No, contrary to popular belief, I didn't die. I just...um...got addicted to art
sites? Yeah, I think that's the reason. Way to blame it on something other
than myself. ;; Hehheh. Ok, onto to lovely, lovely people who review. Yay
you!
S.I.C: Yes, they are quite addictin', huh? o.O; I'm blaming the lateness of this chapter(it took me a month and then some, yeesh!) on FC and DeviantArt. Too darn addictive.
Krin: Wordlets? Like Mooselets? I think this chapter has it in there...I really don't remember! I typed this yesterday...wow, memory span of a goldfish, right here.
Eva Kasumi: Yes, grammar is not my strong point. I'd love for you to beta the next chapter...but first I have to retype it in, and get back from vacation! Thanks for the tips, though. Tips make writing better, so I love getting 'em! :) Oh, and yes, I'm addicted to personification when I write...which is sometimes not a good thing, hehheh.
FanFicAddictGabriel3: Here's your Jak and Dax! I guess with Jak and Daxter fanfiction, you gotta squeeze 'em in somewhere.
Everyone Else™: Thank you for reviewing, I love hearing from you guys, really do. =3
Um....ok, about this chapter. It's...choppy. And different. I don't know if I really like it that much, and sorry, the plot doesn't advance much. I edited the heck out of this(I don't think a single sentence is in its original form!) so forgive me if it's not good. Hehheh.
The words pounded in his mind repeatedly. The shield walls were down... He took another breath, a nasty realization taking a few seconds to sink in. When it did, it wasn't a nice feeling.
"N-no..." he whispered, staring at the red light, and it glaring back at him. "NO!" he shouted aloud, and rushed over to his precious computers. But for once, it wasn't the machinery he was worried about. It was himself. Or more, the entire city. His eyes flew across the shimmering screens, symbols still spinning about lazily, as usual. It all seemed normal, untouched...except the light said differently. And it couldn't be wrong—after all, Vin had installed it himself.
As he was about to try to see if maybe, hopefully, it was just a fluke, he saw out of the corner of his eye, a very unwelcome sight. In the computer next to the warp gate, it seemed like a few odd sparks would fly up every few seconds. He was across the room in heartbeat, staring down at the wreckage below him. One of the many screens in his laboratory had a large hole in the glass surface, as though punctured sharply. It had gone dead, but a mess of wires poked up from the dark hole, sparking and fizzling. The only thing on his mind, as he stared blankly at the dead machine, was sabotage. A bit of an outrageous thought, but staying calm in situations wasn't always his strong point. But then again, who would do this? Who could do this?
"How could this happen?!" he said aloud, gripping the counter as though dizzy. "No one knows the code but me! Me and...Jak..." he said slowly. His mind jumped to conclusions again, as it sometimes would. Did Jak do it? Was Jak trying to kill him, like everyone else? Was the Underground— he stopped, saner part of his mind taking charge. No. Jak was on his side, and he'd obviously have to motive to...besides, he trusted Jak. Maybe not Daxter, at least not near any of his equiptment. Jak was on an errand to some Weapons Factory or something anyway. He wouldn't have had any time to wreak havoc on his little laboratory.
"The who—"he began to ask the empty, but another sudden realization hit him hard, so much that he felt foolish for not realizing it before. Of course. Kor. It had to have been Kor. The old man was the only one other than Jak and Daxter who had known the entrance code to the lab...but one thing still puzzled him. Why? He looked frantically at the damaged computer. That hole could have been made using something really sturdy...like a metal bar, or a pole... but he didn't think of that for long, because of the still greater question of how the frail-looking old man could have possibly summoned enough strength it must have taken the break the thick glass...but he chose not to dwell on that either. He knew what to do now. He had to call Jak.
It was near mid-day, and the shadows cast by the overlooking buildings were beginning to wane. One of the Grunts growled as it saw its paw was visible in the sunlight. It drew the limb back into the safety of darkness. They knew of the gun-weilding humans, the ones that wore the bright colors. If they were spotted, they had learned from the past that the men had the blasting yellow darts, that could easily shoot them down.
The other Grunt's beady eyes noticed a most welcome sight. Another scorpion- esque metal head was scuttling along the streets in broad daylight, sending Havenites scattering like chickens at the sight of the small, venomous monster. It locked its sights on a man who was a little slower than the rest, and its glowing slits narrowed. Curved tail raised, it ran forward, and struck the poisonous barb into the man's back. He stopped running, choked, and stumbled. As the Stinger came in for another attack, it was stopped by a flash of vibrant red light. A bulky Krimzon Guard ran up, kicked the dead creature aside in disgust,and grabbed the wounded man roughly by the arm.
"Get into a safe facility, now!" barked the guard, before shoving him away. The citizen nodded feebly, before running off. The Grunt chuckled, as much as a metal head can chuckle, anyway. So it was true, Haven City was overrun, and the pair could now attack. Without giving it a second thought, the partners dashed out of the shadows, flicking their metallic tails around like whips. The smaller of the two, remembering seeing that metal trap, growled a primitive message to the other.
It lifted its metal-plated head to the grayish sky, let loose a bloodchilling howl. The other joined in, and the joint cry could be heard far and wide, across the entire city, maybe, as a statement to all who didn't know—the city was the Hora Quan's now. One lowed its fearsome head, skull gem glinting in the sunlight. The two charged through people, up the slanted walkway, not even bothering to maim the terrified Haven livers they passed. As they reached the reinforced door to the laboratory, one of the metal heads took a step forward, hulking upper body heaving with long, eager breaths. Lowering its head to the door, it leaned back, and slammed its cranium on the steel.
On the far side of Haven, far away from the metal head's activities, a young man stepped out of a greasy-looking pub. Above the small entranceway was a fluorescent sign, an irritating shade of hot pink. The boy didn't look behind him at the deteriorating building as he stepped out, but kept walking, slowly, as to blend in.
This place wasn't the slums, but was just as dirty, the water just as oily and polluted. He still payed no attention to any of the grimy details of the city section he passed through, doing his hardest to fit in. Though he stuck out, as much as he tried Other than his exotic-looking hair color, on his shoulder perched a small, furry mammal, and he was the only one in the city who had one of these, to say the least. At the moment, the rodent was being loud, as usual. It intrigued most that Daxter could speak fluently like any other human. In truth, though the ottsel didn't often share his past, he had once been "any other human". But he had resigned to being short and fuzzy for the last two years, and so...hardly...ever complained about it. Besides, there were many more things he could complain about.
"Ja-ak!" I'm tired, let's go back to the hide-out. My angel cheeks needs to dress her valiant hero's war wounds," said the tiny creature, grinning widely. Jak rolled his eyes lightly at his friend, choosing not to respond. Of course, Daxter would be tired. He had spent his morning knocking out guards, jumping across chasms of poisonous ooze, and shooting nightmarish creatures. Not. Daxter, had, as usual, spent his morning shouting in Jak's ear to shoot this and that.
"Jak, are you ignoring—"the ottsel began to accuse, when a quick beeping noise interrupted him. Jak just kept walking.
"Comm's beepin'," Daxter said, stating the obvious, and poking the boy in the head with his index finger. The blonde looked down at his waist, where the communicator was clipped snugly to his waistband. He watched it flash brightly a few seconds, before snapping it off, and holding it up to his face. His grayish blue eyes flashed across the tiny orange screen, reading the number. It turned out to be a very familiar little series of Precurian digits.
"Who is it?" asked the fuzzball curiously, leaning over to see for himself.
"Vin." Jak answered, slightly surprised.
Hahaha. Yes it's short. And after all that waiting, too, aren't I just positively evil? ;P
The evil mistress loves reviews, so please do. Oh, and if I made any grammatical or spelling mistakes, please tell me. I really like to know these things... Oh, and yes, I changed something. The communicator's handheld now, not a floating...tv-thing. I would feel like I'd have to explain how that worked, and I didn't feel like it! Besides, I like to try and make the world of elves and mystical glowing power sources as realistic as possible. ;3
Thanks for reading. I'll update MUCH faster next time, I swear to Mar. Now I'm going to sleep, it's midnight. I stayed up just to type this in before I go on vacation tomorrow morning, now don't you all feel special?
S.I.C: Yes, they are quite addictin', huh? o.O; I'm blaming the lateness of this chapter(it took me a month and then some, yeesh!) on FC and DeviantArt. Too darn addictive.
Krin: Wordlets? Like Mooselets? I think this chapter has it in there...I really don't remember! I typed this yesterday...wow, memory span of a goldfish, right here.
Eva Kasumi: Yes, grammar is not my strong point. I'd love for you to beta the next chapter...but first I have to retype it in, and get back from vacation! Thanks for the tips, though. Tips make writing better, so I love getting 'em! :) Oh, and yes, I'm addicted to personification when I write...which is sometimes not a good thing, hehheh.
FanFicAddictGabriel3: Here's your Jak and Dax! I guess with Jak and Daxter fanfiction, you gotta squeeze 'em in somewhere.
Everyone Else™: Thank you for reviewing, I love hearing from you guys, really do. =3
Um....ok, about this chapter. It's...choppy. And different. I don't know if I really like it that much, and sorry, the plot doesn't advance much. I edited the heck out of this(I don't think a single sentence is in its original form!) so forgive me if it's not good. Hehheh.
The words pounded in his mind repeatedly. The shield walls were down... He took another breath, a nasty realization taking a few seconds to sink in. When it did, it wasn't a nice feeling.
"N-no..." he whispered, staring at the red light, and it glaring back at him. "NO!" he shouted aloud, and rushed over to his precious computers. But for once, it wasn't the machinery he was worried about. It was himself. Or more, the entire city. His eyes flew across the shimmering screens, symbols still spinning about lazily, as usual. It all seemed normal, untouched...except the light said differently. And it couldn't be wrong—after all, Vin had installed it himself.
As he was about to try to see if maybe, hopefully, it was just a fluke, he saw out of the corner of his eye, a very unwelcome sight. In the computer next to the warp gate, it seemed like a few odd sparks would fly up every few seconds. He was across the room in heartbeat, staring down at the wreckage below him. One of the many screens in his laboratory had a large hole in the glass surface, as though punctured sharply. It had gone dead, but a mess of wires poked up from the dark hole, sparking and fizzling. The only thing on his mind, as he stared blankly at the dead machine, was sabotage. A bit of an outrageous thought, but staying calm in situations wasn't always his strong point. But then again, who would do this? Who could do this?
"How could this happen?!" he said aloud, gripping the counter as though dizzy. "No one knows the code but me! Me and...Jak..." he said slowly. His mind jumped to conclusions again, as it sometimes would. Did Jak do it? Was Jak trying to kill him, like everyone else? Was the Underground— he stopped, saner part of his mind taking charge. No. Jak was on his side, and he'd obviously have to motive to...besides, he trusted Jak. Maybe not Daxter, at least not near any of his equiptment. Jak was on an errand to some Weapons Factory or something anyway. He wouldn't have had any time to wreak havoc on his little laboratory.
"The who—"he began to ask the empty, but another sudden realization hit him hard, so much that he felt foolish for not realizing it before. Of course. Kor. It had to have been Kor. The old man was the only one other than Jak and Daxter who had known the entrance code to the lab...but one thing still puzzled him. Why? He looked frantically at the damaged computer. That hole could have been made using something really sturdy...like a metal bar, or a pole... but he didn't think of that for long, because of the still greater question of how the frail-looking old man could have possibly summoned enough strength it must have taken the break the thick glass...but he chose not to dwell on that either. He knew what to do now. He had to call Jak.
It was near mid-day, and the shadows cast by the overlooking buildings were beginning to wane. One of the Grunts growled as it saw its paw was visible in the sunlight. It drew the limb back into the safety of darkness. They knew of the gun-weilding humans, the ones that wore the bright colors. If they were spotted, they had learned from the past that the men had the blasting yellow darts, that could easily shoot them down.
The other Grunt's beady eyes noticed a most welcome sight. Another scorpion- esque metal head was scuttling along the streets in broad daylight, sending Havenites scattering like chickens at the sight of the small, venomous monster. It locked its sights on a man who was a little slower than the rest, and its glowing slits narrowed. Curved tail raised, it ran forward, and struck the poisonous barb into the man's back. He stopped running, choked, and stumbled. As the Stinger came in for another attack, it was stopped by a flash of vibrant red light. A bulky Krimzon Guard ran up, kicked the dead creature aside in disgust,and grabbed the wounded man roughly by the arm.
"Get into a safe facility, now!" barked the guard, before shoving him away. The citizen nodded feebly, before running off. The Grunt chuckled, as much as a metal head can chuckle, anyway. So it was true, Haven City was overrun, and the pair could now attack. Without giving it a second thought, the partners dashed out of the shadows, flicking their metallic tails around like whips. The smaller of the two, remembering seeing that metal trap, growled a primitive message to the other.
It lifted its metal-plated head to the grayish sky, let loose a bloodchilling howl. The other joined in, and the joint cry could be heard far and wide, across the entire city, maybe, as a statement to all who didn't know—the city was the Hora Quan's now. One lowed its fearsome head, skull gem glinting in the sunlight. The two charged through people, up the slanted walkway, not even bothering to maim the terrified Haven livers they passed. As they reached the reinforced door to the laboratory, one of the metal heads took a step forward, hulking upper body heaving with long, eager breaths. Lowering its head to the door, it leaned back, and slammed its cranium on the steel.
On the far side of Haven, far away from the metal head's activities, a young man stepped out of a greasy-looking pub. Above the small entranceway was a fluorescent sign, an irritating shade of hot pink. The boy didn't look behind him at the deteriorating building as he stepped out, but kept walking, slowly, as to blend in.
This place wasn't the slums, but was just as dirty, the water just as oily and polluted. He still payed no attention to any of the grimy details of the city section he passed through, doing his hardest to fit in. Though he stuck out, as much as he tried Other than his exotic-looking hair color, on his shoulder perched a small, furry mammal, and he was the only one in the city who had one of these, to say the least. At the moment, the rodent was being loud, as usual. It intrigued most that Daxter could speak fluently like any other human. In truth, though the ottsel didn't often share his past, he had once been "any other human". But he had resigned to being short and fuzzy for the last two years, and so...hardly...ever complained about it. Besides, there were many more things he could complain about.
"Ja-ak!" I'm tired, let's go back to the hide-out. My angel cheeks needs to dress her valiant hero's war wounds," said the tiny creature, grinning widely. Jak rolled his eyes lightly at his friend, choosing not to respond. Of course, Daxter would be tired. He had spent his morning knocking out guards, jumping across chasms of poisonous ooze, and shooting nightmarish creatures. Not. Daxter, had, as usual, spent his morning shouting in Jak's ear to shoot this and that.
"Jak, are you ignoring—"the ottsel began to accuse, when a quick beeping noise interrupted him. Jak just kept walking.
"Comm's beepin'," Daxter said, stating the obvious, and poking the boy in the head with his index finger. The blonde looked down at his waist, where the communicator was clipped snugly to his waistband. He watched it flash brightly a few seconds, before snapping it off, and holding it up to his face. His grayish blue eyes flashed across the tiny orange screen, reading the number. It turned out to be a very familiar little series of Precurian digits.
"Who is it?" asked the fuzzball curiously, leaning over to see for himself.
"Vin." Jak answered, slightly surprised.
Hahaha. Yes it's short. And after all that waiting, too, aren't I just positively evil? ;P
The evil mistress loves reviews, so please do. Oh, and if I made any grammatical or spelling mistakes, please tell me. I really like to know these things... Oh, and yes, I changed something. The communicator's handheld now, not a floating...tv-thing. I would feel like I'd have to explain how that worked, and I didn't feel like it! Besides, I like to try and make the world of elves and mystical glowing power sources as realistic as possible. ;3
Thanks for reading. I'll update MUCH faster next time, I swear to Mar. Now I'm going to sleep, it's midnight. I stayed up just to type this in before I go on vacation tomorrow morning, now don't you all feel special?