Crossfire
By: EcoBlood/Alisha
Author Note: Sorry it's not a humor story like I would regularlly do. I had a really, really bad day today. Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
As the sun began to rise, Jak slowly started to open his tired eyes. He groaned and put a hand to his sweat-riddled face; a clear sign he wasn't feeling well. But, he had a reason not to feel well...it had been the longest, hardest night he had ever been through. He remembered being chased by a Krimson Guard after "accidently" landing a zoomer on one. The Guard chased him and shot him in the neck.
"Uuhhh..." Jak groaned.
It was all coming back to him slowly and painfully.
He reached back to feel his neck when he realized cuts on his arms. He wanted to get up, but couldn't move. he couldn't help but wonder how could he go from having everything to lying helpless in bed.
How did he even get here? He couldn't remember..
He needed to smile; he needed to know that all he has ever worked for is worth more than this.He had given his very best and now he could almost cry from the cuts and, most importantly, the shame. He suddenly became overwhelmed with anger...he needed revenge..he needed help! He could barely make out an orange blur by his legs.
"Daxter?" Jak groaned.
"Oh! I'm so glad you're alive!" Daxter shouted as he jumped, then fell on his butt.
"OUIET!" Jak yelled, then rubbed his head. "Ohh..my head.."
Every breath Daxter took sounded like an earth-quake.
"Why didn't I just die?"
After countless shouts of pure anger and words that cannot be repeated, Jak was calm enough to POLITELY ask Daxter what had happened.
Daxter told Jak about how he passed out from the wound and, after countless hours of dragging his friend through the slums, he managed to get him into bed. The ottsel explained every cut and bruise by jumping around Jak's room like a hyperactive bunny! A note fell out of Jak's pocket. He picked it up and read it.
"I know what you've done. I will get you back when the time is right..if you're not scared, come to the construction site at midnight...don't be late...and come alone."
Later that night, Jak hijacked a zoomer and left for the construction site. All her could think about was Daxter's scared and lonely face as he left the house. He got out of the zoomer into the desolate wasteland. Another note dropped by his feet.
"Come closer if you dare.."
He walked into the darkness until he could barely see his own hand in front of his face. Jak was suddenly knocked down by a dark figure. He opened his eyes to see what attacked him.
The dead body of Praxis smothered him. (Sorry Rex)
Jak pushed off the decaying body and a note fell out of the ribcage.
"Look behind you."
He turned around to meet the most hedious thing he had ever seen.
A half man-half Metal Head with long wings shooting out of its back and orange hair. Its face was distorted with glowing red eyes and long saliva hanging down from its mouth. Before Jak had time to react, it rushed up and drug its 5 inch claws into his back. Jak transformed into Dark Jak and lunged at the creature.
A fatal mistake.
The creature dodged the attack...and karate chopped the demon's spine. Jak fell to the ground in pain. After a few minutes, the creature gave a roar of triumph and flew away from the Precursor's unmoving body.
He had won.
Using whatever strength he could muster, Jak pulled out a comunicator...and that was it.
Daxter woke up to hear his communicator beeping on a nearby desk. He picked it up and waited for an answer.
No response.
So, the ottsel ran as fast as his little legs could carry him to the construction site.
When Daxter arrived, he found Jak under the old Piercer Bomb from long ago. The Precursor's back was bent in a way that it wasn't supposed to be.
"Jak?" Daxter whimpered; again, no response.
He moved up to the body; fearing the worst for his friend.
"J-Jak...y-you better be sleeping.."
Still nothing.
The ottsel slapped his face slightly to get his attention.
Not even a flinch.
At this point, Daxter began to panic. He did everything he could to keep the man from dying.
"Come on, buddy! You weren't supposed to go like this!" The ottsel cried.
Daxter grabbed Jak's arm and shook it furiously, took out the morph-gun and shot a random fire into the air, he even began to cry. He nudged his hand; it fell to the ground limply. He even shouted directly into his ear. (Jak would have hated that..)
Just then, a miracle happened. Jak's blood stained head rolled slightly to the side and turquoise, yet sickenly clouded, eyes focused on the little ottsel. The precursor smiled weakly at his friend.
"Y-you're...alive...?" Daxter gasped.
Jak coughed out blood and attempted to speak. "Not for...long..."
The ottsel looked around for anything to keep his friend from dying. Green Eco, a first aid kit, something! Daxter's furry shoulders slumped when he came up empty. He looked back to Jak who was quickly losing strength and, most importantly, hope.
More blood flowed out of the injured Precursor's wound and onto the ottsel's feet. Jak coughed once again, shut his eyes, and rolled his head to the other side.
"I-I'm sorry...Dax..." Jak breathed, then finally fell into a deep sleep.
"JAK! JAK, NO!" Daxter screeched, then shook his friend once again. "Oh, god...no..." He cried into the Precursor's stained fabric.
Jak wasn't breathing, his skin colour had taken a ashen shade, and when the ottsel observed the body completely, the truth hit him like a ton of bricks.
He wasn't in a coma.
He wasn't sleeping.
Jak, the hero of both Haven and Spargus, the "Metal Head Slayer"; was dead.
Daxter stifiled a sob and took out Jak's yin-yang pendant. He knew what hewanted to do.
He wanted revenge.