Hello to all you J&D fans,
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Jak II characters, they belong to Naughty Dog.
This is the only note I will be writing, so I don't bore you with small talk at the beginning or end of each chapter. My first fanfic ever, so if you hate it I don't care, I might not even do another one. Yes I did complete the game and yes this fanfic has Jak II spoilers. I don't really care if you write a review, it would be nice, but don't feel like you have to.
Enjoy.
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Chapter One: In the Moonlight
The desolate ruins of the Old City were cast in shadows as the last of the sunlight peeked over the horizon. The moon, already looming overhead, waited patiently for the darkness to consume the sky. Jak sat on top of the old rugged hut that once served a purpose in the distant past. The light breeze was just enough to rustle his sleek yellow hair, and nip at his cheeks, turning them a light shade of pink.
He had sat there for most of the day and was glad there was still some metal-heads left, not only to shoot at every once and a while, but because it kept the citizens confined in the city. The citizens. They regarded him as the savior of the city, the one who defeated the metal-head leader, and the one true heir to the thrown of Marr. He couldn't deny that, at first, it was fun playing the hero, but the fact of the matter was that he was no hero. A hero is someone who risks their own life and puts the well being of the people before his own. He, on the other hand, had only done what he had done to get revenge on Barron Praxis, that torturous son of a bitch.
Jak looked up at the dark blue sky, the moon was full and showing off its entire glowing splendor. "Why me?" he whispered up at it. For a split second he thought that the moon would answer his question, but like everyone else it was silent. Letting out a long sigh, he shook his head, he was being silly, everything was as it should be.
'But then why do I feel so alone?'
Jak stood up and jumped off the roof onto the deck, making a landing that would have made gymnasts jealous. Taking his hover board off his back and jumping on it, he gracefully did a flip in mid air and landed on the toxic water below. The moonlight shown down on him like a giant spotlight, it was almost as if it was answering his question, reassuring him that everything would be okay.
* * *
The Naughty Ottsel was packed. People were still celebrating about the defeat of the metal-head leader, even though weeks had already past. Keira and Tess were busy serving drinks at the bar, Daxter was making his way towards them trying not to get stepped on by the many dancing pairs of shoes, and Sig was admiring his lovely peacemaker in his own little booth.
"HEY, DOLL FACE," Daxter shouted over the crowd, "WE'RE WAY OVER THE LIMIT, I'M GOING TO CLOSE THE PLACE DOWN FOR TONIGHT!!"
"WHAT?" Tess shouted back.
"I SAID I'M GOING TO CLOSE THE PLACE -"
BOOM, the place went silent, Sig, who had heard Daxter, shot out a scattergun blast at the ceiling.
"You heard the chili pepper, GET OUT." Said a standing up Sig with gun in hand.
In a matter of seconds the place was cleared. It looked like a yakkow stampede had gone through it. Wrappers and broken glass littered the floor, which was almost hardly visible, and the tables contained uneaten food and unpaid checks. Tess and Daxter looked at each other, and for once Daxter had nothing to say. Breaking the awkward silence, Keira looked around the room and asked, "Has any one seen Jak?"
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Jak II characters, they belong to Naughty Dog.
This is the only note I will be writing, so I don't bore you with small talk at the beginning or end of each chapter. My first fanfic ever, so if you hate it I don't care, I might not even do another one. Yes I did complete the game and yes this fanfic has Jak II spoilers. I don't really care if you write a review, it would be nice, but don't feel like you have to.
Enjoy.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
Chapter One: In the Moonlight
The desolate ruins of the Old City were cast in shadows as the last of the sunlight peeked over the horizon. The moon, already looming overhead, waited patiently for the darkness to consume the sky. Jak sat on top of the old rugged hut that once served a purpose in the distant past. The light breeze was just enough to rustle his sleek yellow hair, and nip at his cheeks, turning them a light shade of pink.
He had sat there for most of the day and was glad there was still some metal-heads left, not only to shoot at every once and a while, but because it kept the citizens confined in the city. The citizens. They regarded him as the savior of the city, the one who defeated the metal-head leader, and the one true heir to the thrown of Marr. He couldn't deny that, at first, it was fun playing the hero, but the fact of the matter was that he was no hero. A hero is someone who risks their own life and puts the well being of the people before his own. He, on the other hand, had only done what he had done to get revenge on Barron Praxis, that torturous son of a bitch.
Jak looked up at the dark blue sky, the moon was full and showing off its entire glowing splendor. "Why me?" he whispered up at it. For a split second he thought that the moon would answer his question, but like everyone else it was silent. Letting out a long sigh, he shook his head, he was being silly, everything was as it should be.
'But then why do I feel so alone?'
Jak stood up and jumped off the roof onto the deck, making a landing that would have made gymnasts jealous. Taking his hover board off his back and jumping on it, he gracefully did a flip in mid air and landed on the toxic water below. The moonlight shown down on him like a giant spotlight, it was almost as if it was answering his question, reassuring him that everything would be okay.
* * *
The Naughty Ottsel was packed. People were still celebrating about the defeat of the metal-head leader, even though weeks had already past. Keira and Tess were busy serving drinks at the bar, Daxter was making his way towards them trying not to get stepped on by the many dancing pairs of shoes, and Sig was admiring his lovely peacemaker in his own little booth.
"HEY, DOLL FACE," Daxter shouted over the crowd, "WE'RE WAY OVER THE LIMIT, I'M GOING TO CLOSE THE PLACE DOWN FOR TONIGHT!!"
"WHAT?" Tess shouted back.
"I SAID I'M GOING TO CLOSE THE PLACE -"
BOOM, the place went silent, Sig, who had heard Daxter, shot out a scattergun blast at the ceiling.
"You heard the chili pepper, GET OUT." Said a standing up Sig with gun in hand.
In a matter of seconds the place was cleared. It looked like a yakkow stampede had gone through it. Wrappers and broken glass littered the floor, which was almost hardly visible, and the tables contained uneaten food and unpaid checks. Tess and Daxter looked at each other, and for once Daxter had nothing to say. Breaking the awkward silence, Keira looked around the room and asked, "Has any one seen Jak?"