Not the Only One

by Miyoko Sanyu

chapter 1- Dead Town

Arriaving at the gate to Dead Town, Jak parked and dismounted the zoomer. "Here we are!" Daxter said, "You still got that letter?" "Yeah" Jak said, and he pulled the letter out to prove it, "See? There's nothing to worry about," Jak said reassuringly.

"Hey! Wait a darn minute," Daxter said, "How are we supposed to find this 'Reden' guy anyway?"

It seemed that Jak just realized the same thing, as well. "I dont know," Jak said, "Let's just look around for him."

Taking out his Vulcan Fury he got ready for any type of monster attack. "OK," he said, "Lets go." They walked for a little while before they came to their first Metal Head, but it was only a Stinger. Jak was starting to get bored. "Hey, what if we just climb to the top of a dirt mound and yell out his name?" Daxter suggested.

Jak thought for a minute. He didn't think that was such a good idea, but he knew that Daxter had thought semi-hard on that suggestion. "Yeah, great idea," Jak said, just to make Daxter feel good, "If you want all the Metal Heads here to know where we are."

"Never mind, then," Daxter said,sinking down, "Let's just walk around and look, then." Jak smiled at Daxter in amusement. "Come on, then," he said, holding back a laugh. Daxter jumped off Jaks shoulder and walked beside him for a while.

They killed seven other Metal Heads before Jak decided to sit down. "Is it too hard for Torn to give us directions!?" Daxter yelled; He was walking in sercles waving his arms (again) "You know, I think this is just a new way to keep us away from the action!" Daxter fumed, turning to Jak.

Suddenly, Daxter's mouth dropped, and he pointed to somthing over Jak's right shoulder, speechless. There was a very, very, VERY big Metal Head behind him.

Jak looked; he still had his Vulcan Fury out, and he put a couple of rouneds into it. As the monster dropped Daxter said "Jak, I don't mean to bother you, but...." Jak turned. As he did, he was looking down the barrel of a gun.

"Who sen' ya?" the voice belonged to the old man, holding the rusted old gun, "This gun may be ol' bu' she still kn' blow de' brain out 'ya skull!" Jak could tell the old man meant business. "We were sent by a man named Torn," Jak said, "Oh, 'yall 'r wit' de' resistans, 'r ya? Wha's ya name?" the man demanded. "Jak. And that's Daxter," Jak said, nodding towards Daxter. The man still hadn't put up his gun. "De' name's Reden," he said, and started to lower the gun. "So, you're the one Torn sent us to find," Daxter said, "Give him the letter, Jak"

Jak reached for the letter, and Reden tensed up. "I'm just going to get the letter," he said, hoping he would put the gun away. Reden only lowered it a bit, and Jak handed him the letter. Reden didn't take it; instead, he raised the gun and fired. Thinking Reden was firing on him, Jak jumped to the side. A Matal Head had been sneaking up on Jak.

Reden now put the gun away and took the letter from Jak, but he didn't open it. "S' not safe here," Reden said, "'Yall come wit' me; we'll go t' de' 'ouse" so Jak and Daxter followed Reden.

"Now," Reden said, more to himself than to Jak or Daxter. They had made it to a dirt pile near the exit/entrance to Dead Town. Reden lifted up a tarp that looked exatly like the soil arouned it, reveling a hatch in the side. "It would have been VERY NICE if we knew this was here..." Daxter said sarcastically in Jak's ear.

Reden opend the hatch and lead the way inside. It looked like (well there no other way to say it) a mess! Bottles and junk were all over the place; broken furniture and empty ammunition packages everywhere. "Now," Reden said again to himself, unfoding the letter, and putting it very close to his face. He muttered as he read. "So 'dat's wha' he want..." Reden said. He picked up some keys off a busted table and said "'Cmon, den, don' got all damn day." Jak followed him to another door; Reden had to move some things to get to it. Behind it there was a long, dark, and empty hallway. Jak turned to look at Daxter and said, "You stay here."

Reden flecked on a light. Muttering to himself, Reden picked at the keys. He stopped at a door, and said "'Ere we be," he was talking to the key.

This looks more like a prison than a home, Jak thought to himself. Jak shiverd as Reden opend the large metal door. It creaked open slowly. Jak look at what was in the room, and it took his breath away.

A-Note - you probably think it was mean of me to leave it like that dont you?

PLZ R&R