thanks for the reviews so far. here's the next chapter. (yaoi warning later on-not in this chapter though)
"So…", Jak started, grinning at his little friend. "What should we do? Any suggestions?" he jumped into the hellcat parked around the corner of the underground hideout.
"Oh. oh! Let's go see Tess!" Daxter shouted excited, wagging his tail where he sat on Jak's shoulder.
"I knew it!" the elf laughed as he started to take off. "How does the headlights work? It's dark as hell out here…" while he pushed every possible buttons, the ottsel turned around, looking back into the dark alley. His little furry body stiffened as he listened for, what was that? A groaning sound?
"Ehh…Jak…Did you hear that?" he patted the other one's shoulder nervously.
"What?" the young elf looked up at Daxter, forgetting about the headlights. His friend's eyes were fixed on something in the dark. "Dax, what's wrong? A worried noise escaped the ottsel's mouth.
"Didn't you hear...", he was interrupted by a scream and fell of Jak's shoulder from the shock. When he was about to hide behind the hellcat, Jak ran off towards the underground hideout.
"Torn?!" he yelled into the dark while running. What if something had happened. Why did he care anyway? He could hear the running of paws behind, but didn't stop until he reached the door. Pushing it up, he stumbled in with Daxter behind. A cold wind came from the window in the corner and an unpleasant smell reached his nose.
"Yak! What is that smell!?" the ottsel held one hand over his nose, looking around the room to try and find some kind of clue. "Hey, where's the tattoo w…"
"Torn!" without noticing, his friend had found the older elf lying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The knife was put on the table, no traces of blood there. As he shook the other man's shoulders he got no response, but by checking his pulse, he could tell he was still alive.
"Whoo! I told you this guy was crazy Jak, first he sends us out to get killed, then he tries killing himself…!" he received an angry look from the elf and decided to shut his mouth.
"It's no bullet…", the blonde muttered quietly while examining the wound in Torn's chest. "It looks like…."
"…a claw?" Daxter's eyes widened as he watched the lifeless form on the floor, blood pouring over it.
"Dax, go and get Tess….", the little ottsel swallowed loudly as his eyes met two very serious ones. "Hurry!" the blonde showed the animal away towards the door.
"But…"
"No buts", he was almost thrown out of the room and into the dark outside. Jak wiped his forehead and was about to turn around, to head back to Torn when Daxter spoke.
"…He's not going to die…is he?" his eyes only showed curiosity and Jak sighed, walking down the stairs with heavy steps.
A few minutes later, Jak had succeeded to drag the unconscious elf up onto one of the beds. He waited impatiently for Tess to arrive, she knew a lot about first aid and stuff. Until then, he only needed to stop the bleeding.
"Damn…", he swore to himself, trying to wrap a bloodsoaked rag over the wound.
He started to panic as more blood smeared his hands and besides, he thought Daxter and Tess should've been back already. He glanced around the room, feeling his heart beating faster, feeling…a cold hand around his arm.
"Huh?" he questioned dumbfounded as he turned around. "Torn…are you okay?" thinking it was a stupid question, since the other elf was mortally wounded, he used his left hand to wipe some blood away from the other one's mouth. Torn tried to speak, but the pain stopped him and only caused him to cough blood.
"Schh..don't speak", Jak told him with a rather calm voice. In the silence, he could hear Torn's heart beating and his breathing becoming more strained. The older man closed his eyes slowly, a sigh escaping his lips. Jak felt so sorry for him, just recently, he'd been his usual mean self. And now he was just lying here, helpless. The blonde reached a hand out but quickly pulled back when he realized what he'd almost done.
Sighing, he sat there, waiting for help. He glanced around the room once more to notice that the knife was gone. His heart jumped as he raised, checking the table. No, it wasn't there. Suddenly, something that send a chill down his spine, made him turn around, one of the corners were suspiciously dark and as it for some reason moved, he could discern the knife reflecting the light coming from above.