A: N Hi! Everyone! This is my fourth fic! Yay! Sadly, fanfiction deleted my second fic so this is really my third and "A New Horizon" is my second sighs
Disclaimer: I do not own Jak and Daxter or any of the characters in this story. Naughtydog owns them all.
This is a "what if" story! It may contain a few SPOILERS so watch out!
Reviews will be much appreciated.
Off we go!
The Streets of HavenChapter 1: Haven Indeed
The rift ride was uncomfortable. The machine jerked from side to side as it hurled forwards. Daxter kept screaming. Jak just sat there gritting his teeth with Samos and Keira looking worried beside him.
"I want off this thing!" the ottsel cried as the force and pressure of the rift caused the rift rider to disintegrate. Keira screamed as the four of them were sent hurtling into an unknown destination.
"Find yourself, Jak!" Samos shouted at Jak, before a blinding light separated them.
In an foreign city, a gap appeared in the sky. Jak and Daxter were thrown towards the ground like a meteor heading towards a planet. Jak shot out backwards and landed on his back while Daxter came out on his front still holding a handle bar from the rift rider.
Jak staggered to his feet and glanced around with his mouth wide open.
This foreign city was nothing like Sandover Village at all. The air around him was polluted and a greenish grey in some places. Jak coughed as he took a breath. The buildings of this particular part of town were made of a dull grey type of stone or concrete. Steel pipes ran down the side of the walls past large metal doors. There were people dashing about in all directions and heavy traffic which stormed around above them.
The people here did not seem to care that they ran into each other. A few of them had already ran over Daxter. The ottsel sat there on the ground, grumbling to himself.
A lot of the citizens had glanced at Jak and his ottsel friend in distaste. They seemed to stare at Jak's clothes and shoes, making Jak feel unwelcome. It was obvious that he was not wearing the current fashion there. Compared to what the citizens were wearing, Jak's outfit looked no more than dirty old rags. His shoes were no better as they were just pieces of white cloth held in place by strips of yakow leather. (Author sobs)
The city was hardly inviting.
Daxter stood up off the floor and threw the handle bar to the ground violently.
"Ok. I swear. That's the last time I ever, EVER, touch any stupid precursor crap!" he said throwing his arms about in a fit. Jak frowned at him. Daxter could tell that he wasn't in a particularly good mood at this moment. Jak folded his arms and looked at the people around him. They kept staring at him rudely so Jak stuck his tongue out at them. After this, most of them went off in a huff, muttering things such as
"Vile creatures!" or "damned slummers!"
Men in crimson armour had noticed Jak and Daxter and stormed right up to them.
"You two are disturbing the Baron's "guests". Move along!" They ordered pointing their weapons at Jak's chest. Jak put his hands up to surrender and the guards put their weapons down. Daxter scowled at them.
"We'll be watching you closely", they said as they turned away. "Now you and your orange rat, get out of here!"
Jak nodded and ran to a corner of the street. He sat down and leant against a wall. Daxter followed and sat down beside him.
"Well, this was unexpected", he joked, smiling slightly. The ottsel's smile faded when he heard Jak sniff gently. Daxter looked up to see tears welling up in his friend's eyes. He'd always known Jak to be a bit of a softie ever since the day they'd first met.
"Hey, Jak. Don't cry buddy. I don't like it here either" Daxter said, signs of sympathy appearing in his voice. Jak picked the ottsel up and held him to his chest.
"We'll be ok," he said, trying to calm Jak down. Jak smiled gently and sat Daxter down on his lap. Daxter leaned against Jak's warm body. The young boy closed his eyes in an attempt to sleep. Daxter closed his too but opened them again when he felt a rumble from underneath him. Jak's eyes shot open and he started laughing. Daxter grinned.
"Somebody's hungry!" he laughed, rolling over. He didn't find Jak's torso very comfortable, as the boy was so thin. Daxter often said that Jak's stomach ought to be larger if he were to be able to sleep on it. Jak would shake his head at this request.
Jak picked Daxter up and put him on his shoulder. The boy stood up and looked around. Daxter pointed in a direction that seemed brighter.
"Try over there" he said pointing in that direction. Jak nodded and ran at a slow pace, as he was famished.
Soon enough, they approached a borderline where the style of building changed from being modern but dull to a run-down area of town. Jak and Daxter glanced around at the people here. Their clothes were of a poorer quality and their hair was a mess. Jak wandered about for a while, exploring the winding streets of this new place. The walkways beneath them were uneven and full of holes. He tripped a couple of times.
The scrappy terraced houses around them were made of stone and had wooden support beams. The wooden window frames were bent out of shape, as were the doors. There was quite a bit of graffiti on the walls and many of the dustbins around the place had been set alight. The mute bent over to read the graffiti. It was poorly written and hardly legible but he was able to read it. Jak looked at Daxter with a puzzled look on his face. He was obviously confused by what it had said. Daxter leant closer to the wall to read its scribbled letters.
"Down...with...Praxis?" he read. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Jak shrugged and moved on.
The two continued to wander around. At least they weren't getting as many glances from the public as they were earlier. Jak had begun to slow down and was now clenching his stomach. Daxter was now getting hungry as well. He had heard his belly growl earlier so he decided to look for food. He had a few doubts whether the food would be good in this place, as most of the people looked ill around him. Daxter slouched.
"It's hopeless, isn't it?" the ottsel uttered, beginning to lose hope. "Hey, wait! What's that?"
And with that, he hopped off Jak's shoulder and peered round the corner of the street.
"Is that what I think it is?" Daxter squinted so he could make out what the bunch of colours were. "It's food! Jak! It's a street market!" he jumped excitedly. Jak's eyes widened. He ran over to Daxter, who was beaming from cheek to cheek.
"Look over there!" he said pointing. Jak smiled but stopped when he saw people paying. He looked down to where Daxter was standing so he could warn Daxter about some sort of currency but the ottsel had vanished.
Jak's eyes scanned the area for something orange. It was then when he spotted Daxter by the fruit stall, reaching for a large juicy melon.
"Dax, no" Jak whispered under his breath, as he watched his friend make a useless attempt to steal a piece of fruit that size. Jak had seen that the market-seller had noticed Daxter. Jak expected to see Daxter get told off and shooed away but what he saw was worse. The seller had picked up a club and was violently swinging it at Daxter. Jak sprinted over to Daxter to try and stop the seller from injuring his best friend. The boy stood in front of the seller, who was nearly twice Jak's size, and blocked the attack with his hands. He then turned to Daxter, winked at him and pretended to shoo him away. Daxter winked back and ran round the corner.
"What'd you fink you is doin'?" the seller asked Jak, peering over the top of him. Jak just stood there with a timid look on his face.
"Say somethin', you little runt!" the seller boomed in his face. Jak frowned at this remark and clenched his fists.
"I was gonna crush that little pest an' you stopped me!" the seller said looking enraged and going beetroot red in the face. He then reached for his club once more in a ruthless attempt to pound Jak into the ground. The seller lunged at Jak, wielding his club high in the air. Jak ducked and punched him in the gut!
"You little bastard!" the seller groaned, his arms tucked around his large stomach. Jak grinned and stuck his tongue out at him.
THUMP!
Jak fell to the ground after receiving a rather nasty blow to the head.
After Jak regained his vision, he looked up to see a rather sorry-looking Daxter and a Krimzon Guard who holding a large gun with small electric prongs on the end of it. Jak sat up with Daxter's support and scowled at the guard above him. The guard took this as an offence and jabbed the electric prongs in Jak's shoulder. The boy let out a yelp of pain and lay down. He looked at his shoulder to see blood oozing its way down his tanned arm.
The Krimzon Guard raised his weapon once again to deliver another strike to Jak's head.
"This ought to fini-"the guard sneered before being interrupted.
"STOP!" A female voice called.
Well! That's the first chapter done. Let me know if you like it so far. I'll continue to write and, hopefully, post the next chappie soon!
Bye!
