Ok, next chapter. I'm writing this a 6:30, so hopefully it will be better.
Please enjoy!
Chapter 2
Jak lay awake in his bed. He couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the face of the traitorous Kor, the leader of the Metal Heads. He was laughing at him, pointing a clawed finger at him. He was saying something like "I will get my revenge! You will die..."
There was another feeling to. Jak couldn't explain it. It came from deep within his soul. It was an ominous, foreboding feeling. He believed Samos was right, something evil was coming.
If the Metal Heads had found some way to control Dark Eco, do implant it into themselves, a dangerous threat was at hand. How much longer before the Metal Heads tried another attack? How much longer before they tried to overthrow the city like they had before?
Jak shook his head. That was insane. Why would they? The Precursor Stone was gone, so the Metal Heads wouldn't gain anything from it.
But another voice in his head spoke up. Maybe they want YOU. They want revenge for the destruction of their Leader. They're looking for you. You...YOU...YOU!!!
Jak shook his head. He was over imagining the situation. Or was he? Jak knew there was only one way to find out. He didn't like it, but he didn't see any other way. If the Metal Heads had discovered someway to control Dark Eco, he had to find out. He had to go to the Nest.
Jak looked at the other person in the bed. Keira's eyes were closed, she was snoring softly. Her soft hand was placed lightly on his chest. He had been living in Keira's home ever since they had met again. She had been much better off than him in life. She wasn't tortured for two years with Dark Eco. She didn't have a demon inside her trying to claw its way out. Jak plucked up her hand and lightly kissed it. Keira smiled slightly in her sleep.
"Sorry, Keira, but I have to do this."
Without another word Jak leapt from the bed. Rain rattled on the window, blurring the images of the city outside. Keira and he lived in the Industrial section.
Jak walked to the closet and quietly opened it. He pulled out his blue, armored tunic and his steel-toed boots. He was already wearing his tan pants. (Uh huh, you were starting to get some thoughts there, weren't you? You people are sick! () He then kneeled down to the bottom of the closet. He cautiously looked back at Keira to make sure she was truly asleep, then pulled out a large metal box that had been covered by piles of old clothes. Jak silently slid the lid off to reveal the Morph Gun. Its four barrels were arranged next to it, along with its holster and his JET-Board. Jak had told Keira that he had thrown them away. He had always wondered why she was so uncomfortable around weapons when she worked on other kinds of machines.
Jak equipped the Blaster barrel and cocked it. Immediately cursing himself he whipped back to Keira. Her ear twitched, but she showed no other sign of awakening. He breathed a sigh of relief, then; carefully covering the box; he walked out the front door. He didn't bother to lock it. A motorcycle- style Zoomer was parked outside. Jak punched in the security code and turned the handle. The engine immediately roared to life.
He turned the clutch fully and sped off at top speed to the Port. Jak was in the low hover zone. He felt more comfortable when he was closer to the ground. After about five minutes the entrance to the Port came into view. Jak rode the Zoomer to the first island to where the Air Train was usually parked. It's dark shape came into view through the heavy veil of mist that surrounded the Port. Rain pounded hard down on Jak's head. His hair was drenched and was stuck like plaster to his neck. It was a miserable enough night to return to a miserable place.
Jak brought the Zoomer to a screeching halt next to the Air Train. He slowly walked around it, examining it. The paint was chipped and peeling and the insides of the engines were badly scorched. "It'd probably be safer to swim." Jak mused. He then walked up to the pilot's side and tapped impatiently on the glass.
After a moment an aged man in an old suit looked out the window at him. His eyes were droopy and had bags, and a small line of drool hung from his mouth. He must have been asleep.
"Whaddayawant?" the man asked groggily.
"I need transportation." Jak answered simply.
"Ya got any idea what time it is?"
"I've got a pass." Jak answered. He was beginning to lose patience.
The pilot sighed and opened the back door. As Jak walked in the door closed with a slight shudder. "Where ya headed?" asked the pilot as he punched something into the control panel while drinking something from a rusty thermos. The train gave a horrible shudder as the engines roared up before dying. "Aw, you piece of shit!" yelled the pilot, kicking the control panel. The engines fired up again. Jak heard something rattling below.
"I think you have something loose down there." He said.
"Nah, it always does that," the pilot replied casually.
"Maybe you should have it looked at."
"Where ya headed?" he asked a bit more impatiently.
Jak sighed, prepared for the reaction as the pilot took another swig from his thermos. "The Metal Head Nest."
The pilot spit the odiferous substance into the windshield. "You kiddin', right?" he said laughing unsurely as he turned around to face Jak. What he found was Jak's Blaster aimed right at him. Its aiming laser hovered dangerously between his eyes.
"What do you think?" asked Jak angrily. Without another word the pilot put his foot on the gas and the transport roared top speed towards the Nest.
As the rusted contraption landed, the back door opened before it touched the ground. Jak leaped out immediately. He equipped the Peace Maker barrel and aimed it defensively around him. The air in and around the nest had a horrible, rank smell. The smell of death and decay. His heartbeat quickened as he looked around for any sign of movement or the ominous yellow glow of a Skull Gem. Jak turned back to the pilot. "You'd better be here when I get back."
Without another word journeyed deeper into the nest. Jak knew that there was Dark Eco in the nest, but not much. There were only a few small streams running through. Not enough for what the Metal Heads had done.
As he passed the streams he did his best not to look at them. He tried to ignore the other presence in his mind, the feeling that wanted him more than anything to leap into the Dark Eco. To absorb it so that it could come out. Jak focused on his journey, ignoring the presence. Enormous rib cages and bones lay everywhere. Victims of the Metal Heads? Before Jak knew it he was on the outside of the Metal Head Leader's lair.
Something was wrong. There were no Metal Heads. They had thoroughly abandoned their nest. So where had they gone? Without another thought Jak cautiously entered the lair. The rocky incline that lead down into it was still there. He skidded down it, kicking up loose gravel and dirt. No rain reached the ground of the lair. As he entered, a horrible sight awaited him. Jak gasped at the scene before him.
Bodies lay in pieces everywhere. Not the bodies of elves, but of Metal Heads. They were impaled on long, black spears that stuck through their bodies. Stalactites that had been rumbled from the ceiling had crushed others. Heads were bashed in, bodies dismembered, Skull Gems shattered to pieces. Thick, oily black blood formed in deep, black pools, coagulating. Jak turned away from the grizzly scene, only to find a sound reaching his sensitive ears.
It was the sound of a thick liquid sloshing about. Some horrible substance. Jak knew the sound. He turned reluctantly to the bottomless pit that was located in the middle of the lair. The once empty space was now filled with the horrible, rank Dark Eco. Light caught in it made it glow with a sickly purple. How had this happened? Jak slowly walked toward it, carefully avoiding the carcasses of the slaughtered Metal Heads. He wasn't truly doing this. It was the other. Its mind was growing more powerful. It was driving him, forcing him to walk toward the rank, vile substance. It wanted more than ever for him to jump in, to absorb it. The persona of Dark Jak was one of pure evil.
His presence came in handy every once in a while. His want for death had helped Jak out of many life-or-death situations. But not now. Jak fought with all his might to resist. No! He screamed to the creature, This is my body! Mine! I control it!
Jump in, whispered, Jump!
No, Jak thought.
Jump in!
No.
Jump!
No!
Jump!
No!
JUMP!!!!!
"NO!!!!" Jak screamed. The sound of his voice echoed throughout the cavernous lair and into the night. Jak found himself on the ground, clutching his head with his hands. Jak looked down at the Dark Eco and scrambled away, climbing up the incline without looking back. He ran all the way back to the shore, only to find the Train had gone. "Son of a ..." Jak moaned. The sun was beginning to appear on the horizon. How long had he been gone?
Jak looked off towards Haven City in the distance. It was a long way away. Without another word Jak leapt onto his JET-Board and zoomed away across the water toward the mainland, leaving no evidence of his passing except the fingerprints in the sand of the lair.
Ekobean: (Shakes his numb and bleeding fingers) There! I hope you're happy. There's another chapter down the tube. God knows how many more to go. Please read and review. I hope you enjoyed the second chapter of "Dark Menace"!
Chapter 2
Jak lay awake in his bed. He couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the face of the traitorous Kor, the leader of the Metal Heads. He was laughing at him, pointing a clawed finger at him. He was saying something like "I will get my revenge! You will die..."
There was another feeling to. Jak couldn't explain it. It came from deep within his soul. It was an ominous, foreboding feeling. He believed Samos was right, something evil was coming.
If the Metal Heads had found some way to control Dark Eco, do implant it into themselves, a dangerous threat was at hand. How much longer before the Metal Heads tried another attack? How much longer before they tried to overthrow the city like they had before?
Jak shook his head. That was insane. Why would they? The Precursor Stone was gone, so the Metal Heads wouldn't gain anything from it.
But another voice in his head spoke up. Maybe they want YOU. They want revenge for the destruction of their Leader. They're looking for you. You...YOU...YOU!!!
Jak shook his head. He was over imagining the situation. Or was he? Jak knew there was only one way to find out. He didn't like it, but he didn't see any other way. If the Metal Heads had discovered someway to control Dark Eco, he had to find out. He had to go to the Nest.
Jak looked at the other person in the bed. Keira's eyes were closed, she was snoring softly. Her soft hand was placed lightly on his chest. He had been living in Keira's home ever since they had met again. She had been much better off than him in life. She wasn't tortured for two years with Dark Eco. She didn't have a demon inside her trying to claw its way out. Jak plucked up her hand and lightly kissed it. Keira smiled slightly in her sleep.
"Sorry, Keira, but I have to do this."
Without another word Jak leapt from the bed. Rain rattled on the window, blurring the images of the city outside. Keira and he lived in the Industrial section.
Jak walked to the closet and quietly opened it. He pulled out his blue, armored tunic and his steel-toed boots. He was already wearing his tan pants. (Uh huh, you were starting to get some thoughts there, weren't you? You people are sick! () He then kneeled down to the bottom of the closet. He cautiously looked back at Keira to make sure she was truly asleep, then pulled out a large metal box that had been covered by piles of old clothes. Jak silently slid the lid off to reveal the Morph Gun. Its four barrels were arranged next to it, along with its holster and his JET-Board. Jak had told Keira that he had thrown them away. He had always wondered why she was so uncomfortable around weapons when she worked on other kinds of machines.
Jak equipped the Blaster barrel and cocked it. Immediately cursing himself he whipped back to Keira. Her ear twitched, but she showed no other sign of awakening. He breathed a sigh of relief, then; carefully covering the box; he walked out the front door. He didn't bother to lock it. A motorcycle- style Zoomer was parked outside. Jak punched in the security code and turned the handle. The engine immediately roared to life.
He turned the clutch fully and sped off at top speed to the Port. Jak was in the low hover zone. He felt more comfortable when he was closer to the ground. After about five minutes the entrance to the Port came into view. Jak rode the Zoomer to the first island to where the Air Train was usually parked. It's dark shape came into view through the heavy veil of mist that surrounded the Port. Rain pounded hard down on Jak's head. His hair was drenched and was stuck like plaster to his neck. It was a miserable enough night to return to a miserable place.
Jak brought the Zoomer to a screeching halt next to the Air Train. He slowly walked around it, examining it. The paint was chipped and peeling and the insides of the engines were badly scorched. "It'd probably be safer to swim." Jak mused. He then walked up to the pilot's side and tapped impatiently on the glass.
After a moment an aged man in an old suit looked out the window at him. His eyes were droopy and had bags, and a small line of drool hung from his mouth. He must have been asleep.
"Whaddayawant?" the man asked groggily.
"I need transportation." Jak answered simply.
"Ya got any idea what time it is?"
"I've got a pass." Jak answered. He was beginning to lose patience.
The pilot sighed and opened the back door. As Jak walked in the door closed with a slight shudder. "Where ya headed?" asked the pilot as he punched something into the control panel while drinking something from a rusty thermos. The train gave a horrible shudder as the engines roared up before dying. "Aw, you piece of shit!" yelled the pilot, kicking the control panel. The engines fired up again. Jak heard something rattling below.
"I think you have something loose down there." He said.
"Nah, it always does that," the pilot replied casually.
"Maybe you should have it looked at."
"Where ya headed?" he asked a bit more impatiently.
Jak sighed, prepared for the reaction as the pilot took another swig from his thermos. "The Metal Head Nest."
The pilot spit the odiferous substance into the windshield. "You kiddin', right?" he said laughing unsurely as he turned around to face Jak. What he found was Jak's Blaster aimed right at him. Its aiming laser hovered dangerously between his eyes.
"What do you think?" asked Jak angrily. Without another word the pilot put his foot on the gas and the transport roared top speed towards the Nest.
As the rusted contraption landed, the back door opened before it touched the ground. Jak leaped out immediately. He equipped the Peace Maker barrel and aimed it defensively around him. The air in and around the nest had a horrible, rank smell. The smell of death and decay. His heartbeat quickened as he looked around for any sign of movement or the ominous yellow glow of a Skull Gem. Jak turned back to the pilot. "You'd better be here when I get back."
Without another word journeyed deeper into the nest. Jak knew that there was Dark Eco in the nest, but not much. There were only a few small streams running through. Not enough for what the Metal Heads had done.
As he passed the streams he did his best not to look at them. He tried to ignore the other presence in his mind, the feeling that wanted him more than anything to leap into the Dark Eco. To absorb it so that it could come out. Jak focused on his journey, ignoring the presence. Enormous rib cages and bones lay everywhere. Victims of the Metal Heads? Before Jak knew it he was on the outside of the Metal Head Leader's lair.
Something was wrong. There were no Metal Heads. They had thoroughly abandoned their nest. So where had they gone? Without another thought Jak cautiously entered the lair. The rocky incline that lead down into it was still there. He skidded down it, kicking up loose gravel and dirt. No rain reached the ground of the lair. As he entered, a horrible sight awaited him. Jak gasped at the scene before him.
Bodies lay in pieces everywhere. Not the bodies of elves, but of Metal Heads. They were impaled on long, black spears that stuck through their bodies. Stalactites that had been rumbled from the ceiling had crushed others. Heads were bashed in, bodies dismembered, Skull Gems shattered to pieces. Thick, oily black blood formed in deep, black pools, coagulating. Jak turned away from the grizzly scene, only to find a sound reaching his sensitive ears.
It was the sound of a thick liquid sloshing about. Some horrible substance. Jak knew the sound. He turned reluctantly to the bottomless pit that was located in the middle of the lair. The once empty space was now filled with the horrible, rank Dark Eco. Light caught in it made it glow with a sickly purple. How had this happened? Jak slowly walked toward it, carefully avoiding the carcasses of the slaughtered Metal Heads. He wasn't truly doing this. It was the other. Its mind was growing more powerful. It was driving him, forcing him to walk toward the rank, vile substance. It wanted more than ever for him to jump in, to absorb it. The persona of Dark Jak was one of pure evil.
His presence came in handy every once in a while. His want for death had helped Jak out of many life-or-death situations. But not now. Jak fought with all his might to resist. No! He screamed to the creature, This is my body! Mine! I control it!
Jump in, whispered, Jump!
No, Jak thought.
Jump in!
No.
Jump!
No!
Jump!
No!
JUMP!!!!!
"NO!!!!" Jak screamed. The sound of his voice echoed throughout the cavernous lair and into the night. Jak found himself on the ground, clutching his head with his hands. Jak looked down at the Dark Eco and scrambled away, climbing up the incline without looking back. He ran all the way back to the shore, only to find the Train had gone. "Son of a ..." Jak moaned. The sun was beginning to appear on the horizon. How long had he been gone?
Jak looked off towards Haven City in the distance. It was a long way away. Without another word Jak leapt onto his JET-Board and zoomed away across the water toward the mainland, leaving no evidence of his passing except the fingerprints in the sand of the lair.
Ekobean: (Shakes his numb and bleeding fingers) There! I hope you're happy. There's another chapter down the tube. God knows how many more to go. Please read and review. I hope you enjoyed the second chapter of "Dark Menace"!