Jak II Chronicles

by Neo Yi

Yes, a Jak II fanfic adaptation, but do more then merely adapt it. But enhance it. The First in my Blue Curtain Trilogy. Special Director's Cut editiom. ALL CHAPTERS ARE NOW REVISED Finally.

1. ACT 1: Across the Gates of Time

Jak II Chronicles
ACT 1: A City Under Siege
Chapter 1: Across the Gates of Time

Exploring, searching for new land, the thrill of adventure, that was my goal, to explore the world as much as possible. I couldn't stay still at my own home, always aching to go somewhere. The many wonders of the world have given me enough of a reason to risk my life to explore the great beyond. I took pride in my map making skills, the one compass that I've held onto since I could remember, and a usually a companion. Nowadays, I just go about it alone. After all, when your only companion is your son and he died a horrible death, you really don't want anyone else with you. Even go as far as reject any children. No more pain, I suppose. I thought that way for some time now. Just an explorer who felt the terrible pains of loneliness…
That is…until I met…the boy…

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Samos' Hut, Sandover Village
Month: Possible Spring Time
Year: 5235 BH (Before Haven)

"For every age there is a time of trial.
The rocks faced such a fire before they were the strength beneath our feet.
The plants braved vast winds before their roots could give us life.
As a sage of considerable years, I have known only one such great ordeal. Yet the hero it created was a champion of all time."

The sunny village of Sandover was always quiet and simple. The windmills adoring the village moved slightly as the gentle winds passed by. People woke up at the crack of dawn to fish, to farm, to build and balance their simple home. Surrounded completely by grasses, cliffs, trees, their most glorious sight was the magnificent ocean that stood next to the village. As the waves slowly crashed towards the cliff, the people of Sandover would admire proudly over their village. Over the freshly cut vegetables, over the top hill where you could view one too many sunsets, yet not enough to feel repetitive. After all, who could forget the oranges and violets and reds of the sky?
The village was best during this time of year, with more beauty and a sense of surreal ness then anything ever seen in the planet. The trees were starting to grow their leaves again and the grass got greener. Flowers graced every spot. The weather was warm enough to plant them, too. It was sunny most of the time and everything felt in tip top position. The warm, heavy clothes were off in favor of lighter ones. Vegetables and Yakows roam the land more freely. Birds have returned from their long migration and small woodland creatures were more festive. Ahh, yes, the cruel harsh winter has passed and spring has arrived. The people of Sandover knew spring was the time of planting their crops and hunting for fishes and other small creatures for eating and they did just that.
For the case with Jak and Daxter, it was time for their journey. Yes, Samos had sent them on two missions to retrieve two items: The Ruby Heart, and the Time Map. Samos said it was needed to open the portal gateway they found a few months ago. A giant precursor ring. Naturally, he sent Jak and Daxter to do the fetching. And so they went (after Daxter whined a considerable amount of times), and they delivered. Once Samos got his hands on them, Kiera, his daughter, took them and placed them on the machine she made known as a Rift Rider. She saw the very model of on it from old blueprints her father had, but never told her where he got them. Something was afoot, but that was a matter best left to be dealt with some other time.
"Alright, we can start the journey tomorrow." Samos announced, "Get packed and sleep well. I have a feeling this is going to end up being quite the adventure."
"Shouldn't we announce to the people where we're going?" Kiera asked, wiping her hands with a handkerchief to get rid of the black greases she got.
"I think it is better that we don't." Samos quickly answered, "Trust me on this one."

Samos was a small old man with light green skin and a log on his head, his white hair seemingly wrapped around it. His beard and mustache matched his hair color, both long and kept quite straight. A small yellow and blue bird graced on top of his log, never leaving far from it's designated nest. Wearing glasses that overemphasized his eyes, and plain clothing that certainly didn't feel right for one as high and mighty as he gives himself credit for, it's as if he kept a causal appearance despite his status. Samos was the perfect example of the Green Sage, one who represents and speaks with the trees.

"…Okay." Kiera was unsure.

The lovely daughter of Samos was a small, skinny green haired individual with matching green eyes. With matching violet/pink pants and white shirt combo (short that exposed her belly, giving her a rather sexy appeal), Kiera's looks were matched with her cute voice. An adorable girl she was, even when her face is stained with grease and oil, and even when her belt contained tools which ranged from small to outrageously huge. A mechanic she was, something quite rare for a girl in her village. No girls would build or fix vehicles and even step foot in mud let along turn up with grease on her face. She was a tomboy at heart, but the apple of Samos' eye.

"I wonder where this contraptions going to take us." Daxter banged on the machine.
"Daxter, cut that out!" Samos snapped, "If you kill this machine, you can be sure the next time I force chores on you, it'll be doubled."
"Alright, alright!" Daxter moaned, "Cut me a break, old timer."

Daxter was the black sheep of the entire group, mainly in physical appearance. Once a Precursian like the others, Daxter was now a small Ottsel standing a grand two feet. Orange and yellow in fur color; Daxter donned brown fingerless gloves and a pilot helmet, complete with goggles. With big, blue eyes, and a wide smile, Daxter was an expressive little figure with a horribly giant mouth, saying this and saying that. He still somehow retains a lovable charm to those near him, or least Jak somehow constantly convinces his friends and family to put up with him.

"I'm so excited!" came the ever optimistic voice of young teenage Jak. Only a child of 16, Jak's mind was often too curious. It would often lead him into trouble, "I wonder where this will take me."

Jak was the heart of the group, what with his wonderful personality. Nice, caring, and pure of heart, the boy was deadly honest; one wonders if they'd be sick and tired of his overall niceness. A well muscled boy, if not a bit skinny child, he had big, blue, sparkling eyes, and yellow hair with green roots sticking all the way up. Wearing bright blue clothing, it was suited so he could freely run and walk around at relative ease. The boy loved to explore and see new sights and new people. He had an optimistic voice mixed in with a British accent just like that of his uncle.

"Well, we'll see tomorrow, Jak." Samos smiled heartily, his voice hinted sadness, "Until then, I suggest you pack up. Oh…and one last thing…"
"Hmm?" Jak's curious face showed.
"Have a nice talk with your uncle, you should tell him how much you feel for him before we go." Samos' face felt guilty and his voice soft and calm, unlike his usual stern, hearty voice. Jak wasn't so sure why he would do such a thing (he'd be back, after all), but he took Samos' advice. Jak started to leave to go home and Kiera ran up to him after he and Daxter left to go their separate homes.

"So Jak, you excited?" Kiera asked. She knew it was an obvious question and that she would get an obvious answer.
"Of course! New adventures!" Jak smiled, "I can't wait!" Kiera lowered her head down and stared at the grass as the two walked underneath the moonlight.
"Kiera, what's wrong?" Jak asked, his optimistic voice now turned into concern.
"Oh, Jak, it's just…well…I lived in this village all my life and to suddenly leave it…it's something I don't do often." Kiera stared at her father's hut, "What if we never get back? I feel different this time around."
"Kiera, don't say that." Jak placed a hand on her shoulder, "Of course we'll return. And we'll tell people of our adventures."
"I don't know." Kiera sighed, "I just have this feeling something will happen once we reach wherever we're going."
"Kiera, this isn't like you. You're usually adventurous." Jak gasped.
"I know, I know, but I'm leaving home for what could be…forever. I NEVER did that before. We're entering something we don't know ANYTHING about." Kiera raised her defense, "So many memories buried in here. There's the water fountain where Daxter fell in when he was just a kid."
"Oh, yea, I remember." Jak smiled, "He tried to prove he wasn't scared to walk around the edge of the water well."
"And there's that cave we discovered when we were kids. " Kiera faced the cave not too far from the village, it has since been blocked by a giant boulder as too many curious kids wandered inside and came back traumatized.

Kiera turned her gaze to the sky, "We didn't go too deep because we were always afraid. Especially Daxter."
Jak nodded.
"And there…the orphanage where daddy adopted me. It was one of the happiest days of my life."
"Yea, there are a lot of memories here." Jak nodded, "I wonder why Samos wanted me to talk with Uncle and express how I feel for him. He seems to be hiding something. But I'll take his advice. After all, I might not come back for a while."
"Yea…"
"At least I get to be with you, Daxter, and Samos." Jak optimistically leaped up, staring at the sky as the sun started to sink to leave way for night.
"My daddy didn't want me to come, so I had to keep protesting until he agreed with me." Kiera smiled softly, "After all, we are the Gang of Three."
"Me, Daxter, and you." Jak laughed, "Yea, it wouldn't be the same without you!" Kiera joined in on the laughter which lasted until Jak reached home…

Jak's home was a small, simple one. A single two story hut, but with all the accessories a house usually has: bedroom, kitchen, living room, bathroom, etc. Maps graced all over the house, all drawn by Jak's uncle, from his explorations. Compasses and old books were everywhere, some his journals of his journeys. Jak would often sit down and read of his uncle's journeys or play around with his tools that he had for exploration. Growing up in an explorer's house, Jak knew a thing or two about survival out in the wild and would even accompany his uncle on some journeys. Naturally, as a result, Jak's uncle's room was filled to the brim with leather covered books, more maps, and paper and writing pens everywhere, with a red carpet lying perfectly on the middle of the floor. Quite unusual to be messy when he's often an elegant fellow himself.
Jak's room was more colorful: Some potted plants, a window view of the ocean, books of his own and even a writing desk where he'd spend time either doing his homework and writing what he felt like (he wanted to write his own adventure like his uncle, so he practiced everyday). A ball that he played with the others shoved under his bed, a couple of stuffed animals sitting atop his drawer, as well as a blue/green/violet colored carpet. Because he had a large window, Jak had a telescope in his room, given to him by his uncle when the old man witnesses the boy's love for the sky. Every night (well, every night as long as the night sky was clear), he'd eyed the pool of indigo mysteries, admiring every little twinkle in the sky.
Their backyard composed of a porch, complete with a table and four chairs, with a giant umbrella on top. There, Jak and his uncle would view the ocean till sunset, sipping lemonade and talking of what they did for the day. It may not seem much, but to them both, it was fulfilling.

Jak made sure he had everything he needed. His toothbrush, some extra clothing, towels, books, whatever he needed. He took a deep sigh as he finally took a small black and white picture of himself and his uncle, recently taken a few weeks ago. Both were donned in snow gear, so it was winter time when taken. Jak smiled and gently placed the picture in his backpack. A knock came during his packing, and Jak saw his uncle, his elegant cane in his one hand, the other on a doorknob. A small, short man with a bald spot, but with bushy yellow mustache attached to is hair on the side, almost seemingly tucked behind his ear. A monocle on one of his eye, blue sleeveless outfit, eyes usually half closed, the man looked a bit on the elegant and non elegant side, both mixed together.
"Uncle." Jak gasped, "Hello."
"All packed up, eh?" Jak's Uncle chuckled, sporting a somewhat snooty British accent (people often wondered if Jak was either born with that same accent or gained it because of him), "Oh, my boy, ever the explorer. I encourage that. It runs in the family. Well, I best leave you alone, I suppose."
"Uncle, wait." Jak raised his hand out to signal him to stop, "I wish to talk with you."
"About what?" Jak's uncle turned back to face him. Jak gestured him to sit next to him.
"Uncle…I'm going off on a journey I never expected to go to." Jak started, "And…and I have no clue when and how I'll ever return home. I just…I just need you to know that I care about you a lot. You took great care of me. I'm glad you're my uncle and I'm so lucky to have someone like you. You taught me so much and I can't thank you enough. Thank you for giving me a home, thank you for giving me food to eat, thank you for giving me love…I love you, Uncle. I'll miss you when I go away to wherever I'm going." Jak's uncle let off a small smile, coupled with slight twinkling eyes, almost as if he was about to cry.
"BUT I'll be back!" Jak quickly gasped, noticing his uncle's current expression, "That's a guarantee!" Jak's uncle smiled deeply and quickly ran up and hugged the skinny child. He started to sniff back his tears while Jak merely gave a look of confusion.
"Uncle, it's alright." Jak softly spoke, "I'll be back, you don't have to cry like I'm going to die or never come back…because I will!"
"………Don't make promises you can't keep." Jak's uncle spoke, almost in a whisper. Jak was in an even more confused state then before. He finally let go and continued to eye Jak like a proud father who just witnessed his son's first baseball game victory.
"My Dear Boy, wherever you go, whatever you did, I will be right here, in your heart, life or death." Jak's uncle spoke softly and quietly, "Never forgot those words. They are important. Don't let the darkness take over you, but don't let the light take advantage. Balance. And remember…just be yourself."

Jak merely nodded, again confused and he's uncle hugged him once more, tighter then time.

Jak later went to bed, although he didn't sleep immediately. Something in his heart was telling him something WILL happen. He thought of what Kiera said on that subject. Then he thought of his uncle's words. He slept as much as he could. What Jak didn't know what was going to happen, his uncle did…

…………………

The next day came fast and Jak, Daxter, Kiera, Samos, and Jak's Uncle were in the area where the portal rested, dragged over by the Jak and the others from the spot where they found it (and considering it was a long way home, the result left the duo exhausted).
"Well, I hope you do keep it a secret, all of this." Samos spoke with Jak's uncle.
"Of course, don't worry." Jak's uncle smiled, eyes closed, then he looked at Jak, who had on his eager face. Samos turned towards to Jak.

"It's for his own good." Samos softly spoke, "He's destined for something much greater then all this."
"I know." Jak's uncle lowered his head, "I just wish I hadn't grown so attached to him."
"Things will turn out alright…for the both of us." Samos patted Jak's uncle on the shoulder, "You'll see."
"Yes…perhaps I will." He nodded.
"Good-Bye, old friend. It was nice knowing you…while it lasted." Samos and Jak's uncle shook hands.
"Same here. Be safe and watch over Jak."
"You'll do good things for this world."

Samos, feeling confident that Jak's uncle would live through the pain he's currently facing, walked over to Jak and his friends.
"Today's the big day, Jak. I hope you are prepared, for whatever happens." Samos spoke. Jak nodded.
"I am." Jak had a determined face on.
"I think I figured out most of this machine. It interacts somehow with that large Precursor Ring. I just hope we didn't break anything moving it here to the lab." Kiera looked more then ready to go. Just last night, she was reluctant. As for the large Precursor Ring, it glowed heavily white from nearby. Connected with railed for the Rift Rider, it was a warp hole all the way. The entire thing was located near Samos' hut, but far away from curious Sandoverian's eyes. If they got near, Jak's uncle would "shoo" them away. Hiding such an object was not an easy one. It was gigantic.
"Easy for you to say! We did all the heavy lifting!" Daxter popped up, "And believe me, it ain't no easy fit with a body THIS size."
"Daxter, you didn't do anything other then yell, "Move it this way, Jak," or "You can do it Jak, keep trying." Jak came in, arms crossed.
"Hey, at least it motivated you." Daxter grinned.
"Yea, I bet." Jak sarcastically said, rolling his eyes. Daxter ran up to the machine and was about to touch the ruby heart which acted as the main button.
"Daxter! Don't touch anything!" Samos shaggy voice came to, and Daxter sighed, crossing his arms in disappointment. Samos then turned his attention to everyone else. "Though the Precursors vanished long ago, the artifacts they left behind can still do great harm."
"Or great good! If you figure out how to use them." Kiera's voice rang out. Leave it to her to bring out a positive note when Jak himself didn't fill that job.
"I've had experience with such things. I know you can make it work." And with that, the heroes sat on the seat. The machine was a complex mess.
It was almost like a car without wheels, or even a backside. More like half a car and half a hovercraft, a giant round machine on the back for the engine power. It rested on a track that lead right to the portal since the machine did not have wheels. The area where the heroes sat had the Ruby Heart on one side, the Time Map on the other. The Ruby Heart was a red, almost heart-shaped ruby, while the Time Map was an oval-ish object of Copper and Gold almost blended in together.
Jak slowly and almost hesitantly pushed the Ruby Heart to activate the machine and lo and behold, it did.
"Looks like Jak's still got the mojo!" Daxter leaped. The Time Map as a result, "opened" so to speak and small little orbs started to circle around the middle of the Time Map. Breathtaking.
"Interesting... it appears to be reading out some preset coordinates." Kiera eyed the now open Time Map. Before she could say anything further, the entire area started to shake violently. Jak's uncle fell and landed on his bottom.
"Uncle, are you okay?" Jak asked, yelling through the sound of the shake.
"I'm fine." He urged himself up. Things got worse when the portal started to glow a dark purple, like the color of eco. From the portal came tiny creatures, tiny dark creatures that flew. Tiny, creatures with small skinny wings and needle-like bodies.
"What in the-" Jak's uncle gasped. They started to spread everywhere.
"Aggggh! What are those things?" Daxter gasped as he eyed the monsters. Daxter clutched onto Jak's arms like a child to his mother. Jak, too was terrified. Where have he seen these hideous creatures before? His thoughts didn't matter right now when a deep, gravely voice came after the last creature flew off.
"Finally! The last Rift Gate has been opened!" came the gruff, almost echoing voice. Everyone was in a deep state of panic this time. Except Samos and Jak's uncle. They were more fascinated.
"So THIS is how it happened…" Samos gasped. No one heard him as he spoke rather quietly. Soon, it was only a matter of time before the monster reared its ugly head. Jak was ready to scream in fear. What WAS that THING?
The monster had an oval face, dark green and blue in color appearance, He had a lion-like mane and spikes sticking out from the side. His arms were big and meaty, only with a few claws here and there. His eyes were deep and yellow, glowing from the misty purple-like atmosphere surrounding them. And on its forehead was a shiny, glowing Golden Gem of some sort. The monster scanned the area around him. He couldn't see Jak's uncle well through the thick mist, but he did eye Jak.
"You cannot hide from me boy!" The giant creature pointed and Jak grew confused right off the bat. Aside from being accused of something he was not aware of, he could hardly even see the giant creature standing in front of him with the violet mists blinding his eyes.
"Do something, Jak!" Kiera quickly ordered in panic. Daxter took over by randomly pushing buttons.
"What's this do? Or that! How 'bout this one! Everybody, press all the buttons!" And they did. Jak pushed the main lever and the machine started to move straight for the monster since it was on a set track. They all screamed as they reached closer to the monster. And soon, they were engulfed in a brilliant white light.
The violet mist disappeared and Jak's uncle opened his eyes to see everyone gone. The violet mist no longer there, no little flying creatures, even the giant precursor ring along with the tracks Kiera built disappeared. Everything was just the way it was before Jak and his friends discovered the large ring some few months back. Jak's uncle couldn't comprehend what just happen a few seconds ago, let along what's happening now. Despite the normality, the main difference was that his nephew could have possibly been eaten by that horrible monster.
"No." he gasped, "Jak! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

…………………

The portal they went through lead them to a multicolor dimensional wormhole, a gateway between their
world and another. The monster was nowhere to be seen. The heroes were relieve of that part, but another panic took over upon seeing where they were and how fast they were moving.
"What was that thing!" Kiera struggled to ask. The machine rocked back and forth, causing her to stop talking and start gripping tightly.
"Hang on everyone!" Samos shouted.
"YYAAAAAAHHHHHH! I want off this thing!" Daxter cried out. He repeated this numerous times. Unaware of what they should be doing, the best idea was just plainly grabbing onto the Rift Rider and hope they wouldn't get separated through time, but of course, fate has a way of revealing its ugly head. The trip on the machine ended when a random bolt of lightning of some sort struck the machine. It was very powerful, enough to destroy the machine completely with one hit. The heroes fell out and got separated. Jak and Daxter on one side, Kiera and Samos on another. Jak could hear Kiera's scream.
"KIERA!" Jak shouted, trying to extend his arm to try and reach her, but a bright light from nearby started to blind the poor boy, refusing him to get once possible last look at her as well as Samos. The old Sage, with whatever common sense he had left, shouted towards Jak, "Find yourself, Jak!"
Then the two separated from Jak and Daxter who headed towards the blinding light towards them.

A brilliant wave of energy came upon a vast city and like a shooting star; something came crashing down the alley. A man saw the bright lights of this so-called "shooting star" and turned from his deskwork from his office to see what it was. Considering he was in a rather tall place, seeing a flying "shooting star" would be quite easy to see from there. The man was amazed. His almost metallic face eyed the "shooting star" as it crashed down. He was frozen for a good few seconds. Did he see what he just saw? For a good few minutes, he just stood there. It was the voice of another man who snapped him back into reality.
"Your majesty, did you see that?" The man was a lanky individual. His armor composes of a giant chest piece big enough to make any football players weep, a mask of some sort that resembled slightly like a bug that hug over his forehead like a visor, tattoos on his face, glaring yellow topaz eyes, and his striking feature, the fiery red hair. He was smaller then the man he called, "your majesty", but tall in average height for males his age.
"Yes…yes, I did." The bigger man responded, "Captain, take a few of your men down there and see what it is and bring it to me. If it's a living being, bring it to me alive."
"Yes, sir." The fire haired man bowed, then left. With a rather cocky grin, the skinny individual left.

Jak opened his eyes and coughed roughly. He landed on some garbage cans, but he was confused on what it was. All he knew that it was trash. They were in a small alley.
"Daxter?" Jak spoke hoarsely. He cleared his throat and tried again, "Daxter? Daxter?" Jak finally got up and looked around. He heard coughs behind him and saw Daxter, clutching onto a pipe of some sort. Daxter got up and saw what he was holding, then he threw it down and stared down at it, pointing to it.
"Okay, I swear that's the last time I ever, EVER, touch any stupid Precursor crap!" Daxter then eyed his surroundings, "Geez, where are we?"
"I…don't know." Jak slowly left the alley and he gasped. Daxter followed suit.
The place was huge. Everywhere they went, people of Jak's species zipped pass them in numbers. There were so many. Jak had never seen this many people and their clothes were strange as well. What were those things on the people's feet? They covered their entire feet! The air was filled with flying zoomers, some in different shapes and sizes then Jak knew of, some in the same familiar size he easily could recognize on. Neon signs graced some buildings or so. The buildings were huge, bigger then the huts back home and taller to boot as well.
"Jak…where are we?" Daxter gulped.
"I don't know." Jak started to take shorter breaths. His panic meter rose to the roof, "The entire…place…it has metals. Metals everywhere! Wuh…Where are we?"
"I just asked that!" Daxter shrieked, "This place looks scary!"
"Well, I can honestly say…we're not in Sandover anymore." Jak gulped, trying to keep him and Daxter calm. He then held the frighten Daxter and placing him on his shoulder, slowly started to walk. The people started to push him and made nasty remarks. Others teased about the weird choice of clothing he had and wondered why he didn't walk without shoes.

"People aren't very friendly here, are they?" Daxter muttered.
They didn't get far when they bumped into huge, hulking men in heavy red armors. Jak thought there were monsters until he saw flesh and skin from underneath the helmet. Now he wondered why they would wear such heavy armors. Won't they get hot underneath there? Jak then eyed one man in between the red armored men who didn't dress so heavily, but had a symbol on his chest that the other armored men don. The lanky man with the fire red hair and topaz eyes. He made his way towards Jak and Daxter, his small pistol raised above until it was next to his face. Jak was speechless. One of the men in red spoke through an intercom voice box of some sort hidden in the armor.
"Step away from the animal!" He cried, and panicky Daxter screamed in fear and ran away in all four.
"Forget the rat. The Baron wants him!" the fire red haired man spoke, gazing his attention to Jak who was completely surrounded by the red clan men. They were much bigger and beefier then he was and not knowing what to do, Jak just gave a scared, confused face and said nothing.
"We've been waiting for you!" The fiery red haired man spoke in a rather spooky manner. One of the red armored soldiers came to Jak and struck him with the back of his gun. Jak saw nothing but black and the faint sounds of his friend…
"Don't worry Jak! I'll save you before you know it!"

Two Years Later

The Fortress, Haven City
Month 5: Mair, Day 14 (Spring/Summer Time)
Year: 299 TOHM (Time of the Metal Heads)

"Dark Eco injection cycle complete. Bio readings nominal and unchanged." came the female voice of a computer. The metallic faced man was with the fiery haired man as they conducted countless experiments on Jak. 2 years, 2 long years have passed. His hair, no longer up, but sleeked down, his eyes, no longer soulful, but dark and ominous, he also had a small, green soul patch. The two years have changed Jak, possibly for the worse. After yet another dose of dark eco, he lied unconscious on the lab chair he was strapped to. The umpteenth time he received the injection and he still fainted. Jak thought he'd at least be used to it by now.
"Hhhppp. Nothing! I thought this one might be different!" The metallic faced men eyed the slightly unconscious Jak, "After all, he DID fall from the sky."
"He is surprisingly resistant to your 'experiments' Baron Praxis. I fear the Dark Warrior program has failed." The fire haired man spoke. The "metallic man" known as Baron Praxis threw a fit.
"Aaaagh! You should at least be dead with all the Dark Eco I've pumped into you!" Praxis grabbed onto Jak's hair, tempt to pull off the golden locks. Jak didn't do anything, he couldn't. The effects of the injections dizzied him.
"What now? Metal Head armies are pressing their attacks. Without a new weapon, my men cannot hold them off forever!" Praxis was just as frustrated as the fire haired man. Especially upon the mere mention of those dreaded Metal Heads. Jak heard him speak of that a couple of times and wish he knew what they were. From the Baron's description, they were vile creatures.
"I will NOT be remembered as the man who lost this city to those vile creatures!" Praxis practically spat on the fire headed man's face as he yelled. Then he stepped back and took a deep sigh, "Move forward with the final plan! And finish off this 'thing' tonight!" He eyed Jak when he said, "thing". The fire headed man nodded.
"As you wish." He leaned towards Jak, "I'll be back later." And the two left Jak, still strapped to the machine. He has been left in that strapped chair before. The first time he was in there alone, he almost went mad and howled with tear stained eyes, crying out for his uncle and friends. The entire area was torture. He was very afraid back then. Now, he was used to it. He just plain hated it, with a burning passion. He wanted to get out. He wanted to kill the Baron. He wanted to see blood. Never had he ever had these thoughts before in his earlier years. He was always pure of heart. His uncle taught him to always be that way, but Jak thought these impure thoughts. He wanted death upon the Baron. Take a blunt object and smack him on the area not covered in metal or take one of those "guns" he heard of so much and shoot him with it. He wanted revenge.

"Ding, ding... Third floor... Body chains, roach food, torture devices."
A voice! A voice he vaguely remembered! He was too dizzy to move and too tired. Soon, something was on top of him. An orange blur.
"Hey buddy... you seen any heroes around here?" It was Daxter and he took a good look at Jak and his expression was what Jak imagined, shocked, "WHOA! What'd they do to you?"
Jak said nothing. He couldn't speak. He was too dizzy. He wasn't quite sure if Daxter was merely a hallucination or real. He's been having those quite recently. Daxter wasn't going to put up with this though. He came closer to his buddy.
"Jak, it's me... Daxter!" Jak quickly opened his eyes and lifted his head, then flinched down. Daxter grumbled.
"That's a fine hello! I've been crawling around in this place risking my tail (he stomped near Jak's crotch), literally, to save you! I've been looking for you for two years! Say something! Just this once!" Daxter gripped onto Jak's shirt
I'M GONNA KILL PRAXIS!" The first thing Jak had said all day, all week, all month. He refused to speak much anymore…until now. Daxter leaped back and cupped Jak's mouth quickly.
"Shhhhhh! Quiet! Geez, now's not the time for your revenge or whatever. Right now, we gotta get you outta here." Daxter leaped off of Jak's chest and tried to remove the straps on Jak's arms.
"Just let me figure out how to open the security locks for your chair so…" As he did, Jak started to groan. He felt different. An unknown sense of pain and darkness lingering inside his body. He groaned some more as Daxter rambled on how to remove his shackles. He felt the change. So intense. He felt the blood rising in him, his body getting more darker by the minute. He felt more colder then usual. He felt the need to taste blood. He felt like an untamed animal. Jak growled loudly and all trace of purity left his body as he turned into something he never wanted to be. Daxter saw his friend's new change and screamed as he backed away in fear.
What Daxter saw was shocking to him. Jak's skin was pale white; his pupils was completely pitch black, his blonde hair now a striking white. His soul patch gray as well as his eyebrows. With two horns sticking out his head and long claw-like fingers, he was a demon.
"Or aaah... you could do it. " Daxter sheepishly changed his mind. As Daxter moved backward, Jak moved forward, flashing his canine-like teeth. His aim was Daxter and he walked slowly to strike the poor Ottsel and probably eat him raw. Daxter had nowhere to run as the area surrounding the chair was small and the bottom beneath it was deep down.
"Jak? Easy now. Easy buddy. It's, it's your old pal Daxter, remember? Take it easy! You can't eat me! You're a vegetarian, remember?" Daxter gasped, as Jak came close, "JAAAAAAAAAAAAK:
"AAAAGGHH!…" Jak was ready to strike at Daxter, until he stopped. Something stopped him. He saw Daxter and suddenly, memories flowed within. Memories of happy times he had with Daxter. He suddenly started to turn back after he uttered Daxter's name. Soon, he was completely himself again. He fell down and took a deep gasp. He repeated his huge gasps for a few seconds and Daxter came closer to him. He gave an angry look and cried out in a manner as though Jak's transformation was a common thing.
"What the heck was that! Sheesh, remind me not to piss you off!" Same ol' Daxter.

"Daxter." Jak spoke, barely ever speaking.
"That's my name, don't wear it out." Daxter grinned, then patted Jak on the back, "Come on, tall, dark, and gruesome. We're outta here!" Jak stood up, a bit wobbly at first, then he followed Daxter.
"I, uh, brought you some new threads. Put 'em on."
Yea, there definitely weren't home…
To Be Continued…

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Author's Notes (As for now, AUG. 2005, PLEASE READ, IMPORTANT): I ain't all that sure if you people who read my fanfics actually read my profile, but if you did, then you know that I've said I'd be re editing this fanfic before I start my third trilogy in the Blue Curtain Trilogy (the one titled, "Jak and Crash", the official sequel to both this fic and "Experiment Bandicoot"). Any who, for those who never did read it, then well, I'm telling it now.

So, yes, I am finally re editing this fic. I'm changing some stuff around, but don't worry, they're nothing TOO huge. I might add some new scenes and remove some, only because my writing has gotten slightly better and some elements work while others don't in this fic. Some changes being Haven being 300 years old then 500 as it previously was since the guys at Naughty Dog has stated it was 300 years (plus it really helped me when I was thinking of the previous rulers of Haven), other notable things are Jak getting a british accent (don't ask, I played WAY too many Prince of Persia: Sands of Time, I suppose), among others. Most of them are little in general, so incase you wanted to know, YOU DO NOT HAVE TO REREAD THIS FIC. But it'll help when "Jak and Crash" rolls out. Although if you are concerned on a certain part that was in that fic and not in Jak II Chronicles, know that I probably changed something in here to fit over "Jak and Crash."

With that said, I hope you enjoy the remake to newbies who are new to my fic or veterans who just want to waste a portion of their time wondering what I changed.