Hunt for the Heart
Hey look! This is chapter two! Cool! I feel special! XD *has figured out how to use the "add a chapter" thingy* From now on, the fic is going to start going into the whole yaoi phase. Yippee! *coughs and looks around*
Warnings: Yaoi, violence, language
Disclaimer: I'm writing fan fiction...do you honestly think I own the game? ~_~ Let alone have the money for that kind of production...if so....are you nuts?!?!?! Yeah...don't sue me for writing this....*whimpers*
Hunt for the Heart: Tearful Past .......................................................
It took two weeks for Jak to recover from the Metal Head attack. Most of the time, he sat alone or slept. Daxter was busy at the Naughty Ottsel so he couldn't hang around to cheer him up. Torn only came in at night. He was usually tired after training new recruits for the guard and having to put up with the more arrogant older guards. Jak had started cooking when he was well enough which had surprised the Krimzon Guard commander but he didn't complain. Kierra never did come to visit and Jak began to wonder if they would ever have any kind of relationship. As the days passed, he found himself thinking about her less and less. It wasn't that he hated her or was angry at her for her actions. He understood that she was scarred...and he was something to be afraid of...now.
Now that he was up and around, everyone gathered at the Naughty Ottsel to celebrate. They all sat at the bar or stood around the small stage in the center of the room.
"Thank you, Jak", Ashlien smiled at him. "You saved the city twice in less than a week. I owe you so much."
Tess giggled at the bar as Daxter waved his arms around in the air enthusiastically. Jak nodded to the governor but his eyes looked towards a blue haired girl sitting with her father at a booth. Even now, Kierra was too nervous to talk to him. Did she really distrust him that much?
Kierra looked down. She had known the blonde elf her entire life. He use to be a kind, innocent boy. What happened to that soft look he once had? Not only did he have an angry aura to him but now his thoughts of revenge plagued his soul.
Sig sat in a booth, talking to Torn. Jak raised an eyebrow, in wonder as to what they were discussing. Shrugging his shoulders, Jak stood and stretched.
"Hey, bird brain! You gonna pay for all of those?" Daxter cried as Onin downed another bottle of booze.
"Be careful of what you AWK say!" the bird warned. "She might get mean!"
Jak snickered, remembering the last time she had gotten drunk. Daxter had been sweeping up broken glass for days....and complaining the entire time.
"M'lady!'
Ashlien turned as the lurker, Brutter, ran through the door. "What is it?"
"Lurkers in Haven Forest!", the lurker informed her. A gasp of disbelief escaped lips all around the room. "Deep in forest. Maybe fifty!"
"All right, Torn. I want you to get the guar..."
"No", Sig interrupted her. Everyone looked at the wastelander in confusion. "Let us take care of this, Ash. There's no need to get the whole city worked up over just fifty."
Jak nodded in agreement. "You stay here, Ashlien. So no one will suspect there is a problem. Torn, Sig, Dax, and I will go take care of..."
"No can do, buddy." Daxter admitted. "I've gotta work." Jak nodded in understanding. The Naughty Ottsel was their only source of income.
"We should leave now." Torn looked at his watch and nodded. "We'll be back before dawn. Brutter, where exactly are the Metal Heads?"
"Far in forest. I program air train for friends", Brutter nodded enthusiastically.
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Ashlien paced back and forth near the air train. Her tattoos creased as she frowned and then relaxed her muscles.
"Chill out, baby!", Daxter grinned. "Charlie's Angels, here, can handle it."
Torn shot Daxter a look that promised certain death or extreme pain later on when they got back to the city. Daxter climbed onto Tess' shoulder and hid behind her hair.
"Be careful you guys," the blonde shifted her weight from one side to the other as the Ottsel began crawling back and forth from shoulder to shoulder.
"We will be," Jak reassured her and climbed into the transport where Sig was waiting. Torn followed close behind. As the transport door began to close, Kierra stepped forward and starred into Jak's eyes. He nodded and looked away. Within seconds, the air transport lifted and took off.
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"We've got about an hour", Sig informed them. "I'm getting some shut eye. Keep watch, Cherries."
Jak only smirked at the usage of the nickname. He never understood why he had earned the name but he did know that Sig was fond of names. He even gave them to Metal Heads.
Thirty minutes of absolute silence passed by slowly. Sig's snore could be heard over the roar of the engine but it wasn't enough to bug the other two. Torn sat, looking out the back window. He was leaning forward with his knees between his knees.
"Dark eco..."
Torn turned and looked at the younger blonde elf. "What?"
"You asked what that creature was. What it is I turn into." Jak replied. Torn raised an eyebrow in question. "While I was healing."
"Oh", Torn leaned back, his bones popping. "Dark eco?"
Jak nodded. "I use to live in a village called Sandover. That's where Samos took me as a kid. I grew up there. Two years ago, I was really happy with my life. There were trees everywhere I looked. No pollution to be found. I saved the village and few others from the lurkers. We found the rift gate." Jak stopped and sighed.
"Lurkers, huh?" Torn grinned. "That was a long time ago."
Jak laughed softly. "Yeah, I guess it was. Anyways, we went through the gate and landed here in the city. Samos, Kierra, and I were separated. Erol found me and knocked me out. He then took me to the baron where they experimented on me." Jak paused and took in a deep breath. He had never told anyone this. Obviously, he didn't need to tell Daxter. "They called it the Dark Warrior Program. They pumped dark eco into my body everyday for two years."
Torn looked down. He had heard about the program but had dismissed it as a rumor. How could something that horrible be true? Even for the baron! But it was true. Jak was living proof of that.
Fists clenched tightly, Jak continued. "They were going to kill me one night. Finish me off, discard me as if I were nothing. Just another failure." The blonde looked over at Torn and tears of distress began to well up in his blue eyes. "I was so happy before I came to this hell hole! I never hated anyone! Now...now I can't even love Kierra!"
The Krimzon commander looked straight ahead of him, not wanting to see those tears or hear his cries. He didn't know what to do. Jak had kept this a secret for so long and now it was slowly eating away at him.
"Daxter saved me." Jak whispered. Torn glanced at him. His eyes were red and his face moist with fallen tears. "Daxter...he's the only person who I've been able to ever talk to....until now".
Torn hesitantly put his hand on Jak's cheek and allowed the tears to absorb into his own skin. Jak pulled back, not out of rejection, but just fear of being joked with. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands and looked down.
"Prepare to land", a mechanical voice sounded from the intercom. Sig sat up and looked around. Remembering what was going on, he grinned at his comrades. He noticed the red faced Jak but didn't comment. "Prepare to..." Torn quickly shut the machine off with a growl.
The air train landed with a light 'thud' and the three walked down the ramp. The first thing Jak realized was that he had never been this deep into the forest. The second was that he had just cried in front of Torn.
"Shit"
The other two elves turned to him and raised their eyebrows. After a few moments of awkward silence, Sig stepped forward and the hunt began.
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Yay! End of chappy two! Hope you guys enjoyed it! Sorry if there was a little OOCness....not really sure. Yeah, so R&R...tell me what you thought. Chapter three will be up soon, I hope! ^_^
Hey look! This is chapter two! Cool! I feel special! XD *has figured out how to use the "add a chapter" thingy* From now on, the fic is going to start going into the whole yaoi phase. Yippee! *coughs and looks around*
Warnings: Yaoi, violence, language
Disclaimer: I'm writing fan fiction...do you honestly think I own the game? ~_~ Let alone have the money for that kind of production...if so....are you nuts?!?!?! Yeah...don't sue me for writing this....*whimpers*
Hunt for the Heart: Tearful Past .......................................................
It took two weeks for Jak to recover from the Metal Head attack. Most of the time, he sat alone or slept. Daxter was busy at the Naughty Ottsel so he couldn't hang around to cheer him up. Torn only came in at night. He was usually tired after training new recruits for the guard and having to put up with the more arrogant older guards. Jak had started cooking when he was well enough which had surprised the Krimzon Guard commander but he didn't complain. Kierra never did come to visit and Jak began to wonder if they would ever have any kind of relationship. As the days passed, he found himself thinking about her less and less. It wasn't that he hated her or was angry at her for her actions. He understood that she was scarred...and he was something to be afraid of...now.
Now that he was up and around, everyone gathered at the Naughty Ottsel to celebrate. They all sat at the bar or stood around the small stage in the center of the room.
"Thank you, Jak", Ashlien smiled at him. "You saved the city twice in less than a week. I owe you so much."
Tess giggled at the bar as Daxter waved his arms around in the air enthusiastically. Jak nodded to the governor but his eyes looked towards a blue haired girl sitting with her father at a booth. Even now, Kierra was too nervous to talk to him. Did she really distrust him that much?
Kierra looked down. She had known the blonde elf her entire life. He use to be a kind, innocent boy. What happened to that soft look he once had? Not only did he have an angry aura to him but now his thoughts of revenge plagued his soul.
Sig sat in a booth, talking to Torn. Jak raised an eyebrow, in wonder as to what they were discussing. Shrugging his shoulders, Jak stood and stretched.
"Hey, bird brain! You gonna pay for all of those?" Daxter cried as Onin downed another bottle of booze.
"Be careful of what you AWK say!" the bird warned. "She might get mean!"
Jak snickered, remembering the last time she had gotten drunk. Daxter had been sweeping up broken glass for days....and complaining the entire time.
"M'lady!'
Ashlien turned as the lurker, Brutter, ran through the door. "What is it?"
"Lurkers in Haven Forest!", the lurker informed her. A gasp of disbelief escaped lips all around the room. "Deep in forest. Maybe fifty!"
"All right, Torn. I want you to get the guar..."
"No", Sig interrupted her. Everyone looked at the wastelander in confusion. "Let us take care of this, Ash. There's no need to get the whole city worked up over just fifty."
Jak nodded in agreement. "You stay here, Ashlien. So no one will suspect there is a problem. Torn, Sig, Dax, and I will go take care of..."
"No can do, buddy." Daxter admitted. "I've gotta work." Jak nodded in understanding. The Naughty Ottsel was their only source of income.
"We should leave now." Torn looked at his watch and nodded. "We'll be back before dawn. Brutter, where exactly are the Metal Heads?"
"Far in forest. I program air train for friends", Brutter nodded enthusiastically.
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Ashlien paced back and forth near the air train. Her tattoos creased as she frowned and then relaxed her muscles.
"Chill out, baby!", Daxter grinned. "Charlie's Angels, here, can handle it."
Torn shot Daxter a look that promised certain death or extreme pain later on when they got back to the city. Daxter climbed onto Tess' shoulder and hid behind her hair.
"Be careful you guys," the blonde shifted her weight from one side to the other as the Ottsel began crawling back and forth from shoulder to shoulder.
"We will be," Jak reassured her and climbed into the transport where Sig was waiting. Torn followed close behind. As the transport door began to close, Kierra stepped forward and starred into Jak's eyes. He nodded and looked away. Within seconds, the air transport lifted and took off.
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"We've got about an hour", Sig informed them. "I'm getting some shut eye. Keep watch, Cherries."
Jak only smirked at the usage of the nickname. He never understood why he had earned the name but he did know that Sig was fond of names. He even gave them to Metal Heads.
Thirty minutes of absolute silence passed by slowly. Sig's snore could be heard over the roar of the engine but it wasn't enough to bug the other two. Torn sat, looking out the back window. He was leaning forward with his knees between his knees.
"Dark eco..."
Torn turned and looked at the younger blonde elf. "What?"
"You asked what that creature was. What it is I turn into." Jak replied. Torn raised an eyebrow in question. "While I was healing."
"Oh", Torn leaned back, his bones popping. "Dark eco?"
Jak nodded. "I use to live in a village called Sandover. That's where Samos took me as a kid. I grew up there. Two years ago, I was really happy with my life. There were trees everywhere I looked. No pollution to be found. I saved the village and few others from the lurkers. We found the rift gate." Jak stopped and sighed.
"Lurkers, huh?" Torn grinned. "That was a long time ago."
Jak laughed softly. "Yeah, I guess it was. Anyways, we went through the gate and landed here in the city. Samos, Kierra, and I were separated. Erol found me and knocked me out. He then took me to the baron where they experimented on me." Jak paused and took in a deep breath. He had never told anyone this. Obviously, he didn't need to tell Daxter. "They called it the Dark Warrior Program. They pumped dark eco into my body everyday for two years."
Torn looked down. He had heard about the program but had dismissed it as a rumor. How could something that horrible be true? Even for the baron! But it was true. Jak was living proof of that.
Fists clenched tightly, Jak continued. "They were going to kill me one night. Finish me off, discard me as if I were nothing. Just another failure." The blonde looked over at Torn and tears of distress began to well up in his blue eyes. "I was so happy before I came to this hell hole! I never hated anyone! Now...now I can't even love Kierra!"
The Krimzon commander looked straight ahead of him, not wanting to see those tears or hear his cries. He didn't know what to do. Jak had kept this a secret for so long and now it was slowly eating away at him.
"Daxter saved me." Jak whispered. Torn glanced at him. His eyes were red and his face moist with fallen tears. "Daxter...he's the only person who I've been able to ever talk to....until now".
Torn hesitantly put his hand on Jak's cheek and allowed the tears to absorb into his own skin. Jak pulled back, not out of rejection, but just fear of being joked with. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands and looked down.
"Prepare to land", a mechanical voice sounded from the intercom. Sig sat up and looked around. Remembering what was going on, he grinned at his comrades. He noticed the red faced Jak but didn't comment. "Prepare to..." Torn quickly shut the machine off with a growl.
The air train landed with a light 'thud' and the three walked down the ramp. The first thing Jak realized was that he had never been this deep into the forest. The second was that he had just cried in front of Torn.
"Shit"
The other two elves turned to him and raised their eyebrows. After a few moments of awkward silence, Sig stepped forward and the hunt began.
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Yay! End of chappy two! Hope you guys enjoyed it! Sorry if there was a little OOCness....not really sure. Yeah, so R&R...tell me what you thought. Chapter three will be up soon, I hope! ^_^