Jak has finally defeated Baron Praxis, but things are not settled yet. He,
Torn, Ashelin and Keira still have some Metalhead asses to kick. But when
Torn is bitten one night by a mysterious Metalhead beast, the horror all
began. * To all Torn fans, this is a must!!! *
Warning: Pay contain a few ugly things in the descriptive themes.
PS: All Jak II characters are copyright Naughty Dog games, I don't own any of them. The Huntsman of Mar and the Metalhead beast though are my ideas, please don't steal or use them for any reason without my permission. Also, this story is just a mere product of my imagination; anything different that happened in the game won't correspond to what's happening here (Like let's take if Torn died in the Game for example. Since this story happened after the game and you know Torn isn't supposed to be alive.oh, well you get the idea.)
Thank you.
................................... THE BEAST ...................................
It's been two months since Jak finally kicked the Baron's ass and restored the true heir of Haven City to the throne. But the trouble doesn't end here at all; Metalheads are still roaming outside the city walls, and it's up to Torn's rebels to get rid of them.
A ten-foot tall Metalhead that suddenly rose before Jak. The sound of gunshot pierced the calm cool night air of the Dead Town and the Metalhead fell hissing to the ground. Jak smiled triumphly at the dead beast before him.
Jak: Twenty down, a lot more to go.
Daxter: They're some over there!
Jak and Daxter dove into the fighting frenzy, crying battle-cries. The metalheads, sensing more enemies, tried to flee in retreat, only to meet the hail of gunshots from the rebels behind them.
Ashelin: That's it for this area. All right everyone, scout ahead. I saw a few Metalheads running over there.
Torn chuckled by her side.
Torn: I just sit back and let you do the barking, eh Ash?
Ashelin: Cut it with the remarks, Torn. Gather a troop or something and scout that area.
Torn: (Strutting away) Nah. I'm off solo.
Ashelin: (Hands on her hips) Torn, that's dangerous. Plus it's dark. You can get lost.
Torn: Don't worry about me, baby. I'll be fine.
Ashelin: (Sighs) Don't say I didn't warn you.
Torn chuckled as he strode away from the rest of the group. He hummed quietly to himself as he walked pass the several ruins of Dead Town, his blue eyes alert for any slight movement.
He walked on without encountering any Metalheads, and the voices of his comrades have already faded away.
I must be quite far from them now, he thought. But what the heck? I can take care of myself.
Suddenly there was a sound over heard and Torn immediately shot his gun upwards, only to miss a leaping Metalhead that fell upon him.
Torn: Argh!
He kicked the offensive burdern off and pointed his gun at it. Then he realized that it was already dead, which was impossible because he had missed it.
He bent down the dead beast, suddenly realizing what was the cause of its death. Its head had been partially ripped off its neck and all its limbs dangled in odd angles. There were deep scratch wounds all over its body, and where its guts should have been is a massive, bloody hole filled with tattered organs.
Torn: Urgh! What the hell made this mess?
A sound from the building above him where the Metalhead had fallen sent his long ears pricking and he jumped to his feet, gun ready in hand.
Suddenly a long, piercing metallic cry sounded through the air, and Torn let out a shocked gasp as a large figure leaped from above towards him. It landed in front of him, making the earth shake.
Of all the Metalheads Torn had ever encountered, none of them looked bigger or more menacing than this one. It was twice as big as he was and although it walked on all fours, Torn noticed that its hind legs are longer than its front legs. At each of its four armoured legs were long, cruel curved claws, stained red from the Metalhead it had previously killed. Along its metal-covered back were short spikes and its face, like that of a wolf, growled evilly at him.
Torn fired a shot, but the Metalhead beast leaped away. It set its pupiless white eyes on him, an insane hunger burning in their fiery cores. Torn stared back, suddenly paralyzed, as if an electrical current shot through him.
And then without warning, the beast pounced upon him.
Torn screamed only once before the Metalhead sunk its vicious fangs into his shoulder. A paralyzing pain struck his entire body, so terrible he felt conciousness fade away fast.
But he didn't pass out. Instead he saw something bright red flash before his very eyes. A bullet struck the beast full in the face, making it roar in pain and rage.
Jak: Get the damn thing!
The rebels shot the beast repeatingly, but the bullets simply bounced off its metal armour. The Metalhead let out a final growl before turning away to flee.
Ashelin: (Running towards Torn) Torn! Torn! Are you okay?
Torn: (Grimaces) Ouch.
Ashelin: Man down!
Jak: (Rushing over) What was that thing?
Ashelin: I don't know, but it bit Torn.
Torn: Ash.you don't need to fuss all over me, you know..
Ashelin: Just hold still and be quiet while I get the medic. Yo, Dagan! Get your ass over here!
Dagan the medic rushed in and started to examine Torn's wound. A small gasp escaped his lips when he saw what the beast had done. It had savagely mangled the skin on Torn's shoulder, and the bite wounds were so deep they could see the bone underneath. Blood oozed down his shoulder, staining his clothes.
Dagan: This might take a while.
Ashelin: We'd better head back to base.
Jak: No time. They're still more Metalheads left out there.
Daxter: Not to mention the big one that bit Torn!
Torn: Guys, relax, it's no big deal.
Daxter: No big deal? That thing was the size of a Yakow!
Torn: Hey, I've been through wor-AAARGH-OWWW!
Dagan: There, that should do it for the moment. But I'll have to see you again later on for final checkings.
Ashelin: (Helping him up to his feet) You'd better head back to base. Take Dagan with you.
Torn: (smiling sheepishly) I love it when you fuss over me.
Jak/ Daxter: (Rolls eyes)
Ashelin: All right men, now that the drama's over, get back to work! We've got a whole night of Metalhead ass-kickin in front of us.
Warning: Pay contain a few ugly things in the descriptive themes.
PS: All Jak II characters are copyright Naughty Dog games, I don't own any of them. The Huntsman of Mar and the Metalhead beast though are my ideas, please don't steal or use them for any reason without my permission. Also, this story is just a mere product of my imagination; anything different that happened in the game won't correspond to what's happening here (Like let's take if Torn died in the Game for example. Since this story happened after the game and you know Torn isn't supposed to be alive.oh, well you get the idea.)
Thank you.
................................... THE BEAST ...................................
It's been two months since Jak finally kicked the Baron's ass and restored the true heir of Haven City to the throne. But the trouble doesn't end here at all; Metalheads are still roaming outside the city walls, and it's up to Torn's rebels to get rid of them.
A ten-foot tall Metalhead that suddenly rose before Jak. The sound of gunshot pierced the calm cool night air of the Dead Town and the Metalhead fell hissing to the ground. Jak smiled triumphly at the dead beast before him.
Jak: Twenty down, a lot more to go.
Daxter: They're some over there!
Jak and Daxter dove into the fighting frenzy, crying battle-cries. The metalheads, sensing more enemies, tried to flee in retreat, only to meet the hail of gunshots from the rebels behind them.
Ashelin: That's it for this area. All right everyone, scout ahead. I saw a few Metalheads running over there.
Torn chuckled by her side.
Torn: I just sit back and let you do the barking, eh Ash?
Ashelin: Cut it with the remarks, Torn. Gather a troop or something and scout that area.
Torn: (Strutting away) Nah. I'm off solo.
Ashelin: (Hands on her hips) Torn, that's dangerous. Plus it's dark. You can get lost.
Torn: Don't worry about me, baby. I'll be fine.
Ashelin: (Sighs) Don't say I didn't warn you.
Torn chuckled as he strode away from the rest of the group. He hummed quietly to himself as he walked pass the several ruins of Dead Town, his blue eyes alert for any slight movement.
He walked on without encountering any Metalheads, and the voices of his comrades have already faded away.
I must be quite far from them now, he thought. But what the heck? I can take care of myself.
Suddenly there was a sound over heard and Torn immediately shot his gun upwards, only to miss a leaping Metalhead that fell upon him.
Torn: Argh!
He kicked the offensive burdern off and pointed his gun at it. Then he realized that it was already dead, which was impossible because he had missed it.
He bent down the dead beast, suddenly realizing what was the cause of its death. Its head had been partially ripped off its neck and all its limbs dangled in odd angles. There were deep scratch wounds all over its body, and where its guts should have been is a massive, bloody hole filled with tattered organs.
Torn: Urgh! What the hell made this mess?
A sound from the building above him where the Metalhead had fallen sent his long ears pricking and he jumped to his feet, gun ready in hand.
Suddenly a long, piercing metallic cry sounded through the air, and Torn let out a shocked gasp as a large figure leaped from above towards him. It landed in front of him, making the earth shake.
Of all the Metalheads Torn had ever encountered, none of them looked bigger or more menacing than this one. It was twice as big as he was and although it walked on all fours, Torn noticed that its hind legs are longer than its front legs. At each of its four armoured legs were long, cruel curved claws, stained red from the Metalhead it had previously killed. Along its metal-covered back were short spikes and its face, like that of a wolf, growled evilly at him.
Torn fired a shot, but the Metalhead beast leaped away. It set its pupiless white eyes on him, an insane hunger burning in their fiery cores. Torn stared back, suddenly paralyzed, as if an electrical current shot through him.
And then without warning, the beast pounced upon him.
Torn screamed only once before the Metalhead sunk its vicious fangs into his shoulder. A paralyzing pain struck his entire body, so terrible he felt conciousness fade away fast.
But he didn't pass out. Instead he saw something bright red flash before his very eyes. A bullet struck the beast full in the face, making it roar in pain and rage.
Jak: Get the damn thing!
The rebels shot the beast repeatingly, but the bullets simply bounced off its metal armour. The Metalhead let out a final growl before turning away to flee.
Ashelin: (Running towards Torn) Torn! Torn! Are you okay?
Torn: (Grimaces) Ouch.
Ashelin: Man down!
Jak: (Rushing over) What was that thing?
Ashelin: I don't know, but it bit Torn.
Torn: Ash.you don't need to fuss all over me, you know..
Ashelin: Just hold still and be quiet while I get the medic. Yo, Dagan! Get your ass over here!
Dagan the medic rushed in and started to examine Torn's wound. A small gasp escaped his lips when he saw what the beast had done. It had savagely mangled the skin on Torn's shoulder, and the bite wounds were so deep they could see the bone underneath. Blood oozed down his shoulder, staining his clothes.
Dagan: This might take a while.
Ashelin: We'd better head back to base.
Jak: No time. They're still more Metalheads left out there.
Daxter: Not to mention the big one that bit Torn!
Torn: Guys, relax, it's no big deal.
Daxter: No big deal? That thing was the size of a Yakow!
Torn: Hey, I've been through wor-AAARGH-OWWW!
Dagan: There, that should do it for the moment. But I'll have to see you again later on for final checkings.
Ashelin: (Helping him up to his feet) You'd better head back to base. Take Dagan with you.
Torn: (smiling sheepishly) I love it when you fuss over me.
Jak/ Daxter: (Rolls eyes)
Ashelin: All right men, now that the drama's over, get back to work! We've got a whole night of Metalhead ass-kickin in front of us.