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Spirit
A poem by me

I have a Spirit
Locked inside a cage,
Imprisoned by the pressure of my peers.

The Spirit wants to
Fly free,
Releasing itself into the sky.

The desires of my Mind
Cage the Spirit,
Convincing itself that it is the true me.

But neither the Spirit nor the Mind
Is truly mine;
I only own my soul.

There ya have it: I don't own anything but my soul and four lovely OC's that are just here to be killed in later chapters anyways… Oops, did I just type that for everyone to read?

The Rejected
Chapter Six

STUFF

Thoughts

'Dark Jak Telepathic Dialogue'

"Dialogue"

Word of a different language

Emphasized word

Torn slammed the Radio Transmitter again with frustration. The blasted machine wasn't working for communication out of the city; he hadn't been able to contact Sig for over two hours. And when were Cil and Dark coming back?

Once again he pushed a button on the transmitter. This time, a face appeared. But it wasn't the face Torn was expecting. It was Jak.

"Torn! You and I need to have a talk."

"You- Release that damn Wastelander before I send the entire Freedom League infantry to tear apart you ship! I know where it is, and I will not hesitate to attack!" bellowed Torn. There was such anger in his eyes, as Jak had never seen, amazing, really, how he had never seen this side of Torn.

"Calm down! I am willing to release Arrah in exchange for my alter egos. They are the only ones I want, and I promise I'll leave the planet as soon as I have them."

"You think I'm going to trust you?"

"Look, negotiation over a radio transmitter is definitely not what I had in mind. Come to the ship today at sundown, and we'll talk business. Come alone, I don't want another unnecessary raid from the Freedom League."

"I'll think about it!" snapped Torn. He flicked the radio transmitter off.

"Arrwak, are you going to go? Sundown is within two hours," squawked a hybrid animal that looked part monkey and part parrot. "Onin says that you should go, but bring someone with you so that you are not alone."

"I'm not worried about my own life. But, yeah, someone should go just in case they attack."

"Onin says that she has already found someone to go with you. Onin says that Pecker will come with Commander Torn to the ship for negotiations- Arrwak, WHAT? No, you crazy woman, I am not going!" bellowed Pecker.

Onin made some hand signals that made Pecker a bit nervous. "Um, I mean, sí, of course, Pecker will go with you," Pecker whimpered.

"Good," grunted Torn. He tramped out of the building with Pecker on his heels.

Torn walked around the building to the other side where he found a parked HellCat. He glanced over at Pecker. "You coming, birdbrain?"

"I suggest that you, awk, watch it, senor! This Monkaw is a very proud creature!"

Torn laughed hoarsely. "Get in, Pecker!"

Keira quietly applied more bandages around Dark's chest. He had fractured several ribs, and had various cuts, bruises, and scratches all over him.

"Dark, you have to stay in Spargus for a while," Keira whispered to him as he stirred awake.

"Sig and I have agreed; it's not safe for you or Light to go anywhere at the moment. You'll at least be safe behind the walls of the city," she stated. Dark began to sit up, but Keira pushed him back on the cot with a single finger.

"You aren't going anywhere while I'm around," Keira said with a force that was not normally present in her squeaky voice. Dark dared not argue with her; she was starting to scare him in more than one way.

Keira applied gauze on Dark's forehead, and moved to the door as if to leave the room. She turned back around to the cot, and stated, "I'll be watching you, Dark. Don't you dare try anything."

"Heh, looks like somebody doesn't like you very much," mumbled Cil, who lying in a cot a few yards away from Dark.

Dark frowned and fell into a deep sleep.

A/N: Very short, I know, but I already have this entire story planned out on paper from beginning to end and I didn't have much to work with for this chapter. Anyway, thanks for reading. Reviews are appreciated.