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Taming the Darkness – Chapter 4 - Escaping
It had been one of those missions again—one where, in the end, the result rarely ever helped Jak even though Krew said it would. His latest mission had involved a zoomer, KGs, and Jak's ability to run them over. The only reason he had done this was because there was a guy who was paying Krew to have the KG "handled" temporarily…And Krew told him if he helped out, that information on the main power conduit would be his.
All Jak got was another vague spot to go search at.
He really hated this city sometimes.
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It had actually been easy to find out where the inhibitor was located. All Jak had to do was beat the ever loving sense out of one KG who ran the main power lines near the palace.
After that, it had been quite easy to traverse back to the industrial district, break into what amounted to a vent shaft, and shimmy his way to the inhibitor location.
Jak smiled at the glowing brace that was wrapped securely around the main power source and reached into his pocket to pull out a key card. "This had better work." he said to the air around him, and promptly slid the key into the small slot over the keypad on the switch.
The lights running down the key pad's side blinked and with a hiss of air, the large inhibitor circlet unhooked and fell to the ground with a loud 'clank.' He grinned proudly as the large conduit flared back to life, its dull lights now glaring brightly into the dark room around it.
Jak let out a small cheer before turning tail and hauling ass out of the small room.
Just hang on Dax. I'll be there in no time.
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Myr watched as his precious Lanya was roughly pushed down the stretch of hallway, and couldn't help but think how he'd love to kill every guard that had ever touched her.
Her dark hand was lifted and pressed to a still slightly oozing wound on her shoulder, and drying blood still caked her arm and even her cheek. She was beginning to look pale, and Myr knew he'd have to get her help soon or she very well might collapse.
Once they put her in her cell there wouldn't be a guard close enough to touch her…then he'd get them out of this mess.
Sure enough, when they reached the cells they were to be locked in, Lanya was shoved harshly through the doorway and the door was locked shut behind her.
Myr smiled.
Before any of the guards were able to even try and move him to his cell, he had already attacked. The dark eco that coursed through his veins burned with pure anger. One guard turned only to have a clawed hand smash through his face visor, shattering the glass and crushing the metal against the man's face. He fell without a sound and Myr went for the other three.
His physical body never changed, but his mind became darker. He controlled the darkness, not the other way around, but he couldn't help but feel the overwhelming influence it had on him.
Amidst the sounds of broken metal and bones, he was very aware that he loved every moment of the carnage.
The last guard put up a valiant fight, bringing out his hand gun and shooting at Myr like there was no tomorrow. One round sliced through Myr's loose pants, just grazing the skin beneath. Myr whirled around eyes blazing and, with a loud growl, took a flying leap onto the guard, his hands gripping the sides of the helmet.
The guard barely had time to register what Myr was doing before the Dark Sage snapped his neck like a frail twig.
After the chaos Myr just sat there trying to regain his wits and fight back the ever present anger he had channeled.
He would have just liked to sit there forever, but a soft voice broke the eerie silence and brought him back. "Myr? Myr…what's happened?"
Myr looked over his shoulder almost sadly. "I've taken care of our watchers." he said almost deadpan, his voice toneless.
"Get me out." It was a simple command that he had no problem with following. Her voice told him everything he needed to know at that moment. She hated when he acted like such an animal, and she knew exactly what had happened before she had asked. He knew she did. She just wanted to make sure he was back to himself.
Searching the bodies of the fallen guards he was able to scrounge up the key to her cell and promptly let her out. She looked more than a little upset.
"Why didn't you just tell me you were going to do this? I could have helped." For a moment, that single question made Myr want to cry. She sounded so hurt, so emotionally wounded.
But even then he couldn't help but laugh, and laughed even harder at her disbelieving look, taking her in his arms and hugging her close. "You were weak from your wound and I didn't want you to spend much needed energy on trying to protect my sorry hide!" She sighed and pushed away to look up, her eyes falling on his forehead, as she was still staring into his aura.
"That the real reason?"
"Honestly?" She nodded. "I didn't feel like being bested by you today."
Lanya smiled up at him. "Good answer."
Myr kissed her gently, forgetting completely where he stood. "Let's get the hell out of here! Maybe we can…"
"Maybe we can find Daxter's friend?" Lanya finished hopefully, her eyebrows knitting together anxiously.
"You read my mind." Myr scooped her up and held her close to him, one arm under her knees and the other behind her back. "But first, we have to find you a doctor to stitch that gash up!"
"Tis merely a flesh wound!" Lanya said dramatically as Myr turned and hurried down the hall, hoping not to run into any Krimzon Guards before they reached their exit.
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It had taken them no time to find the main exit, Myr only having to get through a small handful of guards before reaching it. The door slid soundlessly open, dumping them off near the slums. As it closed, they heard the sound of multiple locks clicking into place and a computer voice sounded stating, "You must have a pass for this area."
Lanya sighed against Myr's shoulder. "I guess we won't be able to get back in."
"Not at the moment. But I think we better keep our eyes," He looked down at Lan's annoyed expression. "and other…ah…various senses on the lookout for this Jak fellow that our small friend seems to care about so much."
"Right."
Myr sighed and looked around at the trudging populace of the slums. "Now for the daunting task of finding someplace we can get you help."
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It had taken nearly all day for Myr and Lanya to find anyone willing to help them. And whenever they did find someone useful, they always sent them on some weird hunt for someone else. It was quite unnerving.
Myr grunted and shifted from foot to foot, gripping Lanya's waist tighter as they made there way down an alley that seemed to be a dead end. Lanya groaned and Myr looked down at her pale pallor and slumped figure. "Dammit!" he hissed upon seeing the dead end. "What the hell do these people think we're looking for?! All I wanted was a Precurser-Forsaken med-lab!!"
"Well we've got the only med-lab this side of Haven." growled a rather gruff voice from behind them. Myr spun around, taking Lanya with him in a quick 180.
The man in front of them glared quite pointedly at the two of them. "Can…Can you please help us then?" Myr raised his eyebrows hopefully. The man only sneered.
"If we helped every sorry lump that came stumbling through the allies, we'd be knee-deep in dead weight." Myr frowned. "Give me one good reason why I should help you with anything?"
Myr clicked his tongue in annoyance and lifted Lanya back into his arms. "How bout I give you three?" The man smirked, his tattoos moving as he did so. "One: She's been like this for hours and I don't know how long she can hold out, two: We just had to fight our way out of the Baron's Palace and would be most grateful if this damn city WASN'T the death of us…Which brings me to point three: We have to find someone for a friend of ours who's in A LOT of trouble…So if you wouldn't mind getting off your high horse and extending the slightest bit of hospitality to us, we'll be sure and not clutter your floors for too long!!" Myr was panting now, his pale skin flushed. He heard Lanya's weak chuckle.
The man before them only let out a gravely laugh before ducking through a graphitized door, his hand waving them inside.
Myr let out a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down before he followed. The room he found at the end of the staircase was not very big, but it was mainly filled with bunks and a large planning table. There was a door off to the right that probably led farther into the surrounding buildings.
The tattooed man turned to face them and waved his hand to one of the nearest bunks where Myr gently placed Lanya.
"You wouldn't happen to be the dignitaries from that Misty Island would ya?" He smirked again.
"Yeah? What of it?" Myr began to pull off Lanya's gloves and push her dress sleeves down so he could fully see the gash on her shoulder.
"Just wondering is all…and wondering what you could have done to warrant an escape."
Myr tensed. "Are you going to help us or not?"
"Fine. Whatever." The man walked purposely to the door off to the right of the room. Opening it wide he hollered into the dark depths for someone named Tess. It was only a moment before a young woman with bright blond hair and a rather bubbly attitude came waltzing in the room. "Tess?"
Tess turned and smiled, not even seeming to notice the two newcomers. "Yeah Torn?"
"Could you please fetch a green eco jar?"
Tess blinked and looked him over before turning around and looking over the room, her eyes landing on Myr and Lanya. She gasped, a hand flying to cover her mouth. "Yeah, sure!" Without another word she turned and sprinted out of the room, returning moments later with a small thimble-sized bottle filled with what could only be green eco.
Myr looked on in surprise. "You're really going to let us use this eco? Even though there's a shortage?"
Torn smirked. "We stock pile the stuff…just in case any sorry lumps come stumbling down our alley." Myr couldn't help but smile and turned to watch Tess as she gently tipped the small amount of precious eco onto Lanya's gaping wound. Before his eyes the wound began to close up, the dried blood cracking as the skin pulled together and sealed itself back up. Myr ran his fingers over Lanya's brow, who only smiled sleepily.
"Rest Lanya. We'll start out search for Jak tomorrow." Lanya nodded and within seconds had drifted off into much needed sleep. Myr stood up and turned to look at Torn. He gave the tall Sage an odd look.
"Why the hell would you guys be searching for Jak?"
Myr twitched. "You know Jak?"
"Know him? I ask that guy to put his ass on the line almost everyday!"
"And what an ass!" Tess giggled. She blinked almost surprised at Torn's rather odd look and then giggled again before picking up the empty jar and bustling out of the room like she had never even been in there.
Myr waved his hands in front of him as if warding off something nasty.
"You're telling me that this Jak works for…" He looked around. "Whatever you have going here?"
"We're the Underground. We're working to stop the Baron…"
"Good luckwith that." Torn glared. "Ah…sorry. Lanya and I are in the same boat. Wait. Kay, look! Does this Jak that you say works for you have a friend by the name of Daxter?"
Torn got a disgusted look on his face. "Yeah…a little orange rat that clings to his shoulder all the time."
Myr grinned happily and fought back the urge to shake Lanya awake to tell her the news. They were one GIANT step closer to helping their friend out of his rather precarious situation. "Thank the Precursors!!" Myr clapped his hands together happily.
"Why exactly are you looking for him anyway?" Torn leaned back on his table and raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"Cause I know where the Baron is keeping his friend." Torn nearly fell over.
"How would you know that!?"
Myr looked uncomfortable for a moment. "Mainly cause we were supposed to help in his…ah…'treatments'."
"WHAT!?"
"Yeah…not to grand a reason, but it's true." Myr scratched the back of his neck anxiously as he looked up to see the pure anger rise in Torn's eyes. Why did this man make him feel so small…so incompetent and…and so guilty? "But that's why we left, that's why we tried to help him!" Torn seemed to relax a bit at that. "We decided NOT to help Praxis with his dark eco treatments and were in the middle of getting Daxter when we were caught. I'd still have gone through with it…but Erol and his damn guards were too close to Lanya and…"
Torn held up a hand, his eyes closing for a brief moment before opening slowly to look Myr up and down. "I understand. You don't have to explain any farther. But how did you know about Jak?"
"Daxter mentioned him quite…amicably before things got ugly."
"And you two are just a couple of good Samaritans, eh?"
Myr sighed and made his way over to stand in front of the small furnace in the top left corner of the room. The small heat coming off the surface was enough to knock the chill off the tips of his fingers. Myr shivered. "What they were planning on doing to him was inhumane."
"Even for a—"
"Even for a Dark Sage." Myr looked over his shoulder at Torn for a moment before turning to face him. "Just because I am the only Dark Eco Sage to emerge in three decades doesn't mean I am an evil person."
Torn raised his hands in a show of surrender. "My mistake."
Myr wrung his hands together for the longest moment, his fingers slowly warming up. When had it gotten so cold? Was it because of the loss of sunlight? Or was his sense trying to tell him something was going to happen? He sighed. "Do you have any idea if
Jak will even be back within the next day?"
Torn had opened his mouth to reply when the Underground's main entrance opened with a grating whisper. Speak of the devil. Torn mused and motioned matter-of-factly in the direction of the frantic elf now barreling down the stairs towards them.
Jak leapt the last couple of steps and took off towards Torn. It took him only a moment to catch his breath before he began to talk.
"Torn! I was able to get the power back on for the elevator, but I was wondering if you had any extra rounds for that gun mod you gave me?" Jak looked suddenly at Myr, his sharp eyes searching the sage's face for something that Myr was very unsure of. "Who are you?" He turned to look at Torn who only scoffed.
"These two drug themselves all over Haven City just to meet your royal pain-in-the-ass." Jak looked at them quizzically and leaned slightly to his left to look behind Myr at the still slumbering Lanya.
"And why is that exactly? I'm kinda busy."
Torn gave a deep, guttural laugh. "Apparently these sages have information on the whereabouts of your little orange 'shoulder pad'."
Jak's eyes widened. "Daxter!? You know where Daxter is!?" Jak lunged forward, wrapping his fists into the front of Myr's robe and shook him smartly. Myr waited a long moment for his vision to stop spinning before he answered.
"If you shake me like that again, I might forget!'
Jak looked slightly embarrassed and let go of his robes. "Sorry."
"No worries. Now…about finding your little friend…"
End O' Chapter 4!!
Hope it was up to code!
Next time on TtD: hmm…I see a rescue being planned and carried out, I see torture and pain, I see happy smiles and warm hugs, I also see…what the hell…OO ::giggles:: Wait and see!!