Dark Dreams

Jak asks the precursors to separate him and his Dark side for good, but the abandoned shadow is thrust into a world that he doesn't know and will rely on the help of friends both old and new to help him survive.


Seem led the creature of dark eco out of the prison, down a long, slanted hallway. Dark walked slowly behind her, occasionally bounding forward on all fours to catch up to her. As soon as they came through another door where a familiar figure sat with his associates, Dark was on alert.

Torn and several Freedom Guards stared at Seem as she continued to walk, the bristling Dark creeping behind her on all fours, never taking it's inky, black eyes off them. Distrustful and cautious, but still following her. Torn stepped in front of the doorway, blocking Seem's path. The monk looked up at him with narrowed eyes.

"Move, marked one." She said quietly.

"Two questions. First, what the hell are you thinking? Letting him out! And second, what makes you think I'm letting you walk out of here with that…that…" torn fell silent as Dark stood up abruptly, standing in between him and Seem. Torn blinked and stepped back, Jak was shorter than him, and he knew that Dark was larger, but reared at full, straight height, Dark topped him off by a good two inches.

"Stay calm, dark one." Seem said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Dark didn't move beyond a slight twitch of the ears before he bared his teeth at Torn, dark eco crackling in his eyes with a clear message.

Get out of my way. Torn glared back, secretly trembling inside, and stepped off to the side. The Freedom League guards had all backed off to the far side of room, many of them had been in the KG before this, and they had seen firsthand what Dark could do to a man, even in heavy armor with full artillery.

"Follow me." Seem repeated as she walked out of the door onto the street, a large transport zoomer sat outside. He followed her inside, looking back over his shoulder as Torn glared at him from the doorway, hand far too close to dagger for comfort. As the door sealed itself shut and he sat on one the benches across form Seem, he studied her again.

She was utterly silent, eyes closed, perhaps meditating or simply thinking. He couldn't help but admire the way she held herself, perfectly straight and radiating power, one of the only people he had ever seen who had not been afraid of him. Her hand still held dark, red scabs where he had bit her, but she showed no sign of pain at all.

The zoomer halted to a stop with a slight jerk and Dark was instantly on his feet, he could hear voices outside, and the smell of so many different emotions. Fear, anger, distrust, even some protectiveness, but the voices were familiar. Especially one in particular. Seem stood beside him and he jumped, he had not heard the monk move. As the door open, she whispered to him under her breath.

"You must remain calm, it is only a short walk, but you must remain calm…" The people shuffled away as the door finished opening, forming a makeshift sort of path for the two, and the group of people did not look at all happy. Especially the one that was standing his ground in front of the desert transport, waiting.

"Jak-k…" Dark whispered, eyes narrowing. Jak's eyes narrowed as well and he tensed, ready to bring out the morph gun if needed. Seem's hand grasped the sleeve of Dark's shirt gently and led him along, her presence was a small bit of comfort to him as she identified the small crowd. A small, green-haired girl who trembled uncontrollably behind a sternly protective and diminutive older man, a redheaded, curvaceous woman who had actually skipped the whole fear part and was straight into anger, clutching a small eco pistol tightly.

A blond man chewing nervously on a cigar, smelling strongly of gunpowder. A large, muscular man with dark skin and green, metallic armor who radiated command. But the one directly before Dark was his main concern at the moment. A mirror image of him, a color photograph to his black-and-white. Despite the other man being smaller, he was quite a bit more muscular than Dark, while Dark was lean and sinuous, like a predator.

Dark snorted as they stood there, face-to-face. Dark hunched and crouched a bit like he tended to be, and Jak standing perfectly straight-backed. The glared at each other for a long, tense moment before Seem gave Dark a light push into the transport and Jak stepped off to the side. Seem shot Jak a look.

"He will be at the precursor temple, don't worry, I'll keep him out of Spargus. Prince Mar." She said with an indignant tone.

"Just keep him out." Jak spat the last word with enough loathing that Dark felt something nearly unknown to him tingle in his spine. Fear. But Dark forgot it as soon as he snarled at Jak, but held his ground. Mainly because Seem now had his arm in a death-grip that was starting to become painful. "You hear that, stay out." Jak hissed at him.

"Like…I…vould vant to sssstay herrre…anyvayssss." Dark struggled out, surprised at his own voice in a way. With the hissing and growling, the strange accent that was foreign even to him from the overly long fangs that obstructed his mouth. Jak's eyes widened and he pulled back, somewhat shocked. Dark grinned, scaring people was nothing new to him.

"Sst!" Seem hissed through her teeth at him as the door closed and she walked over to a bench, sitting down and closing her eyes. "It will be a long trip. I would advise you to rest and-." She made direct eye contact with him, and he blinked, a bit frightened. "-Stay. Quiet." He nodded and curled up on the wide, cushioned bench like a cat, quickly falling asleep for the first time in his life. Not that he needed sleep, but his body was tired, unlike his host body before, which slept when it got tired.

He awoke a few minuets before landing in the center of the precursor temple, mostly reconstructed with new passageways and rooms added. Seem led him out and he blinked, eyeing the statue nearby that could have given him invisibility if he desired it. The temple was eerily silent, the mute monks communicating solely through hand signals and writing.

But the silence fit him. He wasn't a speaking beast, and the quiet stares of the monks gave him more than enough information. The heavy smell of whiteface paint and dust blotted out the smells of people and emotions, leaving him quiet and calm.

Seem allowed herself a small smile as she led him to room in the monk dormitories. This was the largest find the monks would ever see, the living embodiment of eco itself. As soon as tomorrow dawned, they would begin to study him and train him, after all, even monks need a protector.