Jak left Maia's body lying as he left. He didn't care what, if anything, the Metal-Heads did to it. All he cared about now was finding Gol and Keria. He knew that Gol would have her and when he found him he know that he would try to make it seem that Jak could save her and then when Jak was vulnerable he would kill her and watch as Jak broke before he killed him.
'I'm not falling for his games,' thought Jak. 'I know there's no way I can bring Keria out of this place safely, it'll be my life or her's I know it.' He spoke aloud to himself. "She's not going to die," said Jak with gritted teeth. "And neither am I!"
Jak walked down the corridors until he reached a large brass door. He balled his fist and pounded it three times.
BAM
BAM
BAM
The door opened and showed Jak a large winding stairacse. He took a deep breath and began his journey to the top.
Ashelin, Torn, Sig and Nev were underneath the sewers, following along some crudely carved pathway until they saw it. It looked harmless enough. It was a small ball of energy with sparks sometimes shooting from it. When the company was 50 feet away Nev produced a small scrap of metal.
"This alloy," he said. "Is the strongest substance known to us. It should be able to withstand any force man-made or in nature." He threw it at the ball. It didn't even have a chance to get within ten feet of it before it exploded.
"Holt shit." muttered Sig. He took a few steps with his hand outstretched. Suddenely he reached back his hand in pain. "Son of a bitch is hot."
"It's not heat," said Nev. "It's eco... Dark Eco."
"How many are there?" asked Torn.
"We're not sure," said Nev. "At least 20."
"Mar...." wispered Ashelin. "Isn't there anyway we can remove or neutralize them?"
"Well," said Nev. "You could shoot them and destroy them but the explosion would knock out the main pillar and we'd lose a section of the city."
"What's the big deal then?" asked Sig, still rubbing his hand. "If we just leave them nothing'll happen."
"Wrong," said Nev. "They're all wired to be destroyed with a remote denoater and...."
"Gol has it," said Ashelin.
The company all looked up at the wall of earth above them towards the city and the Wastelands.
"Jak," wispered Ashelin. "Please."
Jak was beginning to wonder if this damned staircase was going to end. The staircase seemed to grow another two steps whenever he climbed one. The smell was getting worse too. A thick, musty stench was burning his nostrils as he climbed ever higher. His eyes were watering by the time the stairs finally ended. He wiped them and stared at the corridor before him. The path was wide enough for three men his size to walk shoulder to shoulder across it and there was an awesome number of doors on either side. Jak began to walk. He knew that Gol was here somewhere and behind one of these doors he waited for him. Somehow though Jak knew where to go. He knew what turns to take and what to ignore. Finally he stood before a door. It seem like anything special, it was just like all of the others but something attracted Jak to this door. He reached his hand out and slammed on the door three times.The door slowly creaked open and Jak strode in.
It was Gol's main chamber. The chamber had no real floor and a sea of bubbling Dark Eco lay restless under him. A narrow bridge led to a circle about 50 feet in diameter and another bridge led from it to a throne, fashioned from solid Dark Eco and sitting there was...
"JAK!" a voice yelled. Jak spun around and looked up. Keria was there. Being suspended in mid-air by a small ball of energy that seemed to shoot bolts of something out of it, eco Jak realized, Dark Eco.
"KERIA!" Jak yelled back.
"JAK BEHIND YOU!" she yelled pointing just as Jak felt something white hot graze past his ear. Jak sun around but slowed when he saw it. Gol was standing in the small arena powering up a ball of Dark Eco.
"Catch this Jak!" he yelled. Jak rolled out of the way and cursed himself for leaving his gun behind. He got up and walked to the arena and stood mere feet away from Gol. Gol who had captured Keria, Gol who had caused the deaths of hundreds of people in this city and in the world he left behind in the rift. Gol, the man who was now standing between him and Keria, the man he had to kill.
"Suprised to see me?" he sneered.
"No," said Jak cold and emotionless.
"Where's Maia?" he asked.
"Dead," spat Jak. "I killed her."
"Then your death will be much sweeter!" and with that Gol threw a punch at Jak. He caught him square in the jaw and threw Jak back into a wall, three feet into it. Jak body fell out and landed with a sickening thud. Jak struggeled to get up but was eventually back on his feet. "Without Eco," Gol spat. "You're nothing boy!"
Jak didn't answer but stood in front of Gol again. Gol threw another punch, Jak dodged this one but then Gol caught him with a kick in the stomache. Jak fell to the ground again at Gol's feet. The pain was nearly unbearable.
"Get up!" spat Gol as he kicked Gol's face. "Die facing me like a man!" Gol lifted him up by his neck and punched him in the stomache and let him fall again. This time Jak slid and landed close to the edge of the arena, nothing but air seperating him from the Dark Eco below. He rolled onto his side just in time to see Gol's foot collide with his face. He fell...
'I'm not falling for his games,' thought Jak. 'I know there's no way I can bring Keria out of this place safely, it'll be my life or her's I know it.' He spoke aloud to himself. "She's not going to die," said Jak with gritted teeth. "And neither am I!"
Jak walked down the corridors until he reached a large brass door. He balled his fist and pounded it three times.
BAM
BAM
BAM
The door opened and showed Jak a large winding stairacse. He took a deep breath and began his journey to the top.
Ashelin, Torn, Sig and Nev were underneath the sewers, following along some crudely carved pathway until they saw it. It looked harmless enough. It was a small ball of energy with sparks sometimes shooting from it. When the company was 50 feet away Nev produced a small scrap of metal.
"This alloy," he said. "Is the strongest substance known to us. It should be able to withstand any force man-made or in nature." He threw it at the ball. It didn't even have a chance to get within ten feet of it before it exploded.
"Holt shit." muttered Sig. He took a few steps with his hand outstretched. Suddenely he reached back his hand in pain. "Son of a bitch is hot."
"It's not heat," said Nev. "It's eco... Dark Eco."
"How many are there?" asked Torn.
"We're not sure," said Nev. "At least 20."
"Mar...." wispered Ashelin. "Isn't there anyway we can remove or neutralize them?"
"Well," said Nev. "You could shoot them and destroy them but the explosion would knock out the main pillar and we'd lose a section of the city."
"What's the big deal then?" asked Sig, still rubbing his hand. "If we just leave them nothing'll happen."
"Wrong," said Nev. "They're all wired to be destroyed with a remote denoater and...."
"Gol has it," said Ashelin.
The company all looked up at the wall of earth above them towards the city and the Wastelands.
"Jak," wispered Ashelin. "Please."
Jak was beginning to wonder if this damned staircase was going to end. The staircase seemed to grow another two steps whenever he climbed one. The smell was getting worse too. A thick, musty stench was burning his nostrils as he climbed ever higher. His eyes were watering by the time the stairs finally ended. He wiped them and stared at the corridor before him. The path was wide enough for three men his size to walk shoulder to shoulder across it and there was an awesome number of doors on either side. Jak began to walk. He knew that Gol was here somewhere and behind one of these doors he waited for him. Somehow though Jak knew where to go. He knew what turns to take and what to ignore. Finally he stood before a door. It seem like anything special, it was just like all of the others but something attracted Jak to this door. He reached his hand out and slammed on the door three times.The door slowly creaked open and Jak strode in.
It was Gol's main chamber. The chamber had no real floor and a sea of bubbling Dark Eco lay restless under him. A narrow bridge led to a circle about 50 feet in diameter and another bridge led from it to a throne, fashioned from solid Dark Eco and sitting there was...
"JAK!" a voice yelled. Jak spun around and looked up. Keria was there. Being suspended in mid-air by a small ball of energy that seemed to shoot bolts of something out of it, eco Jak realized, Dark Eco.
"KERIA!" Jak yelled back.
"JAK BEHIND YOU!" she yelled pointing just as Jak felt something white hot graze past his ear. Jak sun around but slowed when he saw it. Gol was standing in the small arena powering up a ball of Dark Eco.
"Catch this Jak!" he yelled. Jak rolled out of the way and cursed himself for leaving his gun behind. He got up and walked to the arena and stood mere feet away from Gol. Gol who had captured Keria, Gol who had caused the deaths of hundreds of people in this city and in the world he left behind in the rift. Gol, the man who was now standing between him and Keria, the man he had to kill.
"Suprised to see me?" he sneered.
"No," said Jak cold and emotionless.
"Where's Maia?" he asked.
"Dead," spat Jak. "I killed her."
"Then your death will be much sweeter!" and with that Gol threw a punch at Jak. He caught him square in the jaw and threw Jak back into a wall, three feet into it. Jak body fell out and landed with a sickening thud. Jak struggeled to get up but was eventually back on his feet. "Without Eco," Gol spat. "You're nothing boy!"
Jak didn't answer but stood in front of Gol again. Gol threw another punch, Jak dodged this one but then Gol caught him with a kick in the stomache. Jak fell to the ground again at Gol's feet. The pain was nearly unbearable.
"Get up!" spat Gol as he kicked Gol's face. "Die facing me like a man!" Gol lifted him up by his neck and punched him in the stomache and let him fall again. This time Jak slid and landed close to the edge of the arena, nothing but air seperating him from the Dark Eco below. He rolled onto his side just in time to see Gol's foot collide with his face. He fell...