Crossfire: Chapter 2
By: EcoBlood/Alisha
Alisha's quote of the day: "Fishies go pook, pook, pook!"
Author Note: Thanks to all who reviewed! This fic was actually inspired by somethingI heard in Jak II. Anyone remember this? "The Dark Eco inside you will eventually kill you, Jak." So, I wanted to do something along those lines.Oh, and can anyone help me with something? I was playing Jak and Daxter: TPL, died, Daxter talked to me, and his face got stuck. I tried dying, activating a cutscene, and swimming. It didn't work. It's not my Playstation 'cause I clean it as much asI can. If you help me, I'll review one of your stories! Thanks!
Answer to lioness of darkness: Ummm...I wasn't going to do that at first, but thanks for the idea! I have a certain gift for putting lots of detail into death scenes..
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Jak awoke in a non-discript place. Everything was dark, aside from the tiny flames on the "ground" flickering in the wind.
He couldn't move...
Couldn't breathe...
When suddenly, a light appeared in the darkness. It took the shape of something Jak had never expected...
Himself.
Devistated by his loss, Daxter needed a plan.
He needed a strategy...
He needed Jak!
But he knew he had to do this alone. He ran back to the Constuction Site, and snuck into the back entrance. The sun was so bright, he could barely see the blue ink all over the ground.
"Blue ink?" Daxter thought.
It dripped all over feet, leading to two holes dug into the ground, side by side with Jak lying in one and nothing in the other.
Nothing at all...
It was too empty...
Daxter immediately concluded that the other hole was his own grave. He wondered if he was supposed to fall in it, and get buried alive. Just imagining that, he could barely breathe...the air grew thin as he grew frantic. The ottsel began to slowly back away until he slipped on a pen covered in the blue ink. He put it in his pocket and ran home.
Whoever dug these holes got pretty messy.
That had to be some sort of clue to Jak's death, but it was going to take more than that to figure this out. He went into the kitchen, pased, pondered, and finally got it!
He needed help. (Ha! Expected somethin' here, didn't ya!)
He could take it to the police or Torn. Well, considering the fact that Jak was a former criminal, he chose Torn.
After Daxter sadly explained what had happened, Torn just stared at the little ottsel like he grew an extra head.
"So, why should I help you?" He scoffed.
"Oh, I don't know! Maybe because Jak's dead! He's dead! Are you even listening!" Daxter shouted, frantically and nearly in tears.
"Ok..." Torn replied, unaffected.
Daxter bowed his head sadly, then perked up.
"If you help me with this, I'll get you a date with the WONDERFUL Alisha!" (You can JUST guess who wrote this...)
Torn took a second and replied "Where do we start?"
Soon the sun began to fall, and Daxter and Torn went to the old Constrction Site. Torn was searching for clues, and Daxter remembered the blue pen. He told Torn about it, and the older Precursor notised shoes on the ground with blue stains.
"Well, that leaves about 2,000 people to choose from.." Daxter inquired.
"I need to find more proof..." Torn answered, then trailed off.
He saw the "grave" that Jak was lying in, and nearly puked.Torn never truely liked Jak, but he deserved better than this.
The Precursor looked closer at the hand, and noticed a note. He reached out hesitantly; not wanting to touch the corpse. He picked up the note and read it.
"You're next."
It wasn't signed, but Torn had a feeling he'd seen this handwriting before. His mouth dropped open, and he began to panic slightly.
They weren't safe.
Anything they did...he would know.
Torn walked over to the HellCat, and pulled out a blanket. He wrapped it around the body and placed it into the zoomer. After years of serving in the Krimson Guard, he'd never encountered anything like this before.
The Precursor looked back to Daxter, who curled up by his "sleeping" friend. He sighed, knowing that Jak deserved a decent funeral.
"Who are you!" Jak roared.
"The real question is, who are you?" It responded.
Jak looked down at his transparent hands. "I...really don't know, anymore...Why am I here?"
"You are in the Spirit World. You died, did you not?"
"I...can't really remember. The last thing I remember was contacting Daxter...then, nothing."
The angel floated up and reached out its hand.
"Come with me...I need to show you something.."
Jak touched the angel's hand, and they both dissapeared in a flash of light.