Just Another Adventure: II

Disclaimer: I do not own Jak or Daxter or (sniff) even my lovable Tattooed Torn! All of these (sarcasm) wonderful characters belong to the MIGHTY Naught Dog! I own Letol though!

Nirvana: (beams) Just my first chapter and I get two reviews! (Sorry, my past J&D fics never did much good… besides the one shots… I'm confused…) Even Envy-kun is proud of me!

Envy: (more wonderful sarcasm) oh yea, I'm just oh-so-happy that you're here. Now… where's this story gonna head off to?

Nirvana: I'm thinking.. I'm thinking…OH! VinnyRoxyFrankie, I'm horrible at grammar and I was just typing in the document holder so—no spell check! But thanks, I'll try and keep it more… er… correct. (Whistles innocently.) I like criticism. 'Cause, ya know… Everybody's a critic!

ON WITH THE STORY!

Warning: None… yet


Letol, as the brown-skinned man was named, was a strict commander as they soon found out—and they weren't even going on a mission! Orders, orders, more orders and a quick snipe over his back every few minutes.

Jak frowned as Keira unintentionally clenched her hands into his belt. Something had spooked her as soon as they had crossed over the edge of the protective wall of Haven City. She had started to tremble, her sea eyes darting to the ground, looking for something that wasn't there.

'But what if it was?' Dark Jak purred in the back of his mind, picking his long black fingernails with a knife. 'What if she is feeling something AND seeing something that you, the Grand Protector of Haven City, don't?'

'Stop with that Dark!' Light Jak snapped, his blue wings ruffling nervously.

Jak was suddenly pictured with the image of him sitting on a stool, a dunce hat on his head, Light on his right shoulder and Dark on his left, telling him what to do.

That image perked up his thoughts and he snapped back at his alter egos, 'Don't even start with me! There's nothing down there! So, stop believing there is and retreat to the back of my mind!'

There was a blink of silence besides the roaring of sand going past his ears and the gentle roar of the zoomer beneath him. "Keira, you okay?" He yelled over the wind, turning his head just slightly to see her through the red lenses of his goggles. She gave a quick nod and buried her face back into his red scarf, protecting her face.

"We're nearing Spargus! Start to head down!" Letol bellowed loudly, his Desert Sand Zoomer angling just right to start a steady decrease to the bright flare of fire above the Palace. Jak saw Ashelin already swirling down towards the balcony, Torn and Sig following her steeply. Letol was already down there, securing various ropes for the sandstorm that was following the group quickly.

"Jak… Something's wrong…" Keira whispered in his ear as Jak braked the zoomer to a stop, climbing off and doing his own security ropes. He ran a hand through his now ear-length blonde hair, the green roots now more prominent than ever and helped Keira down, cradling the two ottsels against her chest. "I can feel it… something's gone wrong… But I don't know what!"

Jak threw the end of his scarf over her face and helped her into the open doorway were Letol was conversing with another solider in quick sentences. Letol glanced up at them and hurriedly gestured for them to follow him. "Another just passed on, F'karen. Lionel should be okay, the doctor said. All cracked up on drugs to keep him from screaming."

Sig marched foreword, his PeaceMaker now slung over his right shoulder, assuming the role of a leader. "What about T'boren and Janool? Where are their bodies?"

Daxter scurried up on Jak's shoulder plate, shaking dust and pieces of dried plant from his fur. "Necrophilia, eh Sig? Didn't know you swung THAT way!" Jak and Keira both joined in on the hitting of Daxter and then sighed contently.

"Down the hall from where Lionel is." Letol stopped at the bottom of the stairs and opened a brown door with a red cross on it. A heavily bandaged man leaned against soft, Flut Flut feather pillows. His face was covered with bandages and blood seeped through his right side, turning a nasty black purple that looked almost too familiar for Jak's liking.

Lionel lifted his head, the one black eye wide and slightly glazed. "Sig! I'm more relieved than a constipated pig that just found a muddy ground!" There was utter silence until Sig and Letol broke out laughing, grinning at the bedridden man.

"Guess you're sane enough to tell us what happened!" Sig said and settled on a nearby chair. Immediately Lionel stilled and his eyes went wild again, pupils flashing to outer proportions as his body went limp, the IV in his arm starting to turn purple as something other than his red blood was being forced up it.

Jak stared at the IV as Sig, Letol and a young nurse Wastelander hurriedly tried to bring him back under control. The hero shared a look with Daxter who's orange face was grim with realization. Torn was nervously scratching his fingers along the blade of his dagger, his own blue eyes locked on the IV tube.

The nurse ushered them all out, giving them heated glares. "Whatever he saw out there, and whatever attacked him, it left him scared senseless. You have to wait until we have him pumped up with enough sedatives before you go asking questions! You asked where the bodies were? Four doors down, the one with the cross on it."

She slammed the door and Jak barely pulled Keira back before her nose was slammed in with it. She gave a light blush and stepped from his arms quickly, walking down and following Ashelin who's brows were heavily furrowed in confusion and anger.

"Ashelin?" Jak called, jogging with Torn towards the black painted door where Ashelin and Keira were already in. Daxter and Tess clung to the hero's shoulder but was slammed back into the wall by a giant figure, black matted hair smelling of decay.

Torn backflipped down the hall pulling out his pistols as the thing charged towards Torn, unnaturally long claws digging into Jak's stomach.

Keira screamed and backed into Jak's bleeding body as another one lunged out, this one stopping, his hands outstretched as if posing for a picture.

"Janool?" Jak questioned, recognizing the face just barely under a mat of sloppy black hair. His eyes were wild, hardly any whites showing and a jagged slash down the right side of his face. His body was a light shade of purple, oddly familiar curled black claws on his hands and feet and his body seemed to be hunched over, bones reconstructing. Not a single bite mark of slash was left on his body from the attack that had gone unannounced for.

Janool, or what was left of him bared sharp teeth and took off after T'boren, running halfway on his hands before running up the stairs and disappearing. Sig broke out of Lionel's room, Lionel on top of him, snarling and his skin turning a dark purple color.

Torn, who was closer, shot the mad man and Lionel took off after the other two. "Where's F'karen!" Sig shouted and Ashelin was thrown out, landing next to Jak who was being tended by Keira.

F'karen stumbled towards Sig, a new appendege coming from his back. "Diee…." It breathed deathly and Sig shot it, letting the beast hit the ground. There was a slightly moment of utter silence before Ashelin breathed out shakily,

"What was that thing?"

Jak, his blue eyes unfocused and twisted, blood still dripping from his young, moaned and turned his head towards F'karen. "His blood… it's purple… with dark eco…" But his sentence was cut off as the pain from his stomach knocked him unconscious. Keira lifted his head and Torn stepped foreword.

"His blood?" Ashlein demanded of the Freedom League Commander.

"His blood… It was Metal Head blood."


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