Crossfire: Chapter 3
By: EcoBlood
Author Note: Yeah, Alisha's not here this time around...anyway, let's look back at the reviews.
Jay Goose: 1. Sorry the first chapter flunked / I just wanted to introduce how Jak died and whatnot, y'know?
2. Well, I'll TRY to make it good... As long as you're not trying to flame me, I'll keep going. Like I said, PLEASE, NO FLAMES!
Lioness of Darkness: To answer your concern about Jak, the idea for him being...uh...semi-dead came from an episode of Yu Yu Hakusho. The main character died, but his body still had a weak pulse...so weak that no-one realized it! The same thing happened to Jak. He's a spirit, but his body's still sorta alive. Wow, even I'm confused! I'll never understand death..(P.S. I like your fic with Dark Jak being a seperate being from Jak. That's pretty cool.) (singsong) I'm using yer ideeeeaaa! See?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Comet.
Side note: Yadda yadda yadda, Spirit description.
"Blah blah blah?" Spirit dialouge/character thoughts
When the light finally faded, Jak and the mysterious spirit found themselves floating over a large mansion in the night sky. The sign to the side read "Haven City Funeral Home". Along with that, various people were walking in and out, including a few of Jak's friends.
"Why did you bring me here?" Jak asked.
The spirit floated down to the main entrance, and motioned for the Precursor to follow.
Jak cringed at the sight of seeing his own body lying in the casket. Its face showed almost no emotion, aside from the corner of its mouth formed into a smirk from both the cotton-lace pillow and the limp head pressing against it. Its hands were folded inbetween the stomach and lower stomach area with his old goggles lying underneath. Beautiful roses and other fancy flowers were decorated around the hand-carved casket, as well as a few candles.
"It's alright...just pretend he's sleeping." A female voice comforted.
Jak turned and saw three figures approach the body.
The first was shown to be an old man with green skin, a long white beard, and a large lens around the left eye; the second was the one who just spoke; a young woman about Jak's age with green hair and green eyes to match; the last he knew all too well...an orange-yellow ottsel wearing a black suit carrying a white flower. (A.N. So cute!) They phased though the Precursor spirit; oblivious.
Daxter crawled up to the stool and began to pray. After the ottsel finished, he placed the flower on Jak's hands, looked back to the unmoving body, and sighed.
"Don't worry, buddy...I'll find out who did this to ya." Daxter whispered softly, then sharped his tone. "And when I do, I'll kill 'em."
Jak looked at his friend in shock. He never acted like this before.
Samos shook his head in disappointment, and Keira placed a hand on the ottsel's back; offering as much comfort as she could at this time.
But what else could she do?
She moved towards the body, and placed a hand on the casket.
"Jak...I'm sorry I never said this when you were alive but..." Keira trailed off, and chocked a sob.
"I love you...why did you go?"
The three visitors moved back to their seats with the memory of the body in the back of their minds.
"It had to happen sometime." Samos inquired.
Jak turned away slowly, and floated to where his ottsel friend sat. He could see by the way the animal's head was bowed, he was crying. Jak took out his ghostly hand to place on his friend's shoulder.
"Dax...it's ok.." his own voice echoed in the wind.
To the Precursor's surprise, his transparent hand phased through Daxter's furry shoulder. He gasped and recalled it quickly; Daxter was unaffected.
"In this world, living beings cannot see or hear you. It cannot be helped." The spirit said.
Jak stared at the strange spirit with eyes full of confusion and fear.
"W-why?" Jak asked, nervously.
"It is one of the many mysteries of life."
The Precursor floated back a bit.
"Who are you? Tell me."
"All will be revealed in time, child. I am closer to you than you think."
Jak's reply was a blank look. He then heard footsteps from the other side of the room.
A strange figure appeared in the doorway; one that no-one, not even the spirit, would have expected.
Torn.
Torn walked up to the stool, knelt down, and prayed quietly for the departed soul. The former Krimson Guard muttered a few words, then walked out with his head bowed to the ground with a cold glare that never left his face. He didn't want to admit it, but he felt some sympathy for the fallen hero. He, too, wanted to find the identity of the murderer.
But he felt like he already knew them from somewhere before...
"It is your decision." Jak heard the spirit's deep voice boom in his head.
He turned and saw the ghost, now holding a large golden staff in one hand. The Precursor wondered what it meant by "his decision"
"You can stay in the Spirit World...or I can give you back your life."
Jak's eyes widened at this.
"You can do that?"
The spirit continued. "It will be very complicated...nearly impossible, perhaps."
"What do I need to do?"
The next day, Daxter went into a strange depression. He never attended the burial, rarely ate, and moped most of the time. He felt that this entire situation was his fault...he felt that he should of gotten to the Construction Site faster to save Jak. He couldn't. He felt miserable, but he didn't have anyone to talk to. Torn obviously didn't care about the little ottsel, and everyone else was out investigating.
He was alone.
The ottsel's ears folded to the back of its head as it looked up to the heavens.
"What should I do, Jak?"
His only response was the howling of the night wind through the dark skies. Daxter lost all hope and slumped back down. He would always depend on Jak to get him out of tight spots, to protect him...
So, where was he?
"Ok, let's switch roles." Daxter thought. "If I was murdered by some freak-o dude I never met, what would Jak do?"
Daxter smirked for a second.
"Duh, Kick his ass!"
The ottsel sighed once again.
"Alright, besides that."
The ottsel leaned its head against its paw for a few minutes.
"I can't think."
A few hours later, Daxter made his way to the nearest cemetary. He stopped at a certian tombstone and read the inscription.
Jak Mar
1985-2005
A true hero
Suddenly a twig snapped behind the ottsel. He turned around and found nothing.
"Creepy cemetary.." Daxter shivered.
"I think it's cool." An English voice boomed.
Daxter turned back, and was snout to snout with an orange/beige wolf.
"My name's Comet, what's yours?"
The ottsel jumped up, and ran off screaming "DON'T EAT ME! I'M TOO CUTE TO DIE!"
"That's an odd name!"
The wolf jumped up as well and gave chase, looking more playful than hungry.