Reintroduced-chapter2
Here I am...turning this little fic into a chapter series....sighs You gave me work....THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK YOU! I would have been so bored if I didn't' have to write this! :'( I've been suffering from this huge writer's block for weeks now but I finally exterminated it with the help of paint shop pro...don't ask... --"
Warnings: yaoi, cussing....Torn in the morning shivers ...scary
Disclaimer: Dark Missy: pokes Jak with a stick Why? Why? WHHHHY can't I own
you?!?!?! WHY?!?!
Jak: Because God was kind
Dark Missy: --"
Reintroduced ..................................
He jerked around in the restraints that held him down to the cold table. Blond hair fell over his sweaty skin and covered his eyes. Torn watched in terror as the younger elf screamed in pain. Stepping forward, he reached out. If he could only touch him, let him know it was okay, that is would all end soon. But it wasn't okay.
A hand grabbed him roughly and threw Torn back. Erol! He watched the racer walk past him to his prisoner. Standing, Torn tried to make his way to the blond.
The shrieks filling the room became more frantic as Erol increased the eco flow. The tattooed elf reached his hand out again, his fingers brushing the tear stained cheeks. He pulled his hand back quickly. Fearfully, he looked at his hand like it was foreign to him. Blood...not tears....
"I'm sorry!" Torn cried out. "I killed you! I'm sorry! I should've saved you but then the baron would have come after me! Then I wouldn't have been able to save the city! I'm so sorry!"
Again, Erol shoved the taller elf out of the way but this time, Torn didn't stop falling...
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"Torn! Hey! Wake up!" A pair of small feet jumped up and down on his chest. Slowly, the tall elf opened his eyes to glare at the fuzzy body above him. As his eyes began to adjust to the light, the two figures in the room began to take shape.
"What the hell do you two want?"
Daxter grinned and hopped off of him. "He's alive, Jak! I've done my job here...now where's the food?"
When Torn continued to glare blankly ahead of him, Jak ripped the thin sheets away from him. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. It's a beautiful morning!"
"Why the hell are you here?" Torn cried out more frantically as he resisted the urge to crawl into a little ball to escape the sudden cold.
Jak shook his head slightly, a smirk planted on his face. "Ashlien has to give a speech in an hour about," he bent his fingers over his head in sarcasm. "The new Krimzon Guard orders and something about starting trade with other cities."
Torn sat up and stretched his legs over the edge of the bed. "But why are you here?"
Jak rolled his eyes and pointed behind the taller man at the clock on the wall. Mentally counting the little lines, the Krimzon Guard jumped out of bed, panicked. Three 'O Clock?!
"Morning, Princess" Daxter chirped. ......................................................
"So....Torn," Jak tapped his fingers together as he sat in the passenger seat of the Hell Cat. "How's Ash been, lately? We don't see much of her."
The commander glanced at him from the corner of his eye for a moment before shrugging. "We've both been busy lately so I haven't seen her much, myself."
"Uh..oooooh..." Daxter's head suddenly appeared between the two elves from the back.
"What'd ya do? Wet yourself?" Torn muttered.
"Those kinds of relationships never mmpf!" Jak quickly smashed his hand over Daxter's mouth and pushed him back.
"Kiera's been busy, too. Now that Erol is gone, all the young racers aren't afraid for their lives, but they crash a lot."
Daxter leaned forward again. "And that gives her a huge selection of...mmph!!!"
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"Residents of Haven City," Ashlien stood in front of the palace doors behind a podium. "With the fall of the former Baron Praxis, I have taken on the role as governor for Haven City and..."
"Blah, blah, blah...", Daxter, Jak, and Torn stood near the back of the large crowd. "Geeze," Daxter continued. "Does anyone know who wrote this speech? They should be put down!"
Torn hissed at the animal but Jak only rolled his eyes. Turning, the blond faced Torn and nodded his head towards Ashlien. "Who's that girl up there with Ash?" Sure enough, there was a young woman standing behind Ashlien. She also had her hair pulled back in dreadlocks but they were a deep brown. If it was to be cut and dyed red, she would look exactly like the governor!
"That must be Nadia. A represent..."
"Also," Ashlien's voice grew as if she could sense the interruption. "The council has decided that it is about time to reestablish trade with other cities to help improve our economy. Ms. Nadia Bans is here, representing the city of Batar. I hope that you will all help to make her stay a comfortable one. Thank you all for your time." The governor turned and smiled at the shorter woman behind her. "Ms. Bans, I would like for you to meet a few people. They should be showing up any second now. I'm sure you will find them all to be very helpful during your stay."
Nadia smiled and shook her head modestly. "Ms. Ashlien, please just call me Nadia. I'm sure we will become good frien..."
"Hey! Comin' through! Watch it, sweet stuff! Don't step on the ta...ouch! Hey!"
Cringing, the governor looked down at Daxter as he made his way up the stairs, followed by Jak.
"Well, helloooo..." Daxter leaped up onto the podium and leaned towards Nadia. "What's your name, cupcake?"
"Weren't you listening to Ashlien at all?" Jak hissed.
The tattooed governor narrowed her eyes at the ottsel as he laughed nervously and hopped back down to the ground.
"It's nice to meet you, miss. My name's Jak and that's Daxter." At the mention of his name, Daxter looked up and clicked his teeth at the woman.
"Jak?" Ashlien looked around. "Where is Torn?"
"He" Jak began...
"He said he forgot to get missy's fortress pass from the cruiser." Daxter interrupted. "Sheesh! How could he forget a present for something so lovely?" He raised his eyebrows at Nadia suggestively.
"Well, we're all meeting at the Naughty Ottsel," Jak crossed his arms over his chest. Silently, Nadia thanked him for the..intervening. "If you two aren't busy, why don't you join us?"
The two women nodded in agreement.
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"Where the hell did I put it?" Torn leaned forward into the Hell Cat and searched under the seats. "There!" Grabbing it, he pushed himself off the floor into an upright position. Tossing the pass in the air and catching it, he smiled to himself as he pocketed it. "Now where did those two idiots...hey!"
Torn fell backwards into the front seat as a zoomer sped by. It turned swiftly and stopped a few feet away as Torn crawled back out again.
"I hope I didn't hit you, traitor!" an arrogant voice seemed to sneer.
Torn's head shot up but he only caught a glimpse of his attacker before he sped off in the opposite direction. ...it couldn't be.....
"Torn!" Are you okay?" Jak ran over to the vehicle and helped him steady himself. "What just happened?"
"It was nothing" ..obvious lie... "Just a crazy driver" ...better
Ashlien sighed as she walked up. "We'll have to get road signs up." She smirked over at Jak who grinned sheepishly.
"What?" he complained. "I'm a good driver!"
"Well, let's go!" Daxter cried from Nadia's shoulder as she caught up with them. "What happened to you? It looks like you encountered Dark Ja...er...a big purple monster with white and hair and big point teeth!" He stretched his arms over his head in emphasize.
Torn raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What"
"Er...nothing? Just ah..."
"Whatever," Jak interrupted. "Let's get going." He grinned. "Tess wouldn't like it if you were too late!"
Daxter gritted his teeth for a moment before sneering back. "At least I have a girlfriend! I swear! You and women are like oil and water!"
Jak looked around and noticed that everyone, including Nadia, was starring at him funny. "I am not gay!"
Ashlien shook her head and sighed. "Nadia, this is Torn. Haven City's Krimzon Guard Commander."
Nadia grasped Torn's hand and smiled coyly up at him. "That's quite a title."
"I've had worse." Torn put on his kindest and...fakest smile.
"Torn's flirting," Daxter grinned up at Ashlien who kicked him away.
"So," Jak wondered out loud. "How are we going to do this?" The four elves and ottsel starred at the two seater Hell Cat.
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"Daxter! You're late! I've been busy with your costumers all day!" Tess snapped as they walked into the bar.
"Chill out, baby." Daxter smoothed his ears back making Tess giggle at the cuteness. "This is Nadia. Play nice." And then he disappeared behind the counter.
"Oh!" Tess cried happily. "The representative? It's nice to meet you! I'm Tess!"
"Hey, Cherries! Look at this new piece of hardware!" Sig walked in from the back room. Jak sat down in a booth and the wastelander tossed the modified Peace Maker on the table. "Beautiful ain't she?" Sig held his head high. "She's got an inferred scope on her now so I can find combat Metal Heads easily!"
"Not too bad." Jak rubbed his chin thoughtfully and raised an eyebrow at the gun. "But I can still whoop your ass in the range!"
"You think so, huh?" Sig crossed his arms. "I'll take you up on that offer!"
"Sig," Tess smiled. "This is Nadia. The representative from Batar City"
"Well where the hell is that?" he cried.
"Sig, be nice." A voice came from a booth in the corner.
"Kiera! Didn't see you there!" Ashlien smiled. "Whatcha doing hiding from us?"
Samos crawled out from the opposite side of his daughter and waddled up to Nadia. "It's very nice to meet you, Ms. Nadia. It's about time this city got on its feet again"
"Looks like Greenie has a crush. He's never nice!" Daxter emerged from behind the counter with various bottles.
Samos scoffed before growling. "Daxter! I just hate you!"
The ottsel froze for a moment as if contemplating this. Everyone paused to stare at the suddenly serious animal. Daxter placed a hand under his chin and scratched as he starred up at the ceiling. "I've decided, after serious thought....that you can all drink free tonight!"
Samos slapped his forehead and even Ashlien had to smile at the rodent's randomness. Everyone laughed for a moment but quickly returned to their previous conversations.
Nadia sat down across from Torn, followed by Ashlien. When he was sure nobody else was listening, Torn leaned forward and spoke. "I think we have a problem"
Ashlien grinned impishly. "I know! Drinks are free and we all know how Jak gets when he's had a few too many!"
Torn blushed, remembering the last time Jak had gotten drunk. He had narrowly escaped being kissed to death but his hand practically drowned in slobber if it was possible from blocking the blond's drunken attempts.
"No," Torn shook his head to clear his thoughts. "I think Erol is still alive"
Nadia sat back and frowned slightly. "Who's that?"
Ashlien shook her head. "He's a big problem. Why do you think that Torn?"
The commander sighed. "He was the crazy driver that almost hit me earlier today."
"It all ready sounds like Erol", Jak murmured. Torn, Ashlien, and Nadia starred at him in surprise. They hadn't even heard him approach. Jak frowned. Erol...
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I told you! I told you! I told you that I would turn this into a series! Bahahahaha...it might be awhile until the next chapter comes out. smacks her head Stupid block! Anyways, I didn't go into Ashlien's speech about the new Krimzon rules because I thought it would be a little obvious that it would be about them being fair and as Daxter said "blah, blah, blah." Also, as far as getting all four elves in the 2 seater....uh...use your imagination? " OO You perverts! Lol
Here I am...turning this little fic into a chapter series....sighs You gave me work....THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK YOU! I would have been so bored if I didn't' have to write this! :'( I've been suffering from this huge writer's block for weeks now but I finally exterminated it with the help of paint shop pro...don't ask... --"
Warnings: yaoi, cussing....Torn in the morning shivers ...scary
Disclaimer: Dark Missy: pokes Jak with a stick Why? Why? WHHHHY can't I own
you?!?!?! WHY?!?!
Jak: Because God was kind
Dark Missy: --"
Reintroduced ..................................
He jerked around in the restraints that held him down to the cold table. Blond hair fell over his sweaty skin and covered his eyes. Torn watched in terror as the younger elf screamed in pain. Stepping forward, he reached out. If he could only touch him, let him know it was okay, that is would all end soon. But it wasn't okay.
A hand grabbed him roughly and threw Torn back. Erol! He watched the racer walk past him to his prisoner. Standing, Torn tried to make his way to the blond.
The shrieks filling the room became more frantic as Erol increased the eco flow. The tattooed elf reached his hand out again, his fingers brushing the tear stained cheeks. He pulled his hand back quickly. Fearfully, he looked at his hand like it was foreign to him. Blood...not tears....
"I'm sorry!" Torn cried out. "I killed you! I'm sorry! I should've saved you but then the baron would have come after me! Then I wouldn't have been able to save the city! I'm so sorry!"
Again, Erol shoved the taller elf out of the way but this time, Torn didn't stop falling...
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"Torn! Hey! Wake up!" A pair of small feet jumped up and down on his chest. Slowly, the tall elf opened his eyes to glare at the fuzzy body above him. As his eyes began to adjust to the light, the two figures in the room began to take shape.
"What the hell do you two want?"
Daxter grinned and hopped off of him. "He's alive, Jak! I've done my job here...now where's the food?"
When Torn continued to glare blankly ahead of him, Jak ripped the thin sheets away from him. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. It's a beautiful morning!"
"Why the hell are you here?" Torn cried out more frantically as he resisted the urge to crawl into a little ball to escape the sudden cold.
Jak shook his head slightly, a smirk planted on his face. "Ashlien has to give a speech in an hour about," he bent his fingers over his head in sarcasm. "The new Krimzon Guard orders and something about starting trade with other cities."
Torn sat up and stretched his legs over the edge of the bed. "But why are you here?"
Jak rolled his eyes and pointed behind the taller man at the clock on the wall. Mentally counting the little lines, the Krimzon Guard jumped out of bed, panicked. Three 'O Clock?!
"Morning, Princess" Daxter chirped. ......................................................
"So....Torn," Jak tapped his fingers together as he sat in the passenger seat of the Hell Cat. "How's Ash been, lately? We don't see much of her."
The commander glanced at him from the corner of his eye for a moment before shrugging. "We've both been busy lately so I haven't seen her much, myself."
"Uh..oooooh..." Daxter's head suddenly appeared between the two elves from the back.
"What'd ya do? Wet yourself?" Torn muttered.
"Those kinds of relationships never mmpf!" Jak quickly smashed his hand over Daxter's mouth and pushed him back.
"Kiera's been busy, too. Now that Erol is gone, all the young racers aren't afraid for their lives, but they crash a lot."
Daxter leaned forward again. "And that gives her a huge selection of...mmph!!!"
............................................................
"Residents of Haven City," Ashlien stood in front of the palace doors behind a podium. "With the fall of the former Baron Praxis, I have taken on the role as governor for Haven City and..."
"Blah, blah, blah...", Daxter, Jak, and Torn stood near the back of the large crowd. "Geeze," Daxter continued. "Does anyone know who wrote this speech? They should be put down!"
Torn hissed at the animal but Jak only rolled his eyes. Turning, the blond faced Torn and nodded his head towards Ashlien. "Who's that girl up there with Ash?" Sure enough, there was a young woman standing behind Ashlien. She also had her hair pulled back in dreadlocks but they were a deep brown. If it was to be cut and dyed red, she would look exactly like the governor!
"That must be Nadia. A represent..."
"Also," Ashlien's voice grew as if she could sense the interruption. "The council has decided that it is about time to reestablish trade with other cities to help improve our economy. Ms. Nadia Bans is here, representing the city of Batar. I hope that you will all help to make her stay a comfortable one. Thank you all for your time." The governor turned and smiled at the shorter woman behind her. "Ms. Bans, I would like for you to meet a few people. They should be showing up any second now. I'm sure you will find them all to be very helpful during your stay."
Nadia smiled and shook her head modestly. "Ms. Ashlien, please just call me Nadia. I'm sure we will become good frien..."
"Hey! Comin' through! Watch it, sweet stuff! Don't step on the ta...ouch! Hey!"
Cringing, the governor looked down at Daxter as he made his way up the stairs, followed by Jak.
"Well, helloooo..." Daxter leaped up onto the podium and leaned towards Nadia. "What's your name, cupcake?"
"Weren't you listening to Ashlien at all?" Jak hissed.
The tattooed governor narrowed her eyes at the ottsel as he laughed nervously and hopped back down to the ground.
"It's nice to meet you, miss. My name's Jak and that's Daxter." At the mention of his name, Daxter looked up and clicked his teeth at the woman.
"Jak?" Ashlien looked around. "Where is Torn?"
"He" Jak began...
"He said he forgot to get missy's fortress pass from the cruiser." Daxter interrupted. "Sheesh! How could he forget a present for something so lovely?" He raised his eyebrows at Nadia suggestively.
"Well, we're all meeting at the Naughty Ottsel," Jak crossed his arms over his chest. Silently, Nadia thanked him for the..intervening. "If you two aren't busy, why don't you join us?"
The two women nodded in agreement.
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"Where the hell did I put it?" Torn leaned forward into the Hell Cat and searched under the seats. "There!" Grabbing it, he pushed himself off the floor into an upright position. Tossing the pass in the air and catching it, he smiled to himself as he pocketed it. "Now where did those two idiots...hey!"
Torn fell backwards into the front seat as a zoomer sped by. It turned swiftly and stopped a few feet away as Torn crawled back out again.
"I hope I didn't hit you, traitor!" an arrogant voice seemed to sneer.
Torn's head shot up but he only caught a glimpse of his attacker before he sped off in the opposite direction. ...it couldn't be.....
"Torn!" Are you okay?" Jak ran over to the vehicle and helped him steady himself. "What just happened?"
"It was nothing" ..obvious lie... "Just a crazy driver" ...better
Ashlien sighed as she walked up. "We'll have to get road signs up." She smirked over at Jak who grinned sheepishly.
"What?" he complained. "I'm a good driver!"
"Well, let's go!" Daxter cried from Nadia's shoulder as she caught up with them. "What happened to you? It looks like you encountered Dark Ja...er...a big purple monster with white and hair and big point teeth!" He stretched his arms over his head in emphasize.
Torn raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What"
"Er...nothing? Just ah..."
"Whatever," Jak interrupted. "Let's get going." He grinned. "Tess wouldn't like it if you were too late!"
Daxter gritted his teeth for a moment before sneering back. "At least I have a girlfriend! I swear! You and women are like oil and water!"
Jak looked around and noticed that everyone, including Nadia, was starring at him funny. "I am not gay!"
Ashlien shook her head and sighed. "Nadia, this is Torn. Haven City's Krimzon Guard Commander."
Nadia grasped Torn's hand and smiled coyly up at him. "That's quite a title."
"I've had worse." Torn put on his kindest and...fakest smile.
"Torn's flirting," Daxter grinned up at Ashlien who kicked him away.
"So," Jak wondered out loud. "How are we going to do this?" The four elves and ottsel starred at the two seater Hell Cat.
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"Daxter! You're late! I've been busy with your costumers all day!" Tess snapped as they walked into the bar.
"Chill out, baby." Daxter smoothed his ears back making Tess giggle at the cuteness. "This is Nadia. Play nice." And then he disappeared behind the counter.
"Oh!" Tess cried happily. "The representative? It's nice to meet you! I'm Tess!"
"Hey, Cherries! Look at this new piece of hardware!" Sig walked in from the back room. Jak sat down in a booth and the wastelander tossed the modified Peace Maker on the table. "Beautiful ain't she?" Sig held his head high. "She's got an inferred scope on her now so I can find combat Metal Heads easily!"
"Not too bad." Jak rubbed his chin thoughtfully and raised an eyebrow at the gun. "But I can still whoop your ass in the range!"
"You think so, huh?" Sig crossed his arms. "I'll take you up on that offer!"
"Sig," Tess smiled. "This is Nadia. The representative from Batar City"
"Well where the hell is that?" he cried.
"Sig, be nice." A voice came from a booth in the corner.
"Kiera! Didn't see you there!" Ashlien smiled. "Whatcha doing hiding from us?"
Samos crawled out from the opposite side of his daughter and waddled up to Nadia. "It's very nice to meet you, Ms. Nadia. It's about time this city got on its feet again"
"Looks like Greenie has a crush. He's never nice!" Daxter emerged from behind the counter with various bottles.
Samos scoffed before growling. "Daxter! I just hate you!"
The ottsel froze for a moment as if contemplating this. Everyone paused to stare at the suddenly serious animal. Daxter placed a hand under his chin and scratched as he starred up at the ceiling. "I've decided, after serious thought....that you can all drink free tonight!"
Samos slapped his forehead and even Ashlien had to smile at the rodent's randomness. Everyone laughed for a moment but quickly returned to their previous conversations.
Nadia sat down across from Torn, followed by Ashlien. When he was sure nobody else was listening, Torn leaned forward and spoke. "I think we have a problem"
Ashlien grinned impishly. "I know! Drinks are free and we all know how Jak gets when he's had a few too many!"
Torn blushed, remembering the last time Jak had gotten drunk. He had narrowly escaped being kissed to death but his hand practically drowned in slobber if it was possible from blocking the blond's drunken attempts.
"No," Torn shook his head to clear his thoughts. "I think Erol is still alive"
Nadia sat back and frowned slightly. "Who's that?"
Ashlien shook her head. "He's a big problem. Why do you think that Torn?"
The commander sighed. "He was the crazy driver that almost hit me earlier today."
"It all ready sounds like Erol", Jak murmured. Torn, Ashlien, and Nadia starred at him in surprise. They hadn't even heard him approach. Jak frowned. Erol...
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I told you! I told you! I told you that I would turn this into a series! Bahahahaha...it might be awhile until the next chapter comes out. smacks her head Stupid block! Anyways, I didn't go into Ashlien's speech about the new Krimzon rules because I thought it would be a little obvious that it would be about them being fair and as Daxter said "blah, blah, blah." Also, as far as getting all four elves in the 2 seater....uh...use your imagination? " OO You perverts! Lol