Jak woke up again. This time he saw more than the doctor in the room. He saw the man called Horak and another man dressed in black with dark red hair. A few others he couldn't be bother to note. He felt pressure on his wrists and ankles being released. He realized his binds were gone. He tried to move but he felt sluggish.
The men dragged him off the metallic chair and out of the room. Jak felt so weak even he knew he had the strength the drugs were slowing his progress down dramatically. He could hardly move and the men had to drag him through tunnels then through a secret exit. He was dumped into an airship. As his captors piled in and the airship started to rise, he had a feeling that who ever was suppose to be avenged on didn't die and he was going to suffer all over again.
This realization washed over Jak like icy water. He didn't want to suffer again. He wanted to kill who ever was doing this to him as well as complete his vengeance on the Baron. Darkness surrounded him once more as his body suddenly went into unconsciousness.
Daxter was happy. Colson was recovering from his sickness. Finally the body was flushing out the venom. Daxter had been by the boy's side since day one of this sickness. His guilt and loyalty had kept him there everyday. Despite the self-destructive nature he undergone he always sat by Colson. Daxter didn't know why he felt so loyal to Colson. Maybe because Colson saved him from Oakan's oppression or maybe Colson was innocent as Jak was. He reminded him so much like Jak and felt a sense of failure if he wasn't there for Colson.
Colson flickered his eyes open for the first time in weeks. The first thing he saw was an orange blur. As his vision corrected he recognized it to be Daxter.
"Hey, sleeping beauty" Daxter said lightly
"Hey" Colson tried to speak but found a tube in his throat
"Yeah, there's a tube in your throat" Daxter stated the obvious as he noticed Colson's attempt to speak, "I'm glad your ok" Daxter smiled in relief
Colson held a confused look. Daxter read it, as he understood little of his condition.
"The bullet the old Krimzon bastard shot you with contained venom. We though we almost lost you. I'm glad your pulling through ok" Daxter offered his explanation and comfort
Colson nodded slightly as his eyes began to flicker close.
"Goodnight" Daxter murmured even though it was the middle of the day
Once Colson was sound asleep Daxter returned to the boss's office for another mission.
Daxter's head felt groggy. Last he remember was leaving the hideout. He heard some noises from outside and decided to investigate. He knew the city was on high alert but curiosity got the better of him and the two Samos were too busy arguing. One angry Samos for Daxter was enough.
He now cursed himself that he wondered away. He opened his eyes and waited for the blurriness to leave. Once he could see he realized that he was in a cage and that he was in a dark room. The only light was from a light from one side of the wall.
He felt someone was close by. He looked towards his left and saw a hated enemy.
"Erol?" Daxter gasped
The twisted human looked down at the Ottsel with a glint in his eye. Then looked ahead. Daxter followed the gesture wondering what caught his attention.
"About time you got the goods. I was worried you'll backed out of the deal" a familiar voice sneered
Daxter gasped as he saw his old boss. Spran. He still looked the plump, beady eyed, bald man that he left behind. He had been wearing the pinstripe one-piece suit that he always wore.
Erol snorted, "Such little faith. I never back out of a deal, especially when there is a little fun to be had"
Daxter couldn't help but growl.
"You brought your end of the deal?" Erol asked
"Of course" the man smiled
Daxter gasped as cold fear washed over him. It was Jak. Daxter felt he hadn't seen Jak for a long while. It scared him to see him so limp. It reminded him how was Jak was when he went to rescue him from prison. What have they done to him? Daxter didn't want to know.
"But first I would like to see if you have the right rodent" the boss man sniffed
Erol opened the cage and grabbed Daxter around the chest and showed the boss man. Daxter put up a struggle but it was futile. The boss man's beady eyes squinted. A crooked smile appeared and he nodded. Erol put Daxter back in and Daxter rubbed his sore chest.
"Before we trade I want to asked a few questions of this rodent" Spran said
"No. A deal was a deal! You can do that when you have him," Erol growled
Spran looked straight at Daxter, "I need to force the rodent to speak with me. After all Jak here is his friend"
Daxter gulped. He didn't like this one bit. Neither did Erol... for different reasons.
"That's your problem! I will not-" Erol was cut off but Spran's men pointing guns at him
"Take him away and I wont hesitate to kill you" Spran threatened, "I just need to interrogate the rat for a moment then you may have your Dark Eco man"
Erol growled. He liked when he played dirty but not when others played dirty on him. Moaning came from the other side. Then it hit Daxter. He was the 'rat' Spran wanted. The rearranged deal he over heard Spran and Erol argue about while he was planning to help Torn out of the fortress. He sort of knew all along but this just proves that Spran all along wanted him.
This wasn't going to be pretty.
Daxter's revelations left as soon as he saw Jak was coming around. His best friend was in a kneeling position in between two of Sparn's henchmen. Jak opened his eyes and when he finally focused he found he was staring straight at Daxter.
"Daaaxx?" he murmured
"It's ok Jak" Daxter tried to reassure his friend
"Now, Daxter" Spran's voice became a cold tone interrupting the reassurance talk, "Tell me where is it?"
"You gonna have to be more specific, wart-head, because I don't know what your talking about" Daxter drawled
"Fine. I'll get to the point!" Spran growled, "Where is the Dreekle Necklace?"
"The what?" Daxter blinked in surprise
"Yes, rodent. Where is it? It is gone and some how it disappeared just as you did," Spran growled
"I don't have it!" Daxter cried. The Dreekle Necklace was the first thing he stole for T.I.D.A.M. Well Colson more likely did but he helped out. Curiosity decides to step in at that point.
"Why is it so important to you?"
"I ask the questions!" Spran spat, "Where is it?"
"Like I told you, baldy, I don't have it!" Daxter snarled
"If you want to play like this I'm sure your friend would like to join in" Spran smirked
He raised Jak's gun.
"This gun is impressive, by all means. Morph guns are hard to come by these days" Spran commented as he switched it to Blaster mode.
He pointed it at Jak's limp body. Jak merely turned to register the gun. Jak's mind was in over drive. He could out muscle these guys anytime but his body was too slow to comply. He could barely move or even stand for that matter. His muscles felt too relaxed.
"Last time. Where is the Dreekle Necklace?" Spran spat
Daxter gulped. He knew the boss man wouldn't hesitate to shoot Jak. Even if he was suppose to be presented in a deal.
"One shot in his body and the deal is off!" Erol growled. He wanted his victims fresh.
"You have no say in this any more!" Spran spat at him, "So shut up"
Rage twisted Erol's face. Lucky he told the guards outside the room if he didn't come out in the allotted time they'd come in and take action. All he had to is wait.
"Times up" Spran said coldly
Instead of pulling the trigger, as Daxter would of predicted, Spran hit Jak in the face with the butt end of the gun. Jak made a low grunt and felt sharp pain in his cheek and in his nose. Daxter saw Jak's nose trickle dark red-purply substance.
"Now I'll say again. Where is the Dreekle Necklace?" Spran asked in a quiet cold tone
Daxter's mind was racing. More he waited out the more Jak copped a blow. He needed to know why the Dreekle Necklace was so important to him. Sure the boss man was very precious with it when he had it but didn't cost all that much compared to other treasures he'd received.
Spran saw Daxter didn't reply. Stubborn was the little Ottsel. He'll make him talk. Even he had to make this man a bag of broken bones. Spran turned to the limp man and slammed his foot right into Jak's stomach. Jak groaned and wheezed as the air felt was knocked out of him. Acute pain stung his stomach. He screwed his eyes shut and clutched his middle to cope with the distress.
Daxter gripped the cage bars. Anger swelled in his heart at himself and at Spran. He wanted to beat the crap out of Spran as much as Jak would like to do it to Praxis. But it was his fault Jak was suffering.
"I don't like silence. Tell me where is the necklace!" Spran spat, "I do not care if I have to beat you friend senseless. If you tell me I may even forgive you for your betrayal"
Daxter snorted, "You hold a grudge to the end"
Spran growled and stuck the butt of Jak's gun in Jak's back. Jak hissed as new pain entered from behind.
"You seem not to take me seriously. Doesn't the suffering of you friend worry you?" Spran asked
Daxter knew every pain full gasp that Jak made cut into him like a blade. Daxter had dealt with too many gangsters to show full on emotion. Daxter learned to hide it behind his sarcasm and became even spiteful. Since reunited with Jak, those barriers Daxter put up in the two years were crumbling and Daxter began to see that Jak was the only person that would really care about him. So he opened up to him but every relationship had a weakness.
"I do take you seriously but I don't have it and no matter what I say you won't be convinced," Daxter said spitefully
"That's because we know better," a voice said behind Spran
Daxter looked towards the voice and saw dark brown eyes staring back at him from the darkness. Daxter knew those eyes. They held so much innocence and determination. Or at least once had. Now they were cold and piercing. As the figure stepped forward revealing his features in the light Daxter went wide-eyed and blinked as an old memory came back.
Jak raised his head noticing the fat bald man stopped hitting him and saw another person step forward. It was then Jak realized that Daxter had deep relations with these people. Did Daxter mix with people while they were separated? If he did what in Haven City was he doing all this time? And why didn't Daxter tell him? It would save a hell of a lot of trouble for him!
"Colson?" Daxter murmured in realization as the slender man stared at the orange rodent
"It's Cyri to you" he replied in a cold tone
Daxter was caught off guard by Colson's harsh cold voice.
"How dare you betray, then take the necklace. You had taken it for your own purposes and then left me..." he trailed as pain became evident in his voice
"What? No! I had to go" Daxter tried to explained
Cyri snorted and folded his arms, "To cash the necklace for yourself? I thought you were different but you are like everyone else"
"No. I left to save Jak" Daxter's eyes met with Colson's
Jak's ears pricked up at the mention of his name.
"I left because Spran here was keeping me on false promises. He exactly knew where Jak was and that he was apart of the Dark Warrior program. If I didn't do anything..." Daxter trailed trying to correct Colson's assumptions
"Silence rodent!" Spran demanded and hit Jak again to emphasize his point. He knew if Colson believed Daxter then he would be less likely to recover the Dreekle Necklace
"Why should I believe you? Why take the necklace then?" Colson asked ignoring Spran but Colson's hard face was relaxing
"Because Spran is a bastard for doing that to me and he loved the necklace more then anything else" Daxter spat eying the boss man
Jak instantly felt a large whack on his side, which unexpectedly flung him to the cold floor. Jak groaned. That's right Daxter keep insulting him because you're not copping all the blows! Jak almost laughed. What a time to be sarcastic. I got to stop hanging around Daxter. I think his sarcasm is starting to rub off on me.
"So you do know where the necklace is?" Spran smiled
When Daxter didn't reply he raised Jak's Blaster gun and pointed at Jak's crumpled form.
"Well I guess your friend has to die" Spran said with a chuckle and squeezed the trigger
"Wait!" Daxter yelled in desperation he couldn't stand to be responsible for Jak's death, even if it wasn't by his own hand
Spran smiled as he looked at the fearful Ottsel, "The necklace?"
"Alright you win. The Dreekle Necklace is here" Daxter sighed as he gave in
Jak watched in amazement as his little Ottsel friend pulled out a silver necklace from under his goggle cap. Spran greedily smiled as he approached the cage. He opened it and reached to take the necklace. Surprising the plump man Daxter bit him on a finger then climbed out for his escape.
"Arrrgggghhh! Catch him!" Spran shouted
Before Spran's goons could go after Daxter six Krimzon Guards entered with their guns loaded and pointing at the gang members. Erol smiled victoriously as Spran growled.
"Now we play by my rules" Erol growled, "Give me Jak"
Jak growled as he saw Erol. He wanted the beat the crap out of him but he could barely stand let alone aim a punch.
"Get'em!" Spran shouted
The gang members obeyed and soon a shoot out in the small room occurred. Behind various turned over furnishings Spran's gang members shot at Erol's Krimzon Guards and vice versa.
Jak felt someone dragging him behind cover. He decided to get a look at who it was. He saw a young that was arguing with Daxter before. What was his name? Oh yeah Cyri or Colson... or something. Jak looked at him with anger. He found himself he could move more but still he was slow.
"You think you can stand?" the young man asked
Jak frowned, "What the hell for?"
"Just answer me if you want to help Daxter out" he promised
"Is that a threat?" Jak snapped
The young man's eyes widen, "No! No it wasn't. I meant I need you to stand so we could help Daxter"
"Help Daxter? If I wasn't mistaken, just before you just accused him of betrayal" Jak said in suspicion
"I know but I didn't know why he left. I thought he wanted the Dreekle Necklace all for himself. Then he said he left to save you from Baron Praxis" he trailed again as guilt became evident in his features, "In the back of my mind I knew Daxter wouldn't leave unless it was a good reason. He his a loyal friend"
Jak could only nod.
"So can you stand?" he asked
"I think so"
"Good" the young man peered around the corner and saw Daxter behind a small piece of furnishing. Trapped between the crossfire.
"You got to stand for me now" he said
Jak tried to rise to his feet but his legs felt wobbly. His muscles felt they were slowly complying with his will. He found he wasn't so sluggish. Maybe it was the drug wearing off. Finally after a few tries Jak's knees locked and he found himself standing. Pain emitted from places he was hit but he ignored them.
"Why are you helping me?" Jak asked
"I guess you can say I owe him" the young man replied as he took a peak around the corner again.
The gang members were behind a fallen bookshelf that had a backing on it. The Krimzon Guards were behind the tipped over table. The place lit up with different gun shot lights that made it look like a firework show.
The young man crawled out to grab Jak's fallen gun then he returned to Jak and handed him the rifle. The young man pulled out his own pistol and shot at the only light in the room. The light went out with a frizzle and the shooting stopped as everyone was thrown in confusion.
Jak felt a hand pull at his arm. He stumbled after who ever was pulling him barely able to put a foot in front of the other. He heard Daxter's voice when he guessed he was being picked up.
Suddenly firing started again and bullet lights filled the room. This time Jak saw himself near the exit. Erol saw him and turned to shoot. Jak ducked as shots were fired.
"After him!" Erol shouted
Krimzon Guards rose from their positions and ran after Jak as he ran out the exit. The gang members immediately seized the chance of the Guard's vulnerability and shot them when they rose from the table.
"Shit! Shoot them, shoot them!" Erol screamed as he realized his limited guards were dropping
The guards kept shooting at them. Erol snuck out of the room and went to look for the fugitives. He raised the alarm and ordered the fugitives to be captured alive. After a few twists and turns around the fortress he found the outlaws running down the halls.
He saw them turn the corner; he quickly raised his pistol and fired a number of shots. He saw his Dark Eco rival fall to the ground.
"JAK!" he heard a voice scream
A victorious glee filled the Commander's features.
Ooooh. Jak has been shot... Colson's joined them... and the boss man wants his necklace back. What for? Why Colson suddenly is helping them? Will Jak be ok? Oh well you better click to the next chapter. I promise that you won't be disappointed. :)
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