Chapter Fourteen: The Final Battle
I didn't know what had happened when I woke up. Everyone was crowded around me at the Haven City Hospital. "How ya' feelin'?" asked Michael. I thought for a moment. Boy, does my head hurt. "Well, I feel like I faced a giant Metal Head, lost, then got trampled by a herd of mad cows!" He winced and held up a glass of water. "Drink it. You'll feel better."
"What happened?" I held up my hands. What the hell? "My powers!" There were no claws, fangs, horns...Nothing! I'm...normal... "Tiffany saved you!" Tiff held her chin high and gloated. "It wasn't easy...I thought you were gonna' die right then and there!"
"But that still doesn't answer my question. What happened?"
"Well, when you recited the Prophecy, remember that mark they were talkin' 'bout? It turns out that you can't touch it! Dark can't defeat Light, but Light can banish Dark..." Then Jak took over. "It seems as if she's gotten rid of your powers, but we're not entirely sure..." Then back to Tiffany. "No, she needs them. Without them the city will be destroyed. We have to kill Vegar!"
"But how do I use my powers again?"
"Just try and concentrate!" said Jak. Hmm, never concentrated a day in my life. But like he said to do, I thought about my powers as hard as I could. Nothing. "Now let's think, what's the worst thing that's ever happened to you?"
"Daxter." He stuck out his tongue at me. Samos rolled his eyes. "Think harder."
"Waking up in jail?"
"'Atta' girl! How mad were you?"
"I was so friggin' pissed off I coulda' just...just-" With that I morphed into Dark Jordan. "Cool!"
"Now, think happy thoughts..." Michael... I instantly changed back to normal. "Great! Now let's go get Vegar!"
"Yeah!" I looked down at the bed. "Wait...What did you do with my clothes?" I was clothed, but in a hospital gown. "That, my dear child, is something for us to know and you to find out!"
"SAMOS!" I morphed back into Dark Jordan just as they left the room...
Once I finally found my clothes, it was off to the Wasteland. The only ones that came were Jak, Daxter, Michael, Tiffany, Sig, and me. While waiting for Sig to pull up in the Gila Stomper, Jak asked me what life was like in Tennessee. "Oh it was great!" said Tiffany. "Nothin' like hangin' at the Dipsy Doodle 'til your 'Dipsy Dead'!" I loved it whenever she put on her impression of a hillbilly. "Yup. Fishin', cattle ropin', it was the life! I tell ya', you can't beat goin' and throwin' rocks at the dumpster, no siree!" Everyone laughed.
"Hey everybody!" Sig pulled up. "Climb in!" It was sort of a tight fit, but we managed. On the way there Tiffany told more Tennessee stories while Jak and I thought over our attack. "Word is that he's got his own little base right here..." He pointed down at the map. "If we come from behind, we should be able to get past the guards. Once we're in...BAM! Vegar's history!"
I smiled. Revenge is so sweet. "Jak?" He looked like he was about to throw up. "You okay?"
"Y-yeah." I didn't buy it. "Uh, Jak?" Suddenly he passed out. "Jak! Wake up! Come on!" Everybody stopped whatever they were doing, even Sig. He parked the Gila Stomper and grabbed Jak by the shoulder. "It's a high fever," he said. "He won't be able to fight!"
"But I can't do this on my own! Neither can Tiffany!"
"I'm sorry, looks like he's just gonna' have to coach you from the sidelines..." I don't believe this... Who would've thought that Jak would suddenly fall ill at a time like this? Michael climbed up front. "Well, we can't just sit here, so let's go!"
"Michael."
"Yeah?"
"We're here..." He blushed and jumped back into the back seat. "I knew that..." The base was humongous. Its walls stood at least seventy feet tall. Each wall was held up by large pillars topped with turrents and guards. Several guards were situated at the bottom in front of the enormous door with fire arms aplenty. "This...might be tougher than I thought..."
"Hey! Get out of here!"
"We've been spotted! Michael! You stay here with me. Jordan, Tiffany, Daxter. You three go around back. Be careful!" It occured to me that I wasn't the most skilled fighters in the world, so the chances of me slipping up along the lines were high. "Mike, if I don't come back, promise me you'll take care?"
"Promise, Jordan. Promise. See ya', soldier!" He ducked under the buggy as a bullet rushed past his head. "Bye, Michael!" Now, time to get down to business! Vegar... Just the thought of him made me angry, which was just what I wanted. "RAAAAH!" Being Dark Jordan made me feel powerful. And I liked it. Ducking and dodging bullets, Tiffany, Daxter, and I made it to the back of the base without and casualties.
"Now what?" asked Daxter. Tiffany and I exchanged grins and picked him up. "H-hey, what are you doing?"
"Upsy-daisy!"we yelled, as we launched Daxter over the wall. "AAAGHHHH!" We waited a couple of seconds before giving him instructions. "Daxter! Is there some sort of button in there that would open a door?"
"There's lots of buttons in here. Which one do I press?"
"Do what I do," called Tiffany. "Push 'em all!"
"Okay!"
"Tiffany."
"Yes."
"That was so stupid-"
BOOM! "Great." Daxter had apparently launched a bomb. Michael! I sprinted off in the direction of the Gila Stomper. "Jordan, wait up!" I wasn't listening. There were more important things to tend to. When I got around the corner, I found the gang safe and sound. "Man, that was awesome!" screamed Mike. "This huge bomb exploded right in front of us and took out all of the guards!"
"Hey, guys! I think I found it!" The gigantic doors opened. "Well," grunted Jak. "This is it..." I nodded. "Let's show 'im what we're made of."
"Jordan, if we don't make it out of there, I just want you to know that you were the best friend I ever had," said Tiffany.
"Mine, too," agreed Michael. Oh, God. Don't make this hard! "Let's go!" Everyone ran towards the door. Sig had pulled Jak's arm over his shoulder to support him. "Jordan, before you go in there," he said. "Take this... You seemed to be interested in it a while back."
"Oh my God..." He handed me the Morph Gun. I switched from mod to mod like I had always dreamed. It was heavy, but I didn't show signs of dropping it. "Take care of it."
"I-I can h-have it?" He nodded and pushed Sig away from him. "I'm through with saving the world. It's your turn..." I truly felt like crying. This was a very sentimental moment, it just had to do with an extremely large gun. It was so touching that Ichanged back to normal. I hoisted it over my shoulder and tried to carry its weight. "Thanks, Jak..."
"Are you comin' or what?" Daxter was standing in front of the door with crossed arms. "Hurry up!" Sig slung Jak's arm back over his shoulder and began to run again. "Come on, let's get him!"
"Charge!"
"Give him what he asked for!"
When we got inside, all was quiet. All of a sudden, the lights came on. The place looked like an arena. It was like he was...waiting for us... "Ah, so you finally decided to show up, eh?"
"Vegar!" Another light came on at the far end of the arena. Vegar stood under it. "He's...human."
"That's right, my dear! The Precursors were very kind to me!" He waved his hand towards a small door. Out of the door came two guards holding a cage. TheOttsels were inside. "This cage was made to resist even the Precursor's powers!"
"Let em' go! It's me you want," I yelled. "Bring it on!" I cocked the Morph Gun and held it up with all my strength. Then I morphed into Dark Jordan, which seemed to make the gun lighter. "Oh, I won't be the one facing you, dear. My...friend will!" The doors behind us closed and the doors behind him opened. "Shit!" Making the ground shake with every step, the dragon slowly made its way into the arena. "Yeah, this is definetly going to make things harder..."
"GARRRRAGHHH!" roared the dragon, shaking a few of the lights down from the wall. "Come on, Tiff. It's up to us..." We stepped forward. "But I don't have a-" Sig threw his Peacemaker to Tiffany. "Oh..."
Switching the gun to blaster mode, I began to fire at his legs. This only pissed him off. He swiped out at us with his huge claws, but Tiffany and I jumped out of the way just in time. Tiffany charged up the Peacemaker and released it when it was fully loaded.
BANG!
It hit the dragon on the chest. Oh yeah, now we've done it. The monster once again struck out. I got lucky, but Tiffany was sent flying back towards the others. Sig caught her and set her down next to Jak. "Hello," she mumbled. Jak looked up from Tiffany and yelled, "Jordan! Use your Dark Powers! Hit him in between the eyes!" I won't let you down Jak! Summoning all of my courage, I charged at the dragon. Many times he tried to hit me, but everything he had to throw at me wasn't good enough.
Now I was at his feet. Once he almost stepped on me, but thankfully I escaped being crushed. I held up my hands and buried my claws into his skin. As I climbed towards his head, he tried to sling me off. "WHOOOAAA!" It was just like being at the rodeo, only I was the one on the bull. Finally, I made it to the top. "Nighty-night!" Then I emitted a blast of Dark Eco into his head. The monster closed his eyes and toppled over right on top of Vegar.
"NOOOOO," he yelled, but it was too late. I had won...
