I'm sorry for not posting up a new chapter for a while maybe I'm just really lazy, but things have gotten pretty busy because I help my mom with catering and this weekend we'll be feeding 350 people so I'm not sure when I'll get the next chapter up. But I would like to thank everyone who gave me a review.
Erol woke suddenly drenched in a sweat cold as ice. He sat up from the bed and rand his fingers through his hair. Looking out his window, he realized he had slept the day away, by the way the sun set just beyond the racing stadium.
The stadium, thought Erol with a groan the place where he had challenged jak to so many races. Erol threw himself back onto the bed clutching one of his pillows, while using the back of his hand to wipe off the remaining sweat from his face. The dream had been all to real. The way Jak's eyes looked at him with pain and anger. The way Erol had placed the gun to jak's head, and then… shot. Erol closed his eyes as pain raked through his body. "This is goodbye Jak."
Those words he had spoken to jak those final seconds as his life ebbed away. The Erol looming over Jak, and dropping the gun in an echoing clatter as it hit the blood covered ground underneath him. The way the memory ached him caused him to cry out as he clutched at the sheets. Finally as the energy of the memory of the death faded he lay there for a few moments and realized it was time. Getting himself from the bed and pulled on his racing outfir once more. Then from one of the drawere\s he pulled up something extra to put on his outfit. A gun holtster containing the gun he had once used on Jak and would use on Keira. Erol loaded the gun and headed out the door. He looked at a picture of Jak he had on his dresser "This ones for you Jak." With that he left. It was a good night for death.
