They started to climb quickly, and though the slopes were quite gentle,
they were frought with danger. Sure enough, Metalheads came to attack them
whenever they had the opportunity, and it took them another painstaking
fifty-five minutes to reach their destination.
Daxter: Whoa! Those Metalheads just don't know when to quit!
Torn: How much time do I have left?
Erol: Approximately five minutes.
Daxter: Argh! We don't have the much time!!
Erol: The herbs should be somewhere around here.
****: Looking for this, commander?
Erol/ Jak/ Daxter/ Torn: Gasp!
Out of the gloom came a dozen men clad in Huntsmen attire, pointing their long, rifle-like guns at them. Harken strode towards them, wearing a grin of triumph.
Torn: Noo.
Harken: I don't suppose you know it was so obvious that you would come here.exactly where I wanted you.
Jak: How did you get here before us?
Harken: (Sneers) Ever heard of a warp-gate, eh my pointy eared friend?
Jak: (Growls)
Harken: Now.stand aside, you worthless fools.
Harken moved towards Torn, his eyes blazing deranged.
Erol: (Steps forward, defending Torn) I can't let you do this!
Harken: (Snarls) Out of my way, commander!
Harken brought his gun quickly up and slammed it hard against Erol's ribs, sending him hurtling to the ground. Erol lay motionless.
Harken turned back towards them and Jak readied himself with his blaster. But then suddenly, Torn's hand stopped him
Torn: No, Jak. It's me he wants, its me he'll get.
Jak was about to protest when suddenly the clouds above him shifted above him to reveal the moon. His insides went cold; even Harken stopped dead in his tracks. Torn's time was up.
Jak backed off quickly but Torn remained on his spot, eyes transfixed on Harken. He let out a low, steady animal-growl, and from behind those tight, snarling lips, Harken could see his teeth lenghtening into fangs.
Huntsman 1: He's transforming!
Huntsman 2: Shot it!
Harken: No.let me handle this myself!
A loud, rumbling growl escaped Torn's newly formed muzzle, echoing terrifyingly against the cold stone of the mountain slopes. Once again the Metalhead beast stood among them, its metal armour gleaming brightly in the pale moonlight.
To their surprise, the beast seemed to know which was its enemy. Instead of attacking anyone near it, it lunged straight at Harken, opening its bone- crushing jaws as it leaped through the air.
But Harken was not caught by surprise; he raised his gun up and aimed a serum-filled dart at the leaping beast. But before he could pull the trigger, the beast was upon him, its jaws clamped tightly around his gun, snapping it into two.
Harken struggled to get the beast off, finally smashing its chin brutally with his elbow. The beast recoiled with a sharp yelp, but didn't give up. It reared to its two humanoid legs and slashed at Harken's face before receiving a painful kick in the abdomen from a furious Harken.
Furious seconds passed, though it seemed like forever that the two fought. At long last, Harken began to tire terribly, but the beast looked like it had just begun. Torn was winning.
Finally, the beast had Harken on his back. Harken lay gasping, exhasuted and bleeding from several deep scratch wounds looked up in horror as the beast towered menacingly over him. The beast growled deeply in triumph, then raised its claws for the final blow.
But instead of slashing Harken's head off, the beast gave a loud, pitiful whine. Jak gasped loudly and looked up to the sky. The moon had suddenly faded into a soft, white sphere and the dark night had begun to lighten. Jak stared at his watch.
It was 5.00 AM, and dawn was approaching.
Jak's insides cringed violently when he realized that the beast's claws were shortening and turning slowly into nails. The beast continued to whine, then dropped to its knees. The metal disappeared and the wolfish muzzle shrank away...thus leaving a weaponless Torn in its position.
Harken began to grin, which grew broader and broader as he stood up, towering over the kneeling form of Torn. Torn could do nothing but stare as Harken raised his hand to grab him.
But then suddenly, Harken seemed to freeze and he gave a sharp gasp. Torn glanced up to Harken's chest and spotted a bleeding hole where a bullet had pierced him.
Harken drew in a last gasp before he fell dead to his side.
Both Torn and Jak looked around to see where the bullet had come from. Eventually their eyes fell on the prone form of Erol, who had a gun in his shaking hand, which was pointed directly at where Harken had previously been.
Torn slowly went up to him and helped him to his feet.
Torn: You okay?
Erol: (Clutching his ribs and looking a bit pale) I'm fine.
Torn: (Glances up to the Huntsmen of Mar, who were looking uneasy) Well, get your asses out of here before I put you on my dinner menu for tomorrow.
The Huntsmen didn't need telling. In the next second, they scotted off.
Daxter: (From behind a large rock) Yo, guys! Look what I found!
Jak, Torn and Erol all went to see what the commotion was all about and found themselves staring at a fragrant clump of light-green herbs.
Erol: The herbs!
Jak: Gather them all and we'll all head back home.
Daxter: (Plucking them (roots and all) furiously) Way ahead of you, Jak.
Once Daxter was finished, they made their way casually down the slopes towards Erol's Hellcat cruiser below. Before they entered the ship, Jak asked Torn:
Jak: Ash is coming back soon. Reckon we should tell her?
Torn: Nah.wouldn't wanna get her worrying.
Jak: I'll keep Keira's lips sealled about this, too.
Daxter: All right, enough yakking. It's almost breakfast!
*
The two days later..
Jak, Torn, Tess, Keira and Erol all gathered outside that morning to watch Ashelin's troop decend from their recent hunts at the platform. The beautiful woman leaped down elegantly from her Hellcat cruiser and studied them all with her green eyes.
Ashelin: Well, I'm glad to see this place still standing.
Jak: It's nice to see you back, Ash.
Ashelin: (Looking at Erol) I see we have a few new faces. Good to see you on our side, Erol.
Erol: Thanks.
Ashelin: Did I miss anything?
Jak/Daxter/Torn/Erol: (Shaking their heads) Oh no.nah..
Ashelin: Okay, that's good. Now let's go inside, I smell pancakes.
They all went inside.
That night, Torn gave himself a shot of serum that Erol had cooked up for him. He gave an involuntary hiss as the slight burning sensation crawled around in his veins. He braved a look at the moon.
A sharp tingle shot him in the chest, but nothing else happened. Suddenly, he heard a long haunting howl from deep within him; it sounded so distant, yet it came from so near. He knew it was the voice of the dreaded beast, whose legacy still ran fresh in his veins.
Torn closed his eyes tightly. It was still in there. It'll stay with him until the end of his days, and he knew that one day it will rise once again.
It's there. Waiting. Waiting.
....................................
Finished! Woha!!! Like it? Hate it? Whatever.please drop a review!!!
Kinda bland and a bit cliché, don cha think? I suck at Comedy.I'm so stuck with long conversations and action.
Daxter: Whoa! Those Metalheads just don't know when to quit!
Torn: How much time do I have left?
Erol: Approximately five minutes.
Daxter: Argh! We don't have the much time!!
Erol: The herbs should be somewhere around here.
****: Looking for this, commander?
Erol/ Jak/ Daxter/ Torn: Gasp!
Out of the gloom came a dozen men clad in Huntsmen attire, pointing their long, rifle-like guns at them. Harken strode towards them, wearing a grin of triumph.
Torn: Noo.
Harken: I don't suppose you know it was so obvious that you would come here.exactly where I wanted you.
Jak: How did you get here before us?
Harken: (Sneers) Ever heard of a warp-gate, eh my pointy eared friend?
Jak: (Growls)
Harken: Now.stand aside, you worthless fools.
Harken moved towards Torn, his eyes blazing deranged.
Erol: (Steps forward, defending Torn) I can't let you do this!
Harken: (Snarls) Out of my way, commander!
Harken brought his gun quickly up and slammed it hard against Erol's ribs, sending him hurtling to the ground. Erol lay motionless.
Harken turned back towards them and Jak readied himself with his blaster. But then suddenly, Torn's hand stopped him
Torn: No, Jak. It's me he wants, its me he'll get.
Jak was about to protest when suddenly the clouds above him shifted above him to reveal the moon. His insides went cold; even Harken stopped dead in his tracks. Torn's time was up.
Jak backed off quickly but Torn remained on his spot, eyes transfixed on Harken. He let out a low, steady animal-growl, and from behind those tight, snarling lips, Harken could see his teeth lenghtening into fangs.
Huntsman 1: He's transforming!
Huntsman 2: Shot it!
Harken: No.let me handle this myself!
A loud, rumbling growl escaped Torn's newly formed muzzle, echoing terrifyingly against the cold stone of the mountain slopes. Once again the Metalhead beast stood among them, its metal armour gleaming brightly in the pale moonlight.
To their surprise, the beast seemed to know which was its enemy. Instead of attacking anyone near it, it lunged straight at Harken, opening its bone- crushing jaws as it leaped through the air.
But Harken was not caught by surprise; he raised his gun up and aimed a serum-filled dart at the leaping beast. But before he could pull the trigger, the beast was upon him, its jaws clamped tightly around his gun, snapping it into two.
Harken struggled to get the beast off, finally smashing its chin brutally with his elbow. The beast recoiled with a sharp yelp, but didn't give up. It reared to its two humanoid legs and slashed at Harken's face before receiving a painful kick in the abdomen from a furious Harken.
Furious seconds passed, though it seemed like forever that the two fought. At long last, Harken began to tire terribly, but the beast looked like it had just begun. Torn was winning.
Finally, the beast had Harken on his back. Harken lay gasping, exhasuted and bleeding from several deep scratch wounds looked up in horror as the beast towered menacingly over him. The beast growled deeply in triumph, then raised its claws for the final blow.
But instead of slashing Harken's head off, the beast gave a loud, pitiful whine. Jak gasped loudly and looked up to the sky. The moon had suddenly faded into a soft, white sphere and the dark night had begun to lighten. Jak stared at his watch.
It was 5.00 AM, and dawn was approaching.
Jak's insides cringed violently when he realized that the beast's claws were shortening and turning slowly into nails. The beast continued to whine, then dropped to its knees. The metal disappeared and the wolfish muzzle shrank away...thus leaving a weaponless Torn in its position.
Harken began to grin, which grew broader and broader as he stood up, towering over the kneeling form of Torn. Torn could do nothing but stare as Harken raised his hand to grab him.
But then suddenly, Harken seemed to freeze and he gave a sharp gasp. Torn glanced up to Harken's chest and spotted a bleeding hole where a bullet had pierced him.
Harken drew in a last gasp before he fell dead to his side.
Both Torn and Jak looked around to see where the bullet had come from. Eventually their eyes fell on the prone form of Erol, who had a gun in his shaking hand, which was pointed directly at where Harken had previously been.
Torn slowly went up to him and helped him to his feet.
Torn: You okay?
Erol: (Clutching his ribs and looking a bit pale) I'm fine.
Torn: (Glances up to the Huntsmen of Mar, who were looking uneasy) Well, get your asses out of here before I put you on my dinner menu for tomorrow.
The Huntsmen didn't need telling. In the next second, they scotted off.
Daxter: (From behind a large rock) Yo, guys! Look what I found!
Jak, Torn and Erol all went to see what the commotion was all about and found themselves staring at a fragrant clump of light-green herbs.
Erol: The herbs!
Jak: Gather them all and we'll all head back home.
Daxter: (Plucking them (roots and all) furiously) Way ahead of you, Jak.
Once Daxter was finished, they made their way casually down the slopes towards Erol's Hellcat cruiser below. Before they entered the ship, Jak asked Torn:
Jak: Ash is coming back soon. Reckon we should tell her?
Torn: Nah.wouldn't wanna get her worrying.
Jak: I'll keep Keira's lips sealled about this, too.
Daxter: All right, enough yakking. It's almost breakfast!
*
The two days later..
Jak, Torn, Tess, Keira and Erol all gathered outside that morning to watch Ashelin's troop decend from their recent hunts at the platform. The beautiful woman leaped down elegantly from her Hellcat cruiser and studied them all with her green eyes.
Ashelin: Well, I'm glad to see this place still standing.
Jak: It's nice to see you back, Ash.
Ashelin: (Looking at Erol) I see we have a few new faces. Good to see you on our side, Erol.
Erol: Thanks.
Ashelin: Did I miss anything?
Jak/Daxter/Torn/Erol: (Shaking their heads) Oh no.nah..
Ashelin: Okay, that's good. Now let's go inside, I smell pancakes.
They all went inside.
That night, Torn gave himself a shot of serum that Erol had cooked up for him. He gave an involuntary hiss as the slight burning sensation crawled around in his veins. He braved a look at the moon.
A sharp tingle shot him in the chest, but nothing else happened. Suddenly, he heard a long haunting howl from deep within him; it sounded so distant, yet it came from so near. He knew it was the voice of the dreaded beast, whose legacy still ran fresh in his veins.
Torn closed his eyes tightly. It was still in there. It'll stay with him until the end of his days, and he knew that one day it will rise once again.
It's there. Waiting. Waiting.
....................................
Finished! Woha!!! Like it? Hate it? Whatever.please drop a review!!!
Kinda bland and a bit cliché, don cha think? I suck at Comedy.I'm so stuck with long conversations and action.