Chapter Eight: To Hell and Back

Saturday had come faster than I had thought. Jordan's funeral was that afternoon, and I was already at Mar's Memorial. Flowers decorated the whole statue from head to toe, and a beautiful ivory coffin lay at his feet. Two Freedom Fighters protected it. Tears rolled down my cheek one after another. Save it for the funeral, Tiff. So I turned and left without saying goodbye to my best friend.

What good what it do, she can't hear you...

Yes she can... "WHAT THE HELL!"

Presicley!

"Jordan?"

Mm hm, fresh from hell! I couldn't believe it. "Jordan? Wh-where are you?"

In your memories. I can talk to you as long as you remember me! "Jordan, wait!" It was too late. She had already left. Why death? Why Jordan? I knew that Jordan didn't deserve death. No part of her did. Except... Her darker self. That's why she was killed. That's why I was tormented so badly by those memories. It was her fault. I can talk to you as long as you remember me! "I will always remember her," I said to myself. "How can I forget her?" People walking past stared at me. Quit thinking aloud!

I'm back!

Jordan! How can I remember you?

Easy, just think of all of those good times while standing next to me. Oh, how pitiful did I look?

Pretty damn pitiful.

Shit, I was hoping to look pretty when I died. Ah well, see ya'! Then she was gone. I have to tell Jak. I ran through the streets calling his name. "Jak! Jak!" I found him in the bazaar with Mikey. Should I tell him around Mike? It doesn't matter, he must know! "Jak! I have something important to tell you!"

"Well, spit it out!"

"Jordan isn't dead!"


"So you're saying that if you go up there, and think happy thoughts about her, she can talk to you?" I'd just gotten through explaining it to the rest. "I don't believe you!"

"She talked to me! I know what she said!" Samos was staring at me like I was crazy. "Prove it!"

"Fine then! Hey, Jordan!"

What do you want? came the echoish voice. Everyone's mouthes hung wide open. Hurry up, Tiffany, or you'll be late for the funeral! She went away and the room was silent. "I-I can't believe it. She isn't dead!" I nodded my head. "Told ya'!"

"Well, let's get to the funeral!" The deal was settled. Once I went up to say my prayers, I would think of all those good times and everything would go back to normal. Or so I thought...


A large crowd was gathered around the coffin, mourning the loss of their beloved Jordan. While the people of Haven wept and prayed, I smiled the biggest smiles that I had ever smiled in my entire life. Some of the people stared at me like I was a heartless fool, but I didn't care, they didn't know my plan. Jordan sat behind the giant shoulder of Mar's Memorial, watching as the citizen's listened to the minister's speech.

"...and so we say our sad goodbyes to our trusted heroine, Jordan of America..." Finally. "Would her friends and family please step forth to say their prayers for the dead?" We all nodded and stepped forth. Mar stood towering before us with his mighty frame shadowing the coffin. As I peered inside, I could see that they had taken the liberty of closing her eyes and letting her hair flow freely in her face. Her once pale lips were covered with pink again, probably with make up or lip gloss. In her hand she held a beautiful flower that I knew and missed: the Iris, the state flower of Tennessee. I bowed my head. Oh, Jordan, you've been so kind to me. You've been the best friend that I've ever had! I hope that wherever you are, you're happy, happier than you were here at least... My body felt light. It's like...She's a part of me!

"Now thatyou've prayed, I would like to read off her death requests." Hurry up, we don't have all night! said Jordan, showing up for her own funeral."Her first request is that Miss Tiffany recieve all of her savings and banking acount..." Hm,I kind of like you dead Jordan!

Shut up. "Her second request is that her most prized possesions be kept safe by King Jak..."Does this mean that Jak gets his gunback. I could hear her sniffing. Yes. "Her third request is that the trusted warrior that fought beside her, Jordan, be released of all charges against him and that he has a home in King Jak's palace." The crowd began to whisper with wonder. I managed to hear one citizen say, "Wow, that girl must have been way over her head letting a criminal go. She probably would've let the whole prison go if she hadn't been killed." That's it, I'm gonna' open up a hundred year old case ofChinese whoop ass on you!

"You take that back you bastard!" I yelled, getting all of Haven City's attention. The man looked up from the woman sitting next to him and frowned. "Oops, I didn't think anyone could hear that."

"Guess again! Why don't you share it with the whole crowd?" Jordan jumped down from the statue, obviously disturbed by what the man had said. "Yes, do tell."

"Uh...um," he stammered. The boy seized him by the arm and pulled him out of the crowd. "Go on! Say it!"

"If she hadn't been killed," he mumbled. "WHERE THEY CAN HEAR YOU!"

"IF SHE HADN'T BEEN KILLED SHE PROBABLY WOULD'VE LET THE WHOLE PRISON GO!" he screamed. All of the citizens gasped. "That's right, you heard me. I'll bet she was planning to turn against the city! 'Our Savior,' the Prophecy says, well screw the Prophecy!" Three Freedom Fighters tackled him down to the ground. "She would have turned against us! I just know it!" he called as they dragged him away to the prison.

Mental, that one, mumbled Jordan. I shook my head and anwered. I'm just glad that I can talk to you!

You can not only talk to me, but I'm a part of you now! I can even see what you see!

Does this mean you're going with me on my dates.

Mm hm!

Damn it!

Shhh, there's more requests! "And her last request is that she be buried with the Sacred Pearl..." The crowd began to whisper again. Jordan! What did you do that for?

You'll see if you go get it...Just don't bury me yet! "Listen to her request!" I shouted. "Do it for the Spirit of the Beast! She deserves to have what she wants!" Haven City nodded in agreement. "I say we get that pearl!" Captain Garret stepped up with Jordan behind him. "We're with you all the way!" A cheer arose from the crowd as we closed the coffin and turned to the minister. "Don't bury her. We'll be back in less than a week!" Garret, Jordan, Jak, Daxter, and I left the funeral and began to pack our things for the journey. "Just one thing, Jak."

"What's that?"

"Can we drive there?"

Yay! A new adventure! Hang tight for the next chapter! It's been almost a couple of months since I've been on fanfiction, so I've decided to get myself a muse!

Yay!

His name Ham!

Pig jumps out from behind my computer.

Ham: Hello, everyone! My name is Ham! I will be commenting Jordan's stories and how much they stink...I mean rock!

Jordan: I heard that!

Ham runs of squealing.

Jordan: Next time, I'm getting a cow...

Ham comes back.

Ham: You wouldn't really replace me would you?

Jordan: Of course not!

Jordan and Ham hug.

Awwwww!