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A/N: I made a HUGE mistake on the characters. Torn is supposed to be Lock- Nah and Erol is supposed to be Mr. Hafez. I'm really sorry about the confusion.if I caused any..*sniff*
Chapter Two ~~ Mom, Dad.I CAN EXPLAIN EVERYTHING!!
A couple thousand years later, the O'Conells were down at the exact place when the battle once took place.
Inside the run-down temple, a figure made its way into the temple and noticed many old artifacts lying around. There was a hole in the wall and several rats. Ancient hieroglyphics were all over the walls and rotting statues of gods seemed to be staring at you.
Meanwhile, another figure stood behind a thick wall of cobwebs. It was a male with shoulder length hair and a gun in his hand. The man loaded the gun and pushed the cobwebs out of the way so he could move. It was Jak.
He walked into another hallway with a torch in one hand and the gun in the other. He seemed rather jumpy. Jak swiftly pointed his gun down the next corridor as he turned. His blue eyes darted from his left to his right.
A faint hissing noise made him look up fast. There was a sound that resembled screaming that made Jak walk slowly forward. He kept his gun raised, as if he was expecting something.
Jak walked down the hall, his back scraping against the moldy wall. There was a growl and Jak put his hand on the trigger. He pointed the gun and aimed at nothing in particular. He looked down the next hall and saw nothing but cobwebs and such.
Jak sighed and turned around. He found himself face to face with someone.
" AHH!" Jak screamed and he lunged backwards.
Little Jak fell backwards and screamed as well.
Jak panted and asked, " Lil' Jak?"
Little Jak laughed and sat up. " What were you thinkin, a mummy had come back to life?"
" I'll tell you a story sometime," Jak helped his son up. " What are you doing down here? I thought I told you to wait for us up in the temple."
" But, Dad, I saw-" Little Jak tried to say.
" No 'buts.' It's dangerous down here, Lil Jak," Jak put a finger up to Little Jak's face.
" But I saw your tattoo," Little Jak managed to say.
" You saw what?" Jak stopped.
" On a wall by the entrance," Little Jak took of the little band of cloth around Jak's wrist to reveal the tattoo. " There's a cartouche just like it." Little Jak began to point out the objects on the tattoo. " With the pyramid and the eye and the two kings and everything."
" Really?" Jak asked.
" Yeah," Little Jak smiled.
" Okay, well, I'll be up to take a look at that in a minute," Jak replied.
" But-But-" Little Jak was interrupted once again.
" In the meantime," Jak continued, " I want you to wait for us up there."
" But-"
" No, pick up your stuff, and I'll see you up in the temple," Jak began to usher his on away. " Go."
Little Jak picked up his goggles that had fallen off and the flashlight.
" Go on," Jak pointed ahead of him.
" And-and what shall I do?" Little Jak walked backwards the way he came.
" I dunno," Jak admitted as he started to walk away. " Surprise me. Build a better mousetrap."
" Okay," Little Jak said just before he disappeared around the corner.
" While your mother goes and desecrates another tomb," Jak muttered as he walked down the hall.
. . . . .
Keira was in a different chamber carefully dusting on a wall with several hieroglyphics on it as well as two women fighting.
She turned around as she heard a hissing sound. She looked down and saw a snake slithering across her boot.
" Go away," Keira kicked the snake hard as it went flying. It missed Jak by an inch.
" Those are poisonous, you know," Jak said shakily as he walked up to her.
" Only if they bite you," Keira smiled as she turned back to her work. " What was all that about?"
" Oh, nothing," Jak lifted a large box with several tools and stuff, " Lil Jak wanted to show me somethin." He set the box down on a rock behind Keira. " I swear," Jak began, " the kid gets more and more like you everyday."
" You mean more attractive, sweet, and devilishly charming?" Keira walked over to him.
" No, he's driving me crazy," Jak gave Keira a quick kiss. " Now where were we?"
" Hammer and chisel," Keira held up the tiny tools.
Jak looked at Keira and sighed. He took the tools in his hands and sighed again.
"All right, all right!" Keira rummaged around for another tool and she held up a large crowbar. " Let's do it your way."
" Thank you," Jak said as he smacked the wall with the crowbar.
Keira looked away as the wall came crashing down to reveal a hidden room.
Light flooded into the room and it was quite obvious that no one had been in there for a long time, judging by the corpses lining the wall and the many skulls on the floor. The only living things in the room at the time where scorpions and tarantulas.
Keira stepped onto the wall that had fallen inwards and carefully stepped onto bare patches on the sand where the scorpions and spiders weren't residing.
" Ever since I had the dream," she said as she reached other side of the room, " this place is all I can think about."
" Ever since you had that dream, I haven't had a decent night of sleep," Jak stepped off the wall and he paid no mind to the disgusting crunching noises as he met up with Keira.
" I feel like I've been here before," Keira waited for her husband. She turned to look at him as she stepped around the creepy-crawlies. " I know I've been here before."
" Keira, nobody's been here before," Jak tried to reason with her as he followed her. " Not in at least 3,000 years. Except for these guys." He gestured to the bodies lining the walls.
Keira stopped when she reached a torch holder jutting out of the wall. She pulled it down and the wall began to move behind them with a loud creak.
She looked at Jak and asked, " Then how do I seem to know exactly where I'm going?"
. . . . .
Outside the temple, three men on horses were galloping to the entrance. They climbed off their horses with guns at their side.
One of them slid a sword into his belt and said, " Let's go." The three walked inside the temple.
. . . . .
Little Jak ran across the inside of the temple to what looked like an advanced model of a mousetrap. He indeed did build a better mousetrap. He carefully placed a piece of cheese on the top of the trap and turned to the mice that were squeaking noisily in the corner.
Little Jak looked up as voices echoed off the walls. He ran towards the entrance and saw three shadows against the far wall quickly approaching. The voices grew louder.
He grabbed his bag and climbed up the hand-made tower. He swung himself over the top just as three men stepped into the temple.
One was carrying a gun and he wore a piece of magenta colored cloth around his head. He asked snidely, " Knock, knock. Anybody home?"
Little Jak watched them from the top of the tower in silence.
The one with the gun said, " You two check out that stuff, see if it's there." He walked towards the corridor where Jak and Keira went. " I'll sort out the O'Conells."
Little Jak gasped.
. . . . .
Jak walked down the newly opened passageway with a torch extended outward. He walked into another room and looked it over as Keira made her way into the room with another torch.
Keira suddenly stopped and she felt faint. There was a hissing sound that made her move the torch quickly and as she did, the dark room was instantly brightened. Keira looked around in alarm as she moved her torch the other way.
The room was now gold instead of the dull gray. The hieroglyphics looked as if they were painted yesterday. Small candles burned brightly in the corners.
Keira gasped as she heard a loud clanging coming from a door on the other side of the room. It slowly began to open and a girl about her age, all dressed in ancient Precursor clothing, stepped out. Inside, Keira could make out two guards standing protectively next to a chest in the middle of the room.
The girl shut the door and turned a weird looking lock that resembled a scarab in the center of a star that had eight points. The woman turned the lock to the right.
Keira watched intently as the girl turned it to the left and pushed it in. The girl then turned and walked towards Keira. Before Keira could make out the girl's feature's Jak had suddenly walked right through her.
Keira watched in dismay as everything came back to normal. The walls were no longer gold and the room was dark except for the light from their torches.
Keira blinked and looked around. She swung her torch and it made a whoosh. She swung it again and again until Jak looked up at her.
" You know, if you move that fast enough, you could almost write your name?" Jak grunted as he tried shoving the crowbar into the door.
" I-I just had a vision," Keira realized. " It was-it was like my dream, but it was real. It was like I was actually her in ancient times."
" Well if you were actually here," Jak continued to struggle with the crowbar, " could you show me how to open this thing?"
Keira walked up to him and moved the crowbar away. He gave the torch to Jak and said, " Hold this." He took it and watched Keira.
Keira grasped the locking devise even though it was covered in thick cobwebs. She turned twice once to the right and once to the left. She pushed it in and jumped a little as the door creaked open.
" All right," Jak said slowly, " now you're starting to scare me."
" Now I'm starting to scare myself," Keira admitted as they walked into the room.
. . . . .
Back in the temple, Little Jak watched from his perch as the two other men rummaged through the artifacts.
" What is this? Look at the state of this rubbish!" the one man with the cowboy hat started throwing some broken pottery around.
Little Jak readied his slingshot and he aimed at the man with the cowboy hat.
" Those Precursorians never had a clue," the man continued. " It's all chintz and stuff."
Little Jak took aim.
" Look at that," that guy wouldn't shut up. " Cheap pottery, this. Ancient rubbish."
There was a slight thwang as Little Jak they the rock go.
" AAAH!" the man shouted as the rock bounced off his neck. The other man with the red bandanna raised his gun at the other man.
" Jacques, somethin's hit me head!" the man whined.
" Shut up, Spivey," Jacques said harshly. " This place is cursed."
Spivey continued to sob and clutch the side of his neck.
" We do not wan to wake the gods," Jacques looked up at the ceiling.
. . . . .
The man with the magenta band stepped onto the broken wall that Jak had knocked down. He entered the room.
There was a slight shriek from behind him that made him gasp. He stepped off the wall with a sick crunch. He stopped and slowly looked down. About 15 or so scorpions and tarantulas were making their way up his leg.
" Ohh! Aaah!" He shouted as he tried to sake them off. He took off for the next room. " Aah! Aah! Aah!"
. . . . .
Keira carefully brushed the cobwebs away from a weird looking plate.
" That's the emblem of the Metal Head King," Keira said when she saw the plate. " He's supposed to be pure myth. No-No trace of him has ever been found before. No artifacts, no archival evidence."
" Maybe they didn't WANT anybody to find him," Jak suggested.
" Let's open this," Keira ignored Jak's remark. She fingered the chest below the emblem. Precursor words were written along the top and sides.
" Keira, I don't have a real good feeling about this," Jak told her.
The man had finally heard Jak and Keira's voice and he crept closer with his gun.
" It's only a chest," Keira responded. " No harm ever came from opening a chest."
The man came closer and he kept his torch low.
" Right," Jak chuckled, " and no harm ever came from reading a book. Remember how that one went?"
" Oh, come one," Keira said as she tried opening the chest. " We can't stop now."
" Just remember, I was the voice of reason here," Jak handed her the crowbar.
" For once," Keira took the crowbar and smiled.
. . . . .
Back in the temple, Little Jak was reloading for another shot.
" Rubbish, rubbish," Spivey muttered. Dreck. Chintz."
Little Jak once again took aim and this time he had a perfect shot of Spivey's rear. He let it go.
" Only half of this-" Spivey reared up and screamed in pain as a rock bounced off his butt.
Jacques looked over at him.
" God, that hurt!" Spivey whined.
Little Jak rolled over onto his back and giggled a little too loud. He shut his mouth and gulped.
While Spivey continued to moan, Jacques looked around and then his eyes moved upwards.
. . . . .
The man with the magenta band and gun was right behind the door that Keira had opened. Instead of shooting them right away, he decided to listen.
Keira continued to grunt as she tried to pry open the sealed chest.
Jak watched his wife. His eyes darted to one of the still-standing corpses that guarded the chest. Around its neck was a weird shaped medallion. He fingered it before he took it off.
" Hon?" Jak nudged her. " Let's do it your way."
Keira looked up and smiled as she took the necklace and handed him the crowbar. She noticed an indent in the chest that looked exactly like it. She put the necklace into the indent and turned it.
The chest opened with a hiss of dust.
Keira opened the chest slowly and gasped when she saw what was inside.
" The Bracelet of Mar," she whispered as she studied the golden bracelet.
. . . . .
Back in the temple, Little Jak readied for another shot. He had to be careful now since the two men were standing right next to each other. He let the rock go.
Jacques spun around and grabbed the rock just before it hit Spivey. He looked up at Little Jak.
Little Jak gasped and stood up.
Spivey angrily walked towards him but Jacques smirked and held him back.
" I'll take care of this," Jacques said as he walked towards the tower.
. . . . .
The man with the magenta band held his gun out and aimed.
Keira and Jak gasped as the whole place began to rumble. Keira had taken the bracelet out of the chest.
The man with the gun looked up at the ceiling uneasily.
" Oh, my God," Keira shouted as she threw the bracelet back into the chest and shut it.
" It's a bit late for that!" Jak shouted.
" Put it in your rucksack," Keira picked up the chest and handed it to Jak.
" I gotta better idea," Jak shoved the chest back to her. " Let's leave it here!"
" I think it's a bit late for THAT!" Keira shouted.
The man with the magenta band started running back down the corridor.
" What's it say?!" Jak asked franticly.
" Ah, er, ' He who disturbs this bracelet shall drink from the Nile'," Keira read the ancient Precursor. She looked up at Jak and smiled nervously. " Well that doesn't sound too bad."
The man with the magenta band had only a second to run as the wall to his left came collapsing down as thousand of gallons of water came rushing in.
Keira and Jak came running out of the chamber with the chest in Jak's rucksack. They both looked up at the same time to see water rushing towards them.
Jak pulled Keira down another tunnel but the water followed them.
. . . . .
Little Jak was having his problems as well. He was stuck up on the tower as Jacques climbed up the ladder towards him. He has a knife in his mouth.
" Jacques's gonna make a nice fillet out of you, my son," Spivey said from bellow.
Jacques had reached the top and was now climbing onto the wooden platform.
" Oh, please," Little Jak squeaked. " Please."
" Spivey! Jacques!" the man with the magenta band came tearing out of the hallway. " Let's get the hell outta here!"
" Come on!" Spivey shouted to Jacques as he took off towards the exit as well.
Jacques took one last look at Little Jak before sliding down the ladder and kicking one of the supports down.
" Come on!" Spivey shouted again from the entrance.
Jacques ran off towards the exit leaving Little Jak. The tower began to move back and forth uncontrollably and Little Jak screamed.
. . . . .
Jak and Keira ran as fast as they could to escape the water but soon they would have no where to turn.
. . . . .
Little Jak screamed as the tower lurched it the right. He grabbed onto the side of the tower for support.
. . . . .
Keira screamed in horror as they reached a dead end. Jak looked around for another exit but there was none. They looked back and saw the water rushing towards them. The continued to look around, as if they were waiting for a secret passageway to appear. Alas, one did not.
Jak grabbed Keira and held her close against him as the water smashed into them hard.
. . . . .
Little Jak lunged for the pillar next to the tower and grabbed onto it just as the tower collapsed. Unfortunately, the force of Little Jak and the tower combined made the pillar fall. It knocked into the one next to it and that one knocked into the one next to it and soon all the pillars were being knocked down just like dominos.
" Woah," Little Jak looked around. His goggles were crooked; dust and dirt covered his green hair and clothes.
. . . . .
Jak and Keira were busy trying not to drown at that time. The only air source they had was a room above them. Metal bars blocked them from getting out.
" This is bad, Keira!" Jak managed to shout over the rushing sound of the water.
" We've had bad before!" Keira shouted back as she put her face up to the bars of air. Th water was rising fast.
" This is worse!" Jak managed to gasp before a waved knocked into him.
. . . . .
Little Jak spun around and gasped as the one pillar began to slide downwards. He scrambled over to it and tried to hold it up but needless to say that was futile.
. . . . .
By now, the water was about over their heads. Jak and Keira took one last gulp of air before the water washed over them.
. . . . .
Little Jak put up a valiant effort but the pillar came crashing down through the wall. Little Jak ran as the wall collapsed as water cam rushing out along with his parents.
They were sputtering and coughing on the floor.
Little Jak looked at them and then looked at all of the pillars. He looked back at his wet parents and said, " Mom, Dad, I can explain everything."
~~~End of Chapter Two~~~
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A/N: I made a HUGE mistake on the characters. Torn is supposed to be Lock- Nah and Erol is supposed to be Mr. Hafez. I'm really sorry about the confusion.if I caused any..*sniff*
Chapter Two ~~ Mom, Dad.I CAN EXPLAIN EVERYTHING!!
A couple thousand years later, the O'Conells were down at the exact place when the battle once took place.
Inside the run-down temple, a figure made its way into the temple and noticed many old artifacts lying around. There was a hole in the wall and several rats. Ancient hieroglyphics were all over the walls and rotting statues of gods seemed to be staring at you.
Meanwhile, another figure stood behind a thick wall of cobwebs. It was a male with shoulder length hair and a gun in his hand. The man loaded the gun and pushed the cobwebs out of the way so he could move. It was Jak.
He walked into another hallway with a torch in one hand and the gun in the other. He seemed rather jumpy. Jak swiftly pointed his gun down the next corridor as he turned. His blue eyes darted from his left to his right.
A faint hissing noise made him look up fast. There was a sound that resembled screaming that made Jak walk slowly forward. He kept his gun raised, as if he was expecting something.
Jak walked down the hall, his back scraping against the moldy wall. There was a growl and Jak put his hand on the trigger. He pointed the gun and aimed at nothing in particular. He looked down the next hall and saw nothing but cobwebs and such.
Jak sighed and turned around. He found himself face to face with someone.
" AHH!" Jak screamed and he lunged backwards.
Little Jak fell backwards and screamed as well.
Jak panted and asked, " Lil' Jak?"
Little Jak laughed and sat up. " What were you thinkin, a mummy had come back to life?"
" I'll tell you a story sometime," Jak helped his son up. " What are you doing down here? I thought I told you to wait for us up in the temple."
" But, Dad, I saw-" Little Jak tried to say.
" No 'buts.' It's dangerous down here, Lil Jak," Jak put a finger up to Little Jak's face.
" But I saw your tattoo," Little Jak managed to say.
" You saw what?" Jak stopped.
" On a wall by the entrance," Little Jak took of the little band of cloth around Jak's wrist to reveal the tattoo. " There's a cartouche just like it." Little Jak began to point out the objects on the tattoo. " With the pyramid and the eye and the two kings and everything."
" Really?" Jak asked.
" Yeah," Little Jak smiled.
" Okay, well, I'll be up to take a look at that in a minute," Jak replied.
" But-But-" Little Jak was interrupted once again.
" In the meantime," Jak continued, " I want you to wait for us up there."
" But-"
" No, pick up your stuff, and I'll see you up in the temple," Jak began to usher his on away. " Go."
Little Jak picked up his goggles that had fallen off and the flashlight.
" Go on," Jak pointed ahead of him.
" And-and what shall I do?" Little Jak walked backwards the way he came.
" I dunno," Jak admitted as he started to walk away. " Surprise me. Build a better mousetrap."
" Okay," Little Jak said just before he disappeared around the corner.
" While your mother goes and desecrates another tomb," Jak muttered as he walked down the hall.
. . . . .
Keira was in a different chamber carefully dusting on a wall with several hieroglyphics on it as well as two women fighting.
She turned around as she heard a hissing sound. She looked down and saw a snake slithering across her boot.
" Go away," Keira kicked the snake hard as it went flying. It missed Jak by an inch.
" Those are poisonous, you know," Jak said shakily as he walked up to her.
" Only if they bite you," Keira smiled as she turned back to her work. " What was all that about?"
" Oh, nothing," Jak lifted a large box with several tools and stuff, " Lil Jak wanted to show me somethin." He set the box down on a rock behind Keira. " I swear," Jak began, " the kid gets more and more like you everyday."
" You mean more attractive, sweet, and devilishly charming?" Keira walked over to him.
" No, he's driving me crazy," Jak gave Keira a quick kiss. " Now where were we?"
" Hammer and chisel," Keira held up the tiny tools.
Jak looked at Keira and sighed. He took the tools in his hands and sighed again.
"All right, all right!" Keira rummaged around for another tool and she held up a large crowbar. " Let's do it your way."
" Thank you," Jak said as he smacked the wall with the crowbar.
Keira looked away as the wall came crashing down to reveal a hidden room.
Light flooded into the room and it was quite obvious that no one had been in there for a long time, judging by the corpses lining the wall and the many skulls on the floor. The only living things in the room at the time where scorpions and tarantulas.
Keira stepped onto the wall that had fallen inwards and carefully stepped onto bare patches on the sand where the scorpions and spiders weren't residing.
" Ever since I had the dream," she said as she reached other side of the room, " this place is all I can think about."
" Ever since you had that dream, I haven't had a decent night of sleep," Jak stepped off the wall and he paid no mind to the disgusting crunching noises as he met up with Keira.
" I feel like I've been here before," Keira waited for her husband. She turned to look at him as she stepped around the creepy-crawlies. " I know I've been here before."
" Keira, nobody's been here before," Jak tried to reason with her as he followed her. " Not in at least 3,000 years. Except for these guys." He gestured to the bodies lining the walls.
Keira stopped when she reached a torch holder jutting out of the wall. She pulled it down and the wall began to move behind them with a loud creak.
She looked at Jak and asked, " Then how do I seem to know exactly where I'm going?"
. . . . .
Outside the temple, three men on horses were galloping to the entrance. They climbed off their horses with guns at their side.
One of them slid a sword into his belt and said, " Let's go." The three walked inside the temple.
. . . . .
Little Jak ran across the inside of the temple to what looked like an advanced model of a mousetrap. He indeed did build a better mousetrap. He carefully placed a piece of cheese on the top of the trap and turned to the mice that were squeaking noisily in the corner.
Little Jak looked up as voices echoed off the walls. He ran towards the entrance and saw three shadows against the far wall quickly approaching. The voices grew louder.
He grabbed his bag and climbed up the hand-made tower. He swung himself over the top just as three men stepped into the temple.
One was carrying a gun and he wore a piece of magenta colored cloth around his head. He asked snidely, " Knock, knock. Anybody home?"
Little Jak watched them from the top of the tower in silence.
The one with the gun said, " You two check out that stuff, see if it's there." He walked towards the corridor where Jak and Keira went. " I'll sort out the O'Conells."
Little Jak gasped.
. . . . .
Jak walked down the newly opened passageway with a torch extended outward. He walked into another room and looked it over as Keira made her way into the room with another torch.
Keira suddenly stopped and she felt faint. There was a hissing sound that made her move the torch quickly and as she did, the dark room was instantly brightened. Keira looked around in alarm as she moved her torch the other way.
The room was now gold instead of the dull gray. The hieroglyphics looked as if they were painted yesterday. Small candles burned brightly in the corners.
Keira gasped as she heard a loud clanging coming from a door on the other side of the room. It slowly began to open and a girl about her age, all dressed in ancient Precursor clothing, stepped out. Inside, Keira could make out two guards standing protectively next to a chest in the middle of the room.
The girl shut the door and turned a weird looking lock that resembled a scarab in the center of a star that had eight points. The woman turned the lock to the right.
Keira watched intently as the girl turned it to the left and pushed it in. The girl then turned and walked towards Keira. Before Keira could make out the girl's feature's Jak had suddenly walked right through her.
Keira watched in dismay as everything came back to normal. The walls were no longer gold and the room was dark except for the light from their torches.
Keira blinked and looked around. She swung her torch and it made a whoosh. She swung it again and again until Jak looked up at her.
" You know, if you move that fast enough, you could almost write your name?" Jak grunted as he tried shoving the crowbar into the door.
" I-I just had a vision," Keira realized. " It was-it was like my dream, but it was real. It was like I was actually her in ancient times."
" Well if you were actually here," Jak continued to struggle with the crowbar, " could you show me how to open this thing?"
Keira walked up to him and moved the crowbar away. He gave the torch to Jak and said, " Hold this." He took it and watched Keira.
Keira grasped the locking devise even though it was covered in thick cobwebs. She turned twice once to the right and once to the left. She pushed it in and jumped a little as the door creaked open.
" All right," Jak said slowly, " now you're starting to scare me."
" Now I'm starting to scare myself," Keira admitted as they walked into the room.
. . . . .
Back in the temple, Little Jak watched from his perch as the two other men rummaged through the artifacts.
" What is this? Look at the state of this rubbish!" the one man with the cowboy hat started throwing some broken pottery around.
Little Jak readied his slingshot and he aimed at the man with the cowboy hat.
" Those Precursorians never had a clue," the man continued. " It's all chintz and stuff."
Little Jak took aim.
" Look at that," that guy wouldn't shut up. " Cheap pottery, this. Ancient rubbish."
There was a slight thwang as Little Jak they the rock go.
" AAAH!" the man shouted as the rock bounced off his neck. The other man with the red bandanna raised his gun at the other man.
" Jacques, somethin's hit me head!" the man whined.
" Shut up, Spivey," Jacques said harshly. " This place is cursed."
Spivey continued to sob and clutch the side of his neck.
" We do not wan to wake the gods," Jacques looked up at the ceiling.
. . . . .
The man with the magenta band stepped onto the broken wall that Jak had knocked down. He entered the room.
There was a slight shriek from behind him that made him gasp. He stepped off the wall with a sick crunch. He stopped and slowly looked down. About 15 or so scorpions and tarantulas were making their way up his leg.
" Ohh! Aaah!" He shouted as he tried to sake them off. He took off for the next room. " Aah! Aah! Aah!"
. . . . .
Keira carefully brushed the cobwebs away from a weird looking plate.
" That's the emblem of the Metal Head King," Keira said when she saw the plate. " He's supposed to be pure myth. No-No trace of him has ever been found before. No artifacts, no archival evidence."
" Maybe they didn't WANT anybody to find him," Jak suggested.
" Let's open this," Keira ignored Jak's remark. She fingered the chest below the emblem. Precursor words were written along the top and sides.
" Keira, I don't have a real good feeling about this," Jak told her.
The man had finally heard Jak and Keira's voice and he crept closer with his gun.
" It's only a chest," Keira responded. " No harm ever came from opening a chest."
The man came closer and he kept his torch low.
" Right," Jak chuckled, " and no harm ever came from reading a book. Remember how that one went?"
" Oh, come one," Keira said as she tried opening the chest. " We can't stop now."
" Just remember, I was the voice of reason here," Jak handed her the crowbar.
" For once," Keira took the crowbar and smiled.
. . . . .
Back in the temple, Little Jak was reloading for another shot.
" Rubbish, rubbish," Spivey muttered. Dreck. Chintz."
Little Jak once again took aim and this time he had a perfect shot of Spivey's rear. He let it go.
" Only half of this-" Spivey reared up and screamed in pain as a rock bounced off his butt.
Jacques looked over at him.
" God, that hurt!" Spivey whined.
Little Jak rolled over onto his back and giggled a little too loud. He shut his mouth and gulped.
While Spivey continued to moan, Jacques looked around and then his eyes moved upwards.
. . . . .
The man with the magenta band and gun was right behind the door that Keira had opened. Instead of shooting them right away, he decided to listen.
Keira continued to grunt as she tried to pry open the sealed chest.
Jak watched his wife. His eyes darted to one of the still-standing corpses that guarded the chest. Around its neck was a weird shaped medallion. He fingered it before he took it off.
" Hon?" Jak nudged her. " Let's do it your way."
Keira looked up and smiled as she took the necklace and handed him the crowbar. She noticed an indent in the chest that looked exactly like it. She put the necklace into the indent and turned it.
The chest opened with a hiss of dust.
Keira opened the chest slowly and gasped when she saw what was inside.
" The Bracelet of Mar," she whispered as she studied the golden bracelet.
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Back in the temple, Little Jak readied for another shot. He had to be careful now since the two men were standing right next to each other. He let the rock go.
Jacques spun around and grabbed the rock just before it hit Spivey. He looked up at Little Jak.
Little Jak gasped and stood up.
Spivey angrily walked towards him but Jacques smirked and held him back.
" I'll take care of this," Jacques said as he walked towards the tower.
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The man with the magenta band held his gun out and aimed.
Keira and Jak gasped as the whole place began to rumble. Keira had taken the bracelet out of the chest.
The man with the gun looked up at the ceiling uneasily.
" Oh, my God," Keira shouted as she threw the bracelet back into the chest and shut it.
" It's a bit late for that!" Jak shouted.
" Put it in your rucksack," Keira picked up the chest and handed it to Jak.
" I gotta better idea," Jak shoved the chest back to her. " Let's leave it here!"
" I think it's a bit late for THAT!" Keira shouted.
The man with the magenta band started running back down the corridor.
" What's it say?!" Jak asked franticly.
" Ah, er, ' He who disturbs this bracelet shall drink from the Nile'," Keira read the ancient Precursor. She looked up at Jak and smiled nervously. " Well that doesn't sound too bad."
The man with the magenta band had only a second to run as the wall to his left came collapsing down as thousand of gallons of water came rushing in.
Keira and Jak came running out of the chamber with the chest in Jak's rucksack. They both looked up at the same time to see water rushing towards them.
Jak pulled Keira down another tunnel but the water followed them.
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Little Jak was having his problems as well. He was stuck up on the tower as Jacques climbed up the ladder towards him. He has a knife in his mouth.
" Jacques's gonna make a nice fillet out of you, my son," Spivey said from bellow.
Jacques had reached the top and was now climbing onto the wooden platform.
" Oh, please," Little Jak squeaked. " Please."
" Spivey! Jacques!" the man with the magenta band came tearing out of the hallway. " Let's get the hell outta here!"
" Come on!" Spivey shouted to Jacques as he took off towards the exit as well.
Jacques took one last look at Little Jak before sliding down the ladder and kicking one of the supports down.
" Come on!" Spivey shouted again from the entrance.
Jacques ran off towards the exit leaving Little Jak. The tower began to move back and forth uncontrollably and Little Jak screamed.
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Jak and Keira ran as fast as they could to escape the water but soon they would have no where to turn.
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Little Jak screamed as the tower lurched it the right. He grabbed onto the side of the tower for support.
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Keira screamed in horror as they reached a dead end. Jak looked around for another exit but there was none. They looked back and saw the water rushing towards them. The continued to look around, as if they were waiting for a secret passageway to appear. Alas, one did not.
Jak grabbed Keira and held her close against him as the water smashed into them hard.
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Little Jak lunged for the pillar next to the tower and grabbed onto it just as the tower collapsed. Unfortunately, the force of Little Jak and the tower combined made the pillar fall. It knocked into the one next to it and that one knocked into the one next to it and soon all the pillars were being knocked down just like dominos.
" Woah," Little Jak looked around. His goggles were crooked; dust and dirt covered his green hair and clothes.
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Jak and Keira were busy trying not to drown at that time. The only air source they had was a room above them. Metal bars blocked them from getting out.
" This is bad, Keira!" Jak managed to shout over the rushing sound of the water.
" We've had bad before!" Keira shouted back as she put her face up to the bars of air. Th water was rising fast.
" This is worse!" Jak managed to gasp before a waved knocked into him.
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Little Jak spun around and gasped as the one pillar began to slide downwards. He scrambled over to it and tried to hold it up but needless to say that was futile.
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By now, the water was about over their heads. Jak and Keira took one last gulp of air before the water washed over them.
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Little Jak put up a valiant effort but the pillar came crashing down through the wall. Little Jak ran as the wall collapsed as water cam rushing out along with his parents.
They were sputtering and coughing on the floor.
Little Jak looked at them and then looked at all of the pillars. He looked back at his wet parents and said, " Mom, Dad, I can explain everything."
~~~End of Chapter Two~~~
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