Chapter 10
By shadows/of/flame
Ugh... injections.
Anyways, sorry I tok so long to update! Enjoy.
For him, leaving Torn alone, lying injured under the rocks was the hardest thing Jak had ever had to do in his whole life.
Walking alone, through the raging storm, wondering if Torn would live long enough for him to get help from Haven City, was also a hard experience.
But nothing was a hard experience, compared to the agonising pain that was thudding harshly in his chest.
That was the pain of maybe losing the one he loved.
Haven City was a long, long way away, and with no hovers in sight,if Jak didn't hurry, Torn would be dead before the setting of the sun.
He could only wish as he limped along, praying to Mar, or the Precursors, or whoever, to keep Torn safe from harm.
Torn closed his eyes and winced as the burning pain spread from his hip to the tips of his toes. He could faintly hear Jaks plodding footsteps in the distance, feet dragging wearily through the sand, and he wished for Jak to be safe and come back to him quickly.
But then he panicked as he heard more footsteps, and flattened himself painfully against the rocks as a HUGE metal head came sniffing around.
Unfortunately for him, it immediately saw him, and started advancing on him.
"Ja - Jak!" Torn tried to yell out, but he ended up coughing up blood - his voice was gone.
Probably damaged when he hit the rocks.
He had no idea what to do - his doom was slowly approaching, and he had no weapons.
As the metal head poked him roughly with a sharp claw, drawing blood, Torn was almost one hundred percent sure, that the beast was laughing at him.
He whimpered as pain shot through his whole body, and the metal head roared delightfully as it played with its food.
Jak spun around immediately at the sound of the roar, and immediately saw blood.
And Torn nowhere in sight.
"Holy Mar... TORN!" Jak screamed, looking around wildly for any traces of Torn.
Even seeing his body would be a slight comfort to the renegade.
But, alas, he was nowhere in sight, and Jak began to panic as he set off at a run back to where Torn had been where he left him.
Blood covered the ground by the metal heads - er, paw... hoof... feet.
"Jak..."
There, a voice.
It was Torns - he had somehow wedged himself in between two rocks - painful though it must be for him, he was safe from the metal heads scything attacks.
"Stay there!" Jak yelled, and he didn't hear Torns muffled reply.
The metal head roared again as it saw Jak, ready to have its afternoon meal of rebel and renegade.
"Wheres the Peacemaker when you need it?" Jak groaned as he fumbled around for the Vulcan Fury, firing off one round of blue ammo at the monster.
The beast eventually died, but not without parting words.
Yes, words.
"The desert will kill you, "hero". You've already stayed longer than you've been welcome, the Precursors are not happy at this."
"Who said the Precursors cared if I stayed in the desert or not?" Jak yelled, but the metal head was dead, the huge gem clattering to the ground and rolling around for a while, before stopping completely.
"J... Jak..." Torn murmured hoarsely, shoving the rock off him and stumbling to his knees.
Jak was there in an instant, holding Torn in his arms and moppingthe sick commandersforehead with his scarf.
"I'll use Light to heal you..." Jak insisted, "You'll feel a lot better for it, I promise."
And within minutes had transformed into Light Jak.
An unknown sensation ran through Torns spine as Light Jak healed him, and clung to the angel like there was no tomorrow.
"Why... why can't you show yourself more often?" Torn murmured, and he swore the angel blushed.
"Jak hates me being out too long..." the light entity replied softly, flapping his wings almost as if in disgust.
"Why would he think of it as a problem?" Torn asked, an evil grin flitting briefly across his face.
"Well, you see, he..."
The angel never finished that same sentence as Torns lips crushed to his own.
'I've kissed another man, a spirit, but NEVER an angel.' Torn mused as the angels arms wrapped around him, the wings fluttering softly in the breeze, signalling an oncoming storm.
"We need to get to a shelter." Light Jak said almost depressingly, as the two pulled apart again. Torn had, however, fallen asleep in his arms, and the angel didn't mind in the slightest at the feeling of Torns body against his own.
However, he was SO in for it when Jak and Dark could get their hands and claws on him.