Hunt for the Heart
Woohoo! Chapter three! *sings* I rock! I rock! Yeah! Go me! *stops singing and coughs* No one saw that. Oh yeah...*evil laughter* Thanks for the idea for one of the scenes in this chappy, Eva Kasumi. You'll see what I mean if you read. Bwahahahahaha!
Warnings: yaoi, violence, and I don't remember if there is language *cough*
Disclaimer: I want to own them so if they're for sale *nudges Naughty Dog and suddenly realizes where they got the idea for the name "Naughty" Ottsel* O_O" Anywaaaaaaaaaays....don't sue me! I know your secrets now O_o
Hunt for the Heart: Bloody Engagement .........................
"They're pretty calm.", Sig murmured quietly as they peeked through the brush at the Metal Heads. "They must not even know that they have been detected.
Sig, Jak, and Torn had been searching for the group for hours. They found them near a small stream, resting and completely unaware of the elves' presence.
"We should be back by dinner," Torn whispered. "Split up and move forward with the plan."
"What will we do as a signal to begin?", Jak asked.
"I'll fire the first shot.", Sig replied.
Without another word, the three split up to surround the unsuspecting creatures. Jak could feel the adrenalin level rise up. Every cell in his body began to quake and the thought of fighting, releasing the shame and frustration he had been feeling for the past few hours. How could he have done that of all things in front of Torn?!
Some of the smaller, scorpion-like monsters were darting just feet away from him but none of them noticed him and he decided to leave them alone as not to start a commotion and draw attention to himself. He smirked as one passed just inches from his foot and hustled past without a second thought.
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Sig wrapped his finger around the trigger of his peacemaker. Crouching down low, he aimed the weapon at one of the larger Metal Heads. A sudden pain rushed through his ankle, making him squeeze the trigger and shoot an uncharged bullet. It missed its target! Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jak and Torn rush forward into battle.
Why couldn't he move? Another surge of pain shot through his ankle and, this time, he cried out loud. But his scream couldn't be heard over the noise from the fight, just feet away.
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"Where's Sig?", Jak yelled over to his comrade. Torn glanced over at him momentarily but didn't answer. The blond stepped backwards until his back brushed up against the leaves that he had seen Sig hide himself in.
"I'll watch your back!", Torn nodded back to him. Jak dropped his gun to his side and searched through the brush.
"Jak.", a voice hissed. "Jak, here." Sig was lying on the ground, five small metal heads crawling over his chest. The pushed their long stingers into his flesh and Sig hissed in pain, not able to cry out any longer.
"No!", Jak kicked them away from the other man and shot them each individually. A small trail of blood escaped from Sig's mouth and traveled down his neck onto his collar bone. His torso was punctured in various spots, blood staining his armor.
Sig opened his mouth to speak but immediately began to choke on the blood that had built up. Jak turned him onto his side so the substance had somewhere to go and would allow him to breathe again. As he removed his hands from his friend's shoulders, he noticed that they were a crimson red color.
Jak closed his eyes. Why do people have to keep getting hurt? Why can't everyone just live in peace? Why won't the Metal Heads just leave?! Jak threw his hands up, over his forehead, and bent over in pain. Electric shocks shot around his body and into the surrounding trees, darkening them until even the leaves turned an ugly shade of brown.
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Torn kicked a Metal Head back and shot another between the eyes. He turned around just in time to see the purple eco surge through the tree limbs until they began to fall apart. A flash of white and purple sailed through the brush into the clearing.
Dark Jak!
Torn dived out of the way as Jak ran past, nails outstretched, ready to dig into the first thing they came in contact with. He didn't even seem to notice the tattooed elf as he blazed by.
Torn watched in wonder as the dark being ripped through Metal Head after Metal Head as if they were made of paper. What caused this? He crawled into the bushes and saw his answer.
"Sig!", he grabbed the taller elf around the waist and hoisted him up. Blood poured freely from the wounds and the Krimzon Guard commander flinched as he half carried, half dragged him back to the air train. He knew it wasn't a good idea to move him, but he had too otherwise he would be eaten.
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Jak moved gracefully from one area of the clearing to the next, blood spraying around him and staining his pale skin. Though he moved quickly, he made sure not completely kill them. He wanted them to die slow, painful deaths, just like they had left so many before this only to devour them later.
He swung his fist into one of the creature's chests and yanked his hand free from the ribs, heart in hand. Tossing the organ aside, he continued his killing spree mercilessly.
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Torn lied Sig down on the air train's bench. He scanned the wounds and decided he would be okay as long as they got back to the city soon. After seeing how fast Jak had attacked the Metal Heads, he didn't think it would take long at all.
"You've," Sig coughed and spit a small chunk of blood from his mouth. "Got to go get..."
"I'm all ready on it.", Torn interrupted him. "You get some rest. I don't want to have to be the one to explain your death to the city."
Sig smiled to himself as the other man left. He had a pretty good idea of how the two other elves felt about each other and maybe his getting hurt, would bring good...if Jak didn't kill them both before then.
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"Jak!", Torn yelled as he got closer to the clearing. He could hear the tormented cries as Metal Heads were dismembered. It was so bad that there were organs and limbs thrown about the area everywhere. He wrinkled his nose at the site of the gory mess but continued until he ran right onto the battlefield. Jak's back was turned to him, a large Metal Head struggling underneath him to live.
"Jak!", Torn called out again. "That's enough!"
The eco influenced elf turned slowly and starred at the taller man. Torn figured he was going to calm down but was surprised when Dark Jak bared his white teeth at him. He barely had enough time to gasp before 'it' ran towards him, a new victim in mind.
Pulling his curved blade from its sheath on his back, Torn twisted while stepping out of the way. Jak ran right past him, skidded to a stop, crouched down, and leaped back at the older man.
"Shit!", Torn hissed as he was pinned up against a tree trunk. Dark Jak forced his body up against his, crushing and searing him with small sparks of electricity. The commander jumped as high as he could and stabbed his knife above his head into the wood. Holding onto the hilt, he swung over Jak's head and landed behind him.
Dark Jak turned violently and knocked Torn over. He dived at him but the tattooed elf put his legs up, grabbed onto his arms and flipped him onto his back. Pinning his arms down, Torn forced his knee into Jak's gut. The creature below him howled in pain and struggled before releasing more electric shocks into Torn's arms. The older man pulled away and brought his arms into his chest. The blond took this chance to knock him off. Torn landed with a 'thud' and Jak quickly crawled on top of him, nails digging into his bruised skin.
Torn shut his eyes tightly, expecting a blow. When it didn't come, he reluctantly re-opened his eyes. Jak was leaning over him, face inches away from his own. He could feel his hot breath wash over his face and neck. Torn shivered. Was it possible that Jak might be gaining control again? Carefully, the red haired elf cupped Jak's chin and face in his hand.
Dark Jak yanked back but Torn held on tightly, almost hurting him. Pulling him closer, Torn brushed his lips gently over Jak's chin. Now the dark creature jumped away. Torn stood slowly, keeping his hands down as not to provoke him any further. Jak's features looked angry for a moment and then scared.
Dark Jak screamed and began to tremble uncontrollably. A flash of purple light surrounded Jak and he slowly began to change back. Staggering a bit, the tired and bloody elf fell forward onto the cold and moist ground.
Torn jumped up and ran to his fallen friend. Raising his head up, he cradled the blonde for a moment before lifting him completely.
"Torn?", Jak starred up at him. He didn't answer him, but instead, carried him over to the small stream. "I'm so sorry. I know I hurt you. I should have been able to control him better."
Setting him down in the cool water, Torn put a hand on his back to support him. "Clean up."
Jak sighed as the water cleaned his skin. Slowly he bent down and washed his mouth out. The taste of blood and death made him gag and vomit into the water beside him and, thankfully, the current took away quickly. The flakes of dried blood on his arms and hands were instantly washed away as the water made contact with them.
Torn stayed quiet, which Jak was thankful for. The two walked back to the air train. Jak leaned against Torn, his arm around the taller man's neck for support. Torn looked down at the blond. Didn't he remember?
As they walked up the ramp that led inside the transport, Jak looked over at Torn warily. "Is he going to be okay?"
Torn nodded in response. "He's fine but he needs a doctor." The air train's door closed and the vehicle lifted up into the air. The trip home was silent as Sig slept and the other two sat in deep thought.
Jak surveyed the view outside the back window and when he was sure that Torn wasn't looking, he touched his chin, a confused and unsure look on his face. Did it really happen?
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End of Chappy 3! Bwahahahahaha! Now you see what I mean, Eva! I stole your Jak/Torn fight scene! I just thought it was a cute idea...a bit violent but cute. Don't hit me! *cowers* Anyways...chappy four is probably going to be the last part in the "Hunt for the Heart" series...so...yeah... R&R! I wanna know what you think. Also, I'm sorry if it got confusing as to who was doing what. It wasn't easy because...well...they're both guys...*giggles like a little school girl*
Woohoo! Chapter three! *sings* I rock! I rock! Yeah! Go me! *stops singing and coughs* No one saw that. Oh yeah...*evil laughter* Thanks for the idea for one of the scenes in this chappy, Eva Kasumi. You'll see what I mean if you read. Bwahahahahaha!
Warnings: yaoi, violence, and I don't remember if there is language *cough*
Disclaimer: I want to own them so if they're for sale *nudges Naughty Dog and suddenly realizes where they got the idea for the name "Naughty" Ottsel* O_O" Anywaaaaaaaaaays....don't sue me! I know your secrets now O_o
Hunt for the Heart: Bloody Engagement .........................
"They're pretty calm.", Sig murmured quietly as they peeked through the brush at the Metal Heads. "They must not even know that they have been detected.
Sig, Jak, and Torn had been searching for the group for hours. They found them near a small stream, resting and completely unaware of the elves' presence.
"We should be back by dinner," Torn whispered. "Split up and move forward with the plan."
"What will we do as a signal to begin?", Jak asked.
"I'll fire the first shot.", Sig replied.
Without another word, the three split up to surround the unsuspecting creatures. Jak could feel the adrenalin level rise up. Every cell in his body began to quake and the thought of fighting, releasing the shame and frustration he had been feeling for the past few hours. How could he have done that of all things in front of Torn?!
Some of the smaller, scorpion-like monsters were darting just feet away from him but none of them noticed him and he decided to leave them alone as not to start a commotion and draw attention to himself. He smirked as one passed just inches from his foot and hustled past without a second thought.
...............................
Sig wrapped his finger around the trigger of his peacemaker. Crouching down low, he aimed the weapon at one of the larger Metal Heads. A sudden pain rushed through his ankle, making him squeeze the trigger and shoot an uncharged bullet. It missed its target! Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jak and Torn rush forward into battle.
Why couldn't he move? Another surge of pain shot through his ankle and, this time, he cried out loud. But his scream couldn't be heard over the noise from the fight, just feet away.
..........................................
"Where's Sig?", Jak yelled over to his comrade. Torn glanced over at him momentarily but didn't answer. The blond stepped backwards until his back brushed up against the leaves that he had seen Sig hide himself in.
"I'll watch your back!", Torn nodded back to him. Jak dropped his gun to his side and searched through the brush.
"Jak.", a voice hissed. "Jak, here." Sig was lying on the ground, five small metal heads crawling over his chest. The pushed their long stingers into his flesh and Sig hissed in pain, not able to cry out any longer.
"No!", Jak kicked them away from the other man and shot them each individually. A small trail of blood escaped from Sig's mouth and traveled down his neck onto his collar bone. His torso was punctured in various spots, blood staining his armor.
Sig opened his mouth to speak but immediately began to choke on the blood that had built up. Jak turned him onto his side so the substance had somewhere to go and would allow him to breathe again. As he removed his hands from his friend's shoulders, he noticed that they were a crimson red color.
Jak closed his eyes. Why do people have to keep getting hurt? Why can't everyone just live in peace? Why won't the Metal Heads just leave?! Jak threw his hands up, over his forehead, and bent over in pain. Electric shocks shot around his body and into the surrounding trees, darkening them until even the leaves turned an ugly shade of brown.
..........................................
Torn kicked a Metal Head back and shot another between the eyes. He turned around just in time to see the purple eco surge through the tree limbs until they began to fall apart. A flash of white and purple sailed through the brush into the clearing.
Dark Jak!
Torn dived out of the way as Jak ran past, nails outstretched, ready to dig into the first thing they came in contact with. He didn't even seem to notice the tattooed elf as he blazed by.
Torn watched in wonder as the dark being ripped through Metal Head after Metal Head as if they were made of paper. What caused this? He crawled into the bushes and saw his answer.
"Sig!", he grabbed the taller elf around the waist and hoisted him up. Blood poured freely from the wounds and the Krimzon Guard commander flinched as he half carried, half dragged him back to the air train. He knew it wasn't a good idea to move him, but he had too otherwise he would be eaten.
..............................................
Jak moved gracefully from one area of the clearing to the next, blood spraying around him and staining his pale skin. Though he moved quickly, he made sure not completely kill them. He wanted them to die slow, painful deaths, just like they had left so many before this only to devour them later.
He swung his fist into one of the creature's chests and yanked his hand free from the ribs, heart in hand. Tossing the organ aside, he continued his killing spree mercilessly.
...............................................
Torn lied Sig down on the air train's bench. He scanned the wounds and decided he would be okay as long as they got back to the city soon. After seeing how fast Jak had attacked the Metal Heads, he didn't think it would take long at all.
"You've," Sig coughed and spit a small chunk of blood from his mouth. "Got to go get..."
"I'm all ready on it.", Torn interrupted him. "You get some rest. I don't want to have to be the one to explain your death to the city."
Sig smiled to himself as the other man left. He had a pretty good idea of how the two other elves felt about each other and maybe his getting hurt, would bring good...if Jak didn't kill them both before then.
................................................
"Jak!", Torn yelled as he got closer to the clearing. He could hear the tormented cries as Metal Heads were dismembered. It was so bad that there were organs and limbs thrown about the area everywhere. He wrinkled his nose at the site of the gory mess but continued until he ran right onto the battlefield. Jak's back was turned to him, a large Metal Head struggling underneath him to live.
"Jak!", Torn called out again. "That's enough!"
The eco influenced elf turned slowly and starred at the taller man. Torn figured he was going to calm down but was surprised when Dark Jak bared his white teeth at him. He barely had enough time to gasp before 'it' ran towards him, a new victim in mind.
Pulling his curved blade from its sheath on his back, Torn twisted while stepping out of the way. Jak ran right past him, skidded to a stop, crouched down, and leaped back at the older man.
"Shit!", Torn hissed as he was pinned up against a tree trunk. Dark Jak forced his body up against his, crushing and searing him with small sparks of electricity. The commander jumped as high as he could and stabbed his knife above his head into the wood. Holding onto the hilt, he swung over Jak's head and landed behind him.
Dark Jak turned violently and knocked Torn over. He dived at him but the tattooed elf put his legs up, grabbed onto his arms and flipped him onto his back. Pinning his arms down, Torn forced his knee into Jak's gut. The creature below him howled in pain and struggled before releasing more electric shocks into Torn's arms. The older man pulled away and brought his arms into his chest. The blond took this chance to knock him off. Torn landed with a 'thud' and Jak quickly crawled on top of him, nails digging into his bruised skin.
Torn shut his eyes tightly, expecting a blow. When it didn't come, he reluctantly re-opened his eyes. Jak was leaning over him, face inches away from his own. He could feel his hot breath wash over his face and neck. Torn shivered. Was it possible that Jak might be gaining control again? Carefully, the red haired elf cupped Jak's chin and face in his hand.
Dark Jak yanked back but Torn held on tightly, almost hurting him. Pulling him closer, Torn brushed his lips gently over Jak's chin. Now the dark creature jumped away. Torn stood slowly, keeping his hands down as not to provoke him any further. Jak's features looked angry for a moment and then scared.
Dark Jak screamed and began to tremble uncontrollably. A flash of purple light surrounded Jak and he slowly began to change back. Staggering a bit, the tired and bloody elf fell forward onto the cold and moist ground.
Torn jumped up and ran to his fallen friend. Raising his head up, he cradled the blonde for a moment before lifting him completely.
"Torn?", Jak starred up at him. He didn't answer him, but instead, carried him over to the small stream. "I'm so sorry. I know I hurt you. I should have been able to control him better."
Setting him down in the cool water, Torn put a hand on his back to support him. "Clean up."
Jak sighed as the water cleaned his skin. Slowly he bent down and washed his mouth out. The taste of blood and death made him gag and vomit into the water beside him and, thankfully, the current took away quickly. The flakes of dried blood on his arms and hands were instantly washed away as the water made contact with them.
Torn stayed quiet, which Jak was thankful for. The two walked back to the air train. Jak leaned against Torn, his arm around the taller man's neck for support. Torn looked down at the blond. Didn't he remember?
As they walked up the ramp that led inside the transport, Jak looked over at Torn warily. "Is he going to be okay?"
Torn nodded in response. "He's fine but he needs a doctor." The air train's door closed and the vehicle lifted up into the air. The trip home was silent as Sig slept and the other two sat in deep thought.
Jak surveyed the view outside the back window and when he was sure that Torn wasn't looking, he touched his chin, a confused and unsure look on his face. Did it really happen?
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End of Chappy 3! Bwahahahahaha! Now you see what I mean, Eva! I stole your Jak/Torn fight scene! I just thought it was a cute idea...a bit violent but cute. Don't hit me! *cowers* Anyways...chappy four is probably going to be the last part in the "Hunt for the Heart" series...so...yeah... R&R! I wanna know what you think. Also, I'm sorry if it got confusing as to who was doing what. It wasn't easy because...well...they're both guys...*giggles like a little school girl*