be,
Remember this and follow me.~
He just found out that he could die. It wasn't a nice feeling. He just found out that all choices; no matter how small they are has consequences. The thought scared him. If Daxter hadn't hid in the zoomer's trunk he would have been left behind.
He shed a tear and started whimpering as Tia's hand ran over his back to start a sideways hug.
"Hey. You shouldn't be drinking. It doesn't make you feel any better. On the contrary actually.And plus, it gives you a headache in the morning," her soft, calm voice begged him to follow.
"What about you? You lost your sisters, aren't you sad?" He turned to her with accusing eyes
"You're right, I should be the sad one." She looked down at the floor. After a few seconds she sighed and looked up, directly into his eyes. The icyness of her eyes had been replaced with the grey tone of sleet. "Get some sleep, ok? We'll talk in the morning. I... I... You shouldn't be storing this inside. Let's talk in the morning, ok?" He just nodded before following her up to his room.
-----
How could she not know that he was already one of them? He always tested things on his own before engaging others in it. Of course he had informed them about her, why shouldn't he? That would just mean more credit for himself.
He had told them about himself too. She just knew it. The words 'super soldier' must have been mentioned. But why did they want to know stuff about Jak? She had only mentioned him once to Karlos.
Oh yeah, when once is too many.
She didn't like the way the orange haired CG stormed out of the room as soon as she started talking. The information must have been usable. Damn.
She wondered what happened to Jak. A thought crossed her mind, but she quickly send it away. No, that couldn't be. He wasn't.He couldn't just.and without her? They would have told her by now, if it were so.
And she would have cried. If this were a fairy tale the good guy wouldn't die. He would come to the rescue and slay all the bad guys with ease. He would save the day.
If this were a fairy tale, she wouldn't be in love with the bad guy.
Her lowered her head into her hands and sighed. A tear trailed down her chin and over on her one arm and on to the table she was leaning on.
A tear of denial, anger, negotiation, depression and at last.accept
She needed to do one good deed before leaving.
~ Your path is already chosen
There isn't much other to say.
Lay back
Let love be your guide
And let it bear you away~
-----
"But why?" Jak asked her
"She's a proud woman, you know." Then her voice lowered as tears started to form in her eyes "Was." She swallowed and closed her eyes. Images of the past 18 years flew past her mind.
"I guess she really loved her then," Jak stated in a low tune before putting his arms around the small figure that contained the emotionally exposed soul belonging to a girl named Tia.
"Irrationality is what drives us all, you know." She fought to keep her tears back. "It's what's going on inside that keeps us going. It's called hope sometimes." She started staring blankly at the wall in front of her. "That's what makes us living beings, unlike those. monsters the baron lets into the city."
He closed his hug even tighter around her. As her soft whimper was heard a certain quietness fell over his soul.
~Someone wrote the following comment under the poem on the gravestone:
To follow you I'll not consent,
Until I know which way you went.~
-----
Somewhere, someone put his ear on a door and listened.
"He's gonna have the hell of a time getting out of this one" a dark, female voice said.
"I guess you're right. We know what he's capable of thank to those rebel-scientists and their machinery," a man's voice filled the room. He sounded amused. The sound of papers being nuzzled was heard
"When will we be ready?" the woman asked. Silence filled the room
"Soon, have patience, Joelle. You will catch the big fish. We have send out scouts to check his movements," the man's baritone voice boomed, breaking the awkward silence.
"Good." Heavy steps were heard. The doorknob turned and...
Somewhere, someone died for eavesdropping.
-----
Kiz: Tadaa, that was a short chapter, but-
Kaza: But what?
Kiz: Err, whatever. Did my beta-reader do good?
Crowd: *cheers*
Kaza: Sum-up: We have Jak who is still confused about what to do with himself, teh loony Emaly has found out that she needs ta do something good before she dies, and teh CG are getting large amounts of information on Jak and they are soon goin' ta send something after him.Run, Jakkie, run
Jak: Don't call me Jakkie! *Kicks Kaza* Inspire, not annoy
Kiz: +1 for Jak. Wanna do the reviewers responses, hon?
Jak: Sure
AD, I quote Kiz "The force lies within me". It's just another one of the numerous, lame, no content-things she says.
Kiz: Watch it, buddy
Jak:
NN, Wow, I hope you. will kill Kiz for making you as evil as she's planning. Don't buy her 'you're going to be cool' crap. She's a big, fat ("are you saying that I'm FAT!?") liar
Alex, Well, luv. You got the job, but don't expect payment! She hasn't given me a DIME
Kiz: But you can still review *hint hint*
Jak: *sighs*
Tiarne, she has agreed to not call you Ish and to give you a role that might or might not die. Oh, I just feel so. safe around here. 'Today is your lucky day! You didn't die, weee'
Kiz: Now we're at it. I need you to (imaginarily) give me a completely useless item that I can have fun with in the next chapter. Well, you sort of lived on, right? Just write it in the review *nods*
Jak: Hey, ME, not YOU. I do the reviewers responses!
Shark, everybody wants him killed to tell the truth, but he belongs to the girl formerly known as Darksbane and Kiz has been BEGGING her to help write his (painful, please) death scene. Nobody cares if he's already dead, we'll just write an entire fic about how he got tortured to death. *a sadistic smile crosses Jak's lips*
Kiz: So Jak-ling, time's up. No more reviews to respond to.
Jak: ..
Kaza: I havn't said anything yet, but review, please