I don't own Jak 2
Thanks to the line (Can I get a name?) for reviewing. I'm not particularly keen on Kiera and there will be more background on May and Jaks relationship as the story progresses
Means to an End
Chapter 4
I left the racing garage and almost hopped into the two seater still parked outside. I thought better and fired a few rounds into a rather smart looking Zoomer (Erol's I was sure) and hi jacked a light fast one to put some distance between myself and the stadium. It was getting late and the crowds were thinning. I sat on one of the islands on the docks. I could feel the power of the dark eco ebbing away at my conscious, aching to be let free. Seeing Erol had put my emotions in overdrive. The power was there ready to escape and go on a rampage. I lent against the granite pillar. I had to calm down. Deep breaths. Focus. In and out, in and out. Relax
I felt better after an hour, maybe half at least. The eco had calmed but was still festering away. At least I could think straight. Beyond the think layers of pollution I could faintly make out the moon and one or two stars. They seemed like dull specks rather than twinkling light out on the wastelands.
I miss them, the wastelanders. The nights staring out into the distance, Days travelling, the knowledge, the ruins, the artefacts, my father.
They probably assumed me dead by now. I sighed then threw up. It's probably a bug. No wonder all the crap in this place.
I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. I could feel the dark eco there. It tends to corrode in mot people but with me it mixed, it infested, it moulded. It also reduced my capacity for reasoning. Not that many people round here understand reason.
I'm o full charge of dark eco at the moment, have been for two days straight. My clothes are in desperate need of a good scrubbing and my brain is in desperate need of sleep or strong headache medication.
I decided to walk back to the hideout; another ride on a zoomer would help my head or my stomach.
Adopting the pace of the city I made my way through the red district. Couldn't say I liked it here, to many places road blocks could go in. Fire fights were common. It's a minor miracle this pace is unscathed as it is.
There were tell tale signs: Screaming and yelling, the sound of zoomers. Gun fire, shock sticks going off.
And in the very place the Krimzon guards were converging there was Jak armed with the Vulcan Fury spraying bullets all over the shop.
Swords are no good here, guns all the way. Drawing mine I wade into the fray. And they kept coming and coming.
There were too many. I let my rage take over, let the anger run free in my veins. I let the demon out.
My nails grew longer and sharper. My skin gained a purple tinge horns sprouted through me headscarf, my hair become completely purple. And wings sprouted from my back.
I saw all that happened like it was a dream, I flew up and released a shower of dark eco then as the power left, I teleported to the ground but ended up just above it. I landed with a thud and promptly collapsed
Jak being the hero scooped me up and had me in a zoomer before I could react.
Then everything was black
When I woke up minuets, hours, days later. I couldn't be sure. I was on an underground bunk. My weapons and tunic had been removed. There was a cold sensation on my forehead. And I felt completely exhausted. I sat up quickly the cold sensation falling to my lap. It was a flannel. The hideout was dark with all the beds being slept in. I slipped out of bed ignoring the protests of my legs. My boots and socks had been removed and were sitting at the edge of the bed. I found my jacket hanging from the impromptu washing line wet, clean and with two slits where my wings had pushed through. My t-shirt had similar damage to it. Can't worry about that now.
I gulped down so water and ate some stale bread before slipping back to sleep with another few nightmares.
Once morning arrived in all its stinted haven glory I cleaned up properly. Jak was up early as well and looking frankly pissed
"Morning Sunshine" I drawled
"Shut up" Snapping, bad sign
"Something the matter" Diplomacy. Always good
"Nothing more than usual"
"Got injured again?"
"Yeah, bullet wound below that ribs"
"Nasty"
"Yeah how about you?"
"Felt better, had an encounter with someone we all know and hate"
"Him?" Eyebrows rose
"Him" I nodded
"What did you do?"
"Cracked him over the head with the hilt of my Katana. Probably gave him a nasty lump and put him out for the count"
"Sweet"
"It's just"
"I know"
"With it all"
"Yeah"
"Brings it all back"
"Hn"
"It'll get better"
"Yeah"
"Any idea why I collapsed?"
"None, Tess said it was probably exhaustion, of the emotional kind"
"Probably" I gave a weak smile "How about you?"
"Change bandages every few hours, nothing to strenuous for a few days"
"Cool, looks like they need a change now"
Jak looked down to see a growing patch of purplely red on the shirt he was wearing
"Yeah" All sheepish now
"Want me to?"
"Uh"
"Come on its nothing I haven't seen before"
"True but" He almost recovered
"But?"
"Things are different now"
"I know they're different since..."
"Since we escaped"
"Yeah"
"Yeah"
"Look" May began firmly "I know what happened in that place was hell but we've come through it. And theres light at the end of the tunnel. An end to all this. So it we're gonna be stuck helping each other out till the end of it then so be it"
"You're right"
"And you've admitted it"
"Don't get used to it."
"Ha-ha I wont"
Jak unbuttoned his shirt and removed the sticky bandages. The dark eco blood was causing a slight bubble on the shirt
May returned with a bowl of water, a cleanish flannel some wadding and a nearly finished bandage roll.
"Hold still" She told him her voice steady and emotionless
With her scarf off and her hair loose she looks a lot less fierce. During the time in jail his hair lost its anti gravity quality and grew longer and became blonder. May's was completely dark red and sat on her shoulders. Now its red and purple and half way down her back.
She dabbed at the wound gently. Completely focused. Jak often thought it was how she controlled the dark eco. Focus on something else, keep calm. Staring straight at the wall he daren't look at her. Her touch was electric. Fingers on his chest as she removed the blood from his skin and around the wound. There was an attraction he thought. He wasn't sure if it was between himself and May or between the dark eco within.
He felt something across the wound that wasn't the flannel.
It was Mays tongue
As she finished the lick, put her tongue back into her mouth and tasted the metallic substance. Her eyes widened
"Ah! Sorry Jak. Bloodlust. I mustn't have fully recovered from the last transformation" She quickly wiped her mouth "Sorry; it's hard to keep in check. Ever so sorry"
He made a mistake. Her hand was on his chest and he looked down
"It's alright" Hand to her shoulder "I have the same problem took a lot of effort not to have a taste from you injury"
"Does it scare you" Eye contact
"What?"
"The bloodlust, the want the taste the craving" The last word...
"Like crazy" He broke eye contact
"Same here" May looked at the floor
She picked up the flannel and finished what she was doing. Then on went the wadding
"Arms up" Command, not a request
She passed the bandage round a few times before taping it down
"There, all done"
"Thanks May" He slipped his shirt back on. There was a small hole where the dark eco had burned through but that was no matter
He got up to leave the infirmary. He turned to see May shedding her t-shirt, exposing her camisole and bandaged left arm
Before he could stop himself Jak thought 'My god she's sexy' he turned away and shook his head. He couldn't think that. Still. No, no still. She had the bandage off now; there was some blood but not a lot. She was cursing; the scabs had been disturbed again. He licked his lips. The effects of the eco were less physical on him, you couldn't tell until he transformed, but Mays hair and her deathly skin tone made her stand out. In a trance he moved behind May and started licking up the blood. Initially surprised May sharply inhaled then exhaled slowly. Letting Jak clean the wound.
Jak couldn't describe the feelings he was getting. It was so so erotic. The blood, the metallic tang, the eco, her scent. The connection. Hands on her shoulders tongue covered in her blood. The taste reaching his craving his lust, his need.
He stopped
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean, I couldn't" He panicked
"Its okay, don't worry" May didn't sound like she was okay. Her breathing was heavy as was his
"We should probably" Jak panted
"Yeah I'll clean up then kill some metal heads"
"And I'll go get hammered at Krew's"
"Good idea, be careful try not to get into anymore fire fights"
"Yeah and you try not to be to reckless"
"Yeah"
"Yeah"
And they stood at opposite ends of the hideout facing away from one another