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Deep in the catacombs of one of the under ground hideouts, a funeral was being held.
The room was lit only by candlelight and the grim faces of the people attending were swathed in shadows.
In the center of the, dark blue flames consumed the body of Hanna.
She looks peaceful… sig thought to himself as he watched the flames.
Her body had been positioned face up and her face was calmly smiling. And like all of her kind, as sig knew, her body was simply fading. Her flesh did no burn. Instead it sort of grew transparent and started to fad. And next to her body, a ingle torch was lit, in memory of Jaks death, because there was no body.
Sig looked around at the grim faces assembled here. Normally this was where the body of any underground soldier was burned and rarely were proper funerals held. But today, even onin had found some way to come and conduct the ceremony for a fallen warrior.
Sig caught a glance at daxter.
He was staring, dry eyed, intently at the candle next to Hanna's disappearing body.
His small body was trembling slightly and his eyes were wide.
Pecker stood next to him and gently put a wing around daxter's shoulders, a sign of friendship that hadn't been shown before.
But daxter made no response
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Jak felt his body being pulsed along by the dark eco. But then again, he wasn't jak. This wasn't his body, not any more. The eco demon dark jak had taken control when the rush of dark eco flowed into jaks body. Dark jaks eyes opened. His dark eyes stared as he flexed a hand in front of his face. He was in control now. There was now more darker eco coursing through jaks body than his own life essence.
Freedom… thought dark jak as he kicked off to the surface.
The only other thought wedged in his mind was revenge…
He could remember nothing else
All that mattered now was to destroy the people who caused his painful existence,
And to kill all who had hunted him.
His head broke the surface… in the dark gloom of the night, he could make out the shore of the lake of dark eco…
He struck out, swimming with long purposeful strides through the thick, restricting eco.
The guards searchlights had long since faded but dark jak knew where to find them…
He pulled himself out as he flexed his powerful muscles, letting go a primordial howl that he had carried with him since the day of his existence…
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Daxter felt dead inside.
Even if there wasn't a body, overhearing sigs story had been enough…
Jak was never coming back
He had succeeded in finishing the abuse the baron had started on his body
And now he was.
And yet,
And yet daxter couldn't let him go…
Something inside him told him that jak was alive
Even though he knew it was impossible, it seemed that if he didn't see the body than there was still a chance that jak was alive…
He looked closer at the fading body of the girl-thing next to Jaks candle.
She had obviously been important since this was being held for her
Daxter still couldn't see what was so great about her…
She looked like one of those Goths who skulked around the underground and occasionally harassed the guards.
But there was still something about her presence that definitely reeked of warrior.
Even in death, her presence, like Sigs and Jaks, felt reassuring.
Suddenly a loud twanging went off
It was the same sound that usally was heard when the underground was making a strike on the baron and this was to inform the officials that the guards were fighting back.
But all underground soldiers were here, maybe not at the funeral but certainly not fighting…
Emergency lights sprang to life all through the underground.
The solemn funeral hall was bathed in red flashing lights.
Immediately torn straightened up and barked orders at the startled but steady warriors around the funeral brier.
In a matter of seconds, the funeral hall had completely emptied as the underground went on high alert. Even daxter had some how been swept into the rushing fray.
No one was left in the hall except for a solitary candle and an empty funeral brier, still burning with blue flames.
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Dark jak wrenched his claws into another on coming zoomer. He delighted ripped it Guard rider off and contentedly ripped the body to shreds.
The city's high alert sirens were blaring to the night sky but to dark jak they sounded almost inviting.
He felt different,
Stronger
Even his body felt odd.
He was no longer restricted by jaks mortal body.
This new introduction to such a large amount of eco had changed his entire body.
Large, black skeletal wings protruded from his back, his horns had lengthened strangely and were now double pointed. He caught another glimpse of himself in a large window be fore smashing it. His eyes were more slanted with red slits for pupils at their center. Fangs stuck out from between his pale lips and he seemed to gotten taller; his shoulders broader. It wasn't his dark giant form, it was better. His body was in perfect proportion for fighting.
He smiled viscously and raged in for the kill.
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