Chapter 7
By shadows/of/flame
Finding his parents...
A blast of white eco.
And then nothingness.
When Jak awoke again, a light mist swirled all around him.
He lazily opened one eye to see what was going on, his head throbbing with the aching pain of being hit around the head with a heavy boomstick.
'Is this... Am... I dead?'
After a few minutes thinking, he got up onto his knees.
Looking around, he noticed he was in a field of flowers, with white eco mists swirling round the serence atmosphere.
Wings sprouted out of his back, much like Light Jaks ones, and he then knew he was in heaven.
But why? Was he dead? Did Damas' boomstick kill him?
After a few minutes, Jak was distracted by a young lady with dark green hair, who was gazing into a waterfall nearby.
She too had wings, and seemed angelic enough, but she also seemed troubled.
"Is something the matter?" Jak asked cautiously, drawing closer.
"My son... he just died." the lady murmured, a non-existant breeze ruffling her hair.
"In fact, not died, but was hit so hard, hes not expected to live again. He should be here soon, but I died before he was 5, so... he wouldn't want to see me."
He did notice the woman seemed rather young, and green hair.
Green hair a lot like the tinges of green in his own hair.
"He was a warrior of eco, his name was..."
She turned around suddenly.
"Jak?"
"M... mother?"
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"I don't think you were SUPPOSED to kill him!" Ashelin exclaimed, looking at the unconcious body lying sprawled and pale by the steps leading up to the Kings throne.
Damas was trying to revive Jak, but with no luck.
"We have to get rid of the body somewhere, before Torn sees." Ashelin hissed, startling the king out of his reverie.
"... Oh shit. Torn. What are we going to say to him?"
"He doesn't care about Jak at the moment; but we seriously need to get rid of this body before anyone finds out you killed him!"
"Him transforming into Dark Jak and nearly killing me was reason to strike back!" Damas argued rather loudly.
Ashelin sighed softly, putting her hands on her hips as if she were thinking.
"We need to agree on something before someone comes in!"
And then the door clanged open.
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'Why did I storm out like that... I can be such an idiot sometimes.'
The ex-KG commander sighed, and leaned back further on his hands, savouring the last of the days sunlights warmth.
He wondered if he should just go in and apologise, but apologising was not in his style, and he decided against it.
'Man has Ashelin changed...' he sighed, picking up a rock and throwing it over to the other side of the block of houses.
'I didn't think she'd be the sort of person to be a lap-dog... I guess power warps some people.'
He closed his eyes, deep in thought. Jak was obviously stark mad at him, and even if he did apologise, it wouldn't be enough to calm the blonds fury.
'How did our relationship end up ths messed up? I thought we loved each other enough... That things like this wouldn't happen.'
From somewhere nearby, Torn heard a rather loud thump, then a scream.
"We have to get rid of the body somewhere, before Torn sees"
That was Ashelins voice.
Torn panicked.
A body? But wasn't... Jak was in there just moments ago!
Whether or not Jak cared about him, he still cared about Jak, and what Ashelin had just said scared him beyond recognition.
By the time; "... Oh shit. Torn. What are we going to say to him?" had time to ring through the air, Torn was vaulting off the roof, and on his way back to the throne room, panic making him run faster.
He skidded to a halt, and yanked open the door to the throne room...
And what he saw was burned into his mind forever.
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"You're not supposed to be dead!" his mother exclaimed.
Jak sighed.
"I guess my dear old dad decided that he didn't like me anymore, and gave me the stick. Over the head."
"I've been watching you for a while, by using this waterfall. You should also be able to see any loved ones by using it."
Jak gazed into the depths of the pinky-blue water, not seeing his own reflection, but Spargus' throne room.
Torn was there, cradling Jak in his arms.
"Pl... Jak, wake up... What the fucking hell did you do to him?" Torn exclaimed, holding Jak to his chest tighter as Ashelin came closer.
"Get the hell away from him, you've already done enough to him!"
"Please, Torn, hes dead, theres nothing you can do..."
"You killed him! How could you Ashelin? How could you kill your own friend, or at least let some fucking king, his own father, kill his son?"
Silence hung in the air apart from a brief moment when Damas sighed.
He had finally revealed the truth to her.
Ashelin stepped back a step, a lok of alarm crossing her face.
"What--!"
"Yes. Damas murdered his own son." Torn said coldly, hugging Jak to his chest like an over-sized ragdoll.
"But, how?" Ashen spluttered. "How can Jak be your son?"
"This is not something that needs to be explained now." Damas said spitefully.
Ashelin was emotionally scarred. She had just helped to kill her best friend, and now she found out the king of Spargus, the murderer she helped, had murdered his own son.
"Just... stop this..." she fell to her knees, emotions overwhelming her.
Jak glared at Ashelins form through the fountain. "Yeah, that son of a p--"
"Don't badmouth your father." Jaks mother scolded him.
"My own father killed me... and Torn cares?" Jak murmured.
'Of course he does, you idiot.'
Jak was startled by the other voice in his head. "Dark? How come you're not in hell where you belong?"
Dark snorted loudly.
'You think getting rid of me is THAT easy? I go wherever you go, obviously.'
The blond sighed, watching the scene before him unravel.
"So Light is here too?"
'Of course I am. Well, usually - I am usually watching over people back in Haven or Spargus...'
"Hang on. You can go back?"
'Yes.'
"Then can I?"
'Let me see what I can do...'
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Seems its the holidays, more updates and... longer chappies! Stay tuned for chapter 8!