Dark-Wolf91: Heya! Did you miss me? Anyhoo . . . I bring you another chapter of this Torn and Keira fic. I'm getting really obsessed with the couple. They're just so cute together! I like Jak and Keira together too but I'd say I'm more of a Torn/Keira fan. :sigh: Let's get on with the story! There's a little bit of surprise in store for you guys. :wink: And as I promised, there's definitely more action on the next few chapters, and more um . . . angst and decision making and uh . . . stuff like that. Enjoy!
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Redemption
8
The Hooded Figure
Jak's POV:
Ashelin's words echoed through my head. To tell you the truth, they bothered me. She loves Torn so she wouldn't try to bring him back because she was happy. I understood that part. She also suggested that if I loved Keira like she loved Torn, I would leave the two alone. It was confusing. I loved Keira. Would I just allow myself to watch them end up together? Should I just pretend to be happy for them? Hell. I can't do that. I won't just sit by the shadows and watch. I'll bring her back to me. No matter what! I won't allow for someone to take Keira. She belongs in my arms. Not Torn's.
I stood up, frustrated and confused. I sighed and headed home.
Home. Crap. What home? I thought for a moment and realized in shock that I didn't have a house in Haven City anymore. Right after I moved in the palace, I gave my apartment away to Daxter and Tess since I was living with Ashelin. And now . . .
Where was I supposed to go? Sure, I could always go back to my palace in Spargus but I wasn't ready to go back yet. Besides, if I was to keep watch over Torn and Keira, I had to stay here in Haven.
After thinking about it, I decided I would ask Ashelin if I could stay in the palace just a few more days, until I find a new apartment to live in that is. I nodded to myself. Right. I would ask her if I could stay. If she said no, I could probably stay with some of my other friends. Daxter and Tess perhaps.
As I was crossing the street to the palace, I saw a hooded person nearby. I couldn't tell from his face, but there was something horribly familiar with the person. He turned away and headed to the other direction.
I narrowed my eyes after the person. I couldn't think about it now, but I felt I knew the person from somewhere.
Author's POV:
The hooded man smiled in delight recognizing the expression on the young hero's face. He turned away from him, before the hero recognized him. That was right. Jak did know him. He was what you would say . . . an old friend. He had been looking for the commander, expecting him to be by the palace. He realized too late that the commander took a day off to spend time with the green haired mechanic.
He reached his hideout a few moments later. He smiled as he noticed the old photos and posters of him hanging by the wall of the ruined stadium. Those days had been the greatest. Everyone adored him. His life was going perfectly until . . . until he met her. His life started going horribly wrong. He had fallen for her and what does he get in return?
She had to pay. It was a mistake to fall in love with her. He wanted to impress her! All he ever wanted was for her to be his. It would've happened too if the hero hadn't come. He would get his revenge.
The hooded figure pulled down his hood to reveal smooth tan skin, bright orange hair, thin and curt smile, and a pair of red, malicious eyes. He smiled and ran a hand over his hair. He picked up a photoof the woman he was obsessed with. He smirked and ran a finger over her lips. Soon . . . really soon . . . she would be his again.
"Keira . . ." he sighed her name, trying to remember how her lips felt against his. Before he could start daydreaming about her again, his communicator rang. He picked it up, annoyed with the intrusion.
"Erol."
Erol's POV:
I threw the communicator down on the bed, annoyed by that thing that had just called me. Who the hell did he think he was, ordering me like that? Sure, if he hadn't popped out of anywhere and saved me, well . . . I would be dead now right?
I guess I had to be grateful for him but it was just really odd.
I would love to see the expression on Keira's face when she finds out I'm still alive. Just before the Dark Maker ship exploded, the master pulled me out, saving me. He brought me to a weird place. Somewhere I didn't recognize.
He took this green stuff, and placed it all over me, muttered a spell, and the next thing I knew I was back to my old self. I was rid of that metal stuff I called a body.
"What do you want the most brave warrior?"
"Revenge. I want that wench of a woman, Keira Hagai to be punished. But . . . I also want her for myself."
The strange man laughed. 'Then you will have her and the revenge you want. On one condition."
"What is it?"
"You must destroy her."
At first I didn't understand what he meant, but know it was crystal clear. I glanced back down at the picture of my beautiful beloved. I will have her soon.
Keira's POV:
I sighed as I watched the beautiful sky from my bedroom terrace. Today had been a perfect day for me. I sighed lovingly as I remembered the way Torn smiled at me . . . the way he wrapped his arms around my waist . . . just . . . everything.
I was about to close the terrace doors when I noticed a hooded figure looking up at me from across the street. I felt a shiver ran down my spine as I saw the hooded figure staring up at me intently. The person waved and turned away. My heart pounded against my chest. Who the hell was that person?
Erol's POV:
I smiled to myself as I saw my beloved coming out of her room. She paused to look at the stars. Typical. Sweet innocent Keira . . . I sighed. She looked down at me, and almost immediately, shock, fear and a hint of curiosity passed through that beautiful face of hers. I waved at her and turned away . . . perhaps I would return tomorrow . . .
Torn's POV:
I was about to unlock my apartment door when I noticed a figure standing close by. It was Jak. I frowned. What was he doing here?
"What's the matter Torn? Aren't you glad to see me?"
I glared at him. What was he trying to do? I was about to walk away from the damn bastard, trying to control myself because I wanted nothing more than to beat the crap out of him. I turned away . . . and then he attacked me. He punched at me, tackling me to the ground.
I kicked him, trying to push the idiot off of me. I was about to succeed if he hadn't slugged me in the face. "How dare you! How dare you make her fall in love with you?" He pulled me up and threw me down the ground like a rag doll.
How dare I? I stood up and released all the anger I was holding for him. I lunged at him and continually punched at his face, not caring if I killed him. "DON'T YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! IF THERE IS ANYONE TO BLAME, BLAME YOURSLEF! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF HERO! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO TOOK THE WOMAN I USED TO LOVE AWAY FROM ME! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO HURT KEIRA! YOU IGNORED HER, YOU WERE THE CAUSE OF HER TEARS! I HATE YOU!" I took him by his hair collar and pushed him into the water, grabbing him by the hair and attempting to drown him. I wanted to kill him! He was the cause of Keira's tears, and I hated him for it.
I pushed him down, watching the bubbles form in the water. I could feel him struggling against my grasp. I pulled him to the surface and punched him hard in the face before submerging him underwater once more. I pulled him to the surface once more and punched him even harder than the first time. "But you know what? I thank you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have found Keira . . ." I closed my eyes and tried to think of a reason as to why I shouldn't kill the bastard right now . . . then . . . Keira's face appeared in my mind. I reluctantly let Jak go and watched as he pulled himself out of the water. I glared at him and left him, missing that glint in his eye.
The next thing I knew, I was being attacked by Dark Jak. I took out my gun, knowing that if I didn't kill him first, he would kill me. He growled and slapped the gun out of my grasp, taking me by the neck, trying to squeeze the life out of me. I coughed. My vision was starting to get blurry. I could feel myself drifting away. "Keira . . ." was the last thing I remember saying before I slipped into the darkness.
Jak's POV:
I saw red. I could feel my dark side rising to the surface. I lost control and let my dark side take over. Even though my mind was clouded with fury, hate and anger, I was still there. I knew what was happening. I lunged at Torn and slapped the gun in his hands away. I pulled him by his neck and started squeezing the life out of him. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! He deserved to die! I watched in pleasure as he plunged into unconsciousness. If he wasn't around anymore, Keira would love me again. I would kill him now. He needed to die.
"Keira . . ."
I froze as I heard her name coming out of his mouth. I blinked away the hatred and composed myself, regaining control. Torn had fainted and I glanced down, feeling guilty for the damage I had done to him.
How could I do this to him? I took in his bloody sight. There was so much blood . . . how could I do this? He was my friend! Keira . . . I loved her so much I couldn't stand to see her with another man. Not Erol, not Torn . . . or any other man for that matter. I was so selfish . . . I wanted Keira to be happy . . . yes! I did! But if I took away the love of her life . . . wouldn't that upset her more? But . . . I wanted her to be happy . . . with me!
I glanced at Torn, and guilt immediately clouded my conscience. I stood up and ran, fearing that if I stayed much longer, I would kill him.
Erol's POV:
I watched behind the shadows as Jak and Torn fought eachother. I knew why they were fighting. Keira. Sweet Keira . . . unfortunately none of them can have her. I panicked as I saw Jak turn to his dark side. I thought it was all over. He was going to kill Torn. No. I won't allow it. I must be the one to kill him. Jak suddenly sprang up and left, leaving the tattooed wonder dying in his pool of blood. I sighed. I can't possibly attack him when he's down . . . That would be cowardice. What he needs right now is to heal properly. Then when he finally gets his full strength back I will kill him.
I guess there will be a slight change of plans . . . but no matter, Keira will still be mine in the end.
End
A/N: Hey people? Did you guys like the chapter? Did you hate it? I had a deadline and so . . . yea . . . this chapter's not really long. Don't worry. The next chapter will be longer and definitely filled with more angst and drama. See you soon! Ooh! One more thing! I wrote another fic and it's about Keira and her life from Jak and Daxter: The Precursor Legacy, leading up to Jak 3. I also can't think of a person to pair her up with so, I'd really appreciate your thoughts. It will be posted on very soon.
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Odoro: Yay! Another compliment! Thanks, I'm really glad you like "Redemption"
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