A/N: First day of school always sucks. It sucks even more for Roxie in this fan fiction. And this fan fiction is going to be long. So they will not rescue Jak till the very end or so. And I'm putting the rating up because of the some of the swearing and because more action stuff coming up. It is only like a low PG-13 because I want to be on the safe side. I don't own anything for Jak2. Please R&R.
WRTD: I love that idea! It will make a very funny chapter in here. But I can't put it up till later on. And lay off the sweets. You were like in super hyper cheerleader mode or something in the review. I thought it was kind of funny, though. But thanks for the review! It was great! And when does Jak3 come out? I got to know!
Chapter 9
"Why will you not talk to me?" Daxter asked Roxie as he quickened his pace to catch up with her. She snapped her head around and glared daggers at him. Daxter backed away from her fierce stare and raised his hands up in defense. She kept walking on while clutching her books to her chest.
Daxter have a heavy sigh of frustration and ran to catch up again with her. It would be easy to lose her because it was still dark outside and a mist rose from the ground. Everywhere you looked was a black fog that swirled around at your feet.
Daxter pulled up beside the little form of Roxie and thought of something to say. Roxie pulled out a little Frisbee that fit into the palm of her hand. She pressed one button on the top with her thumb and it went into life. A holographic layout of Haven City showed up and her dad had programmed it to show her where the school was.
"Wow," Daxter said as he looked closely at it. "I've never seen one of those before." Roxie just gave him a look and turned the way the map told her to go. "What?" he asked and she just walked away. Daxter ran to catch up with her again. He thought it was too early to be running all over town. It was five in the morning.
"Just get out all your anger," Daxter said jokingly to Roxie as he ran ahead of her and walked backwards to keep talking. "It might make you feel good."
Roxie snapped out her fingers and touched his forehead and yelled, "FINE!" They both stopped as Roxie yelled in his head. "I don't want to go to school for lots of reasons. But one is that I don't belong there. Face it, Daxter. I'm a freak!"
"Aw," Daxter said while patting her on the head. "I don't think you're a freak."
"I'm talking to you through your head for God's sake!" Roxie yelled and Daxter winced as the yell echoed through his head.
"Okay," Daxter said slowly. "Maybe you are kind of sort of one, but it is not that bad. You're cool this way."
"Maybe to you!" Roxie snapped back. "That is because you know I can change and you've seen my past. But I don't want to have to go share my past to others just for them to become friends with me."
"But you had lots of friends when you used to go to school right?" Daxter asked.
"That is it, Daxter," Roxie said through his head. "I don't remember ANYTHING before my blackout!"
"Huh?" Daxter asked while giving her a confused look. "But you know this kid. And you know your parents. Just explain. Don't make me more confused."
"I only have tiny visions about them so I know they are my parents," Roxie said. "And I know this kid is my friend because as you saw in that vision that I was talking to him. I don't even know his name." Roxie looked to the ground and fell silent.
"I'm sorry, kid," Daxter said while patting her on the shoulder. "I should be somebody who listens to people. I got you to calm down real fast by listening to you. I could make a busyness out of it!"
Roxie rolled her eyes and started to follow the map to her school. She was dreading it.
"Sit," the teacher told Roxie with a deathly tone to her voice. Roxie gulped a large lump in her throat and sat down quickly. The teacher looked down at the tiny Roxie with her cold black eyes. Her tiny lips were firmly pressed together. She was a skinny old woman with long gray hair put into a tiny bun on the top of her head. She was only skin and bones.
"You will soon understand the ways of this school, miss Roxie," the teacher said to her with her rough voice. She wore a long black dress and held a switch in her hands. Her big black boots flapped around her bony legs as she walked to the front of the classroom. She seemed to be looking directly at every poor little kid in the room. It was dead silent.
"You don't talk unless I ask you and you will address me as Master," the teacher went on as she circled the class. The switch was a deadly weapon in her tiny frail hands. "Is that clear?" the teacher asked and Roxie nodded.
"You will follow my plans with no questioning," she went on. "No daydreaming, fiddling, tapping of pens, talking to people next to you, or eating. Any of these things are done then it will end up as five smacks with the switch. Is that clear?" Roxie swallowed hard again and nodded. Her eyes were wide with fear. She wondered why her parents were making her go here. This was hell.
She went through most of the day being a perfect student, but not even she could stay still for too long. She started to daydream even though that was the first thing on the "Master's" list of don'ts. She could not wait to change into her teen form and go precursor hunting with Daxter. She could not wait to be talking again to her only friend.
"Miss Roxie!" the teacher shouted and the whole room fell dead silent again. All eyes were on her, wide eyes that showed fear. Roxie looked to the teacher and her eyes bore down on her.
"Stand," the teacher said. "Go to the front of the class!" Roxie got up and took her punishment like a brave worrier. She got to the front of the class and looked up to her teacher. "Hold onto my desk," she commanded and Roxie took in a deep breath. She held onto the desk with her tiny hands and did not look up to see what was coming. She knew it would not be good.
The teacher slung her switch back and slapped it hardly onto Roxie's fingers. A stinging pain shoot through her whole hands as she got smacked. The sound echoed through the room. Roxie clenched her teeth and bore the pain. Later she could cry over it. Plus, it was over and it was not that bad.
Then the teacher came down again harder than before. Roxie then remembered she had to have five. She bit her lower lip in determination to not show her pain. A red mark started to form on her knuckles. The teacher drew back and Roxie winced a little. Her mind prepared for the pain.
The pain was almost unbearable the third time around. Her knuckles were so red they looked like lobsters. Roxie fought back tears. The 4th and 5th smack was all a painful blur to her. She did not cry but the hurt was tremendous. Her knuckles were red and puffy and she could not bend them. She sat back down at her desk and listened the whole remaining time of class.
The bell rang and she rushed out of class and down the stairs. She flew out the door and went two by two down the steps to the ground. She looked over to a tree and saw the ball of orange in the tree sleeping soundly. She rushed over to the tree and climbed up to the branch Daxter was on.
Roxie shook the branch and Daxter woke up groggy and yawned. He looked over to her and asked, "What time is it?"
She was about to pour out every single detail about her horrible day, but knew he would just ask what was for dinner. So she just looked at him flatly and climbed down to the ground. He jumped down and landed on her back. He slid off her back and yawned again.
"Nice morning," he said while walking with her. "What is for dinner?"
Roxie rolled her eyes and on the inside laughed. She shrugged in response and kept walking away from the school in a hurry. She did not want to stick around to see her teacher come out. She gripped her books tighter and quickened her pace again.
"Whoa, hang on there, fire ball!" Daxter called as he was left in the dust. He ran to catch up and again thought it was just wrong to be running right after a nap. "Are you going to tell me about your day? You know you want to." He then nudged her with an elbow and made his eyebrows go up and down. She rolled her eyes again and shook her head.
"So you're not going to tell me?" Daxter asked while purposely bumping into someone. The woman dropped her coin money and he winked to Roxie. "I'm so sorry," he said while helping the woman with picking up her money. He dropped they money into the lady's bag and she said a thank you to him. But she did not see him wave his hand around with the last coin and slip it into his glove instead of dropping it.
He walked off and slipped the coin back out with a proud smile. Roxie stared at him stunned to do anything. "Want something to eat?" he asked with one of his goofy smiles.
She shook her head no and put her nose into the air. He raced over to a stand and paid for a blue apple. He came back up to Roxie and walked beside her while chomping loudly on his blue apple. She glanced over to him and saw that he was thinking about something.
"You're real stubborn, you know that?" he said while pointing to her with a finger that had been holding onto the apple. "But fine," he said while chewing on his fruit at the same time. Roxie thought it was impossible to be with him while he ate. "I'll not ask for information anymore. But I got a big surprise for you! You will not believe it!"
Roxie raised one eyebrow as she heard this and looked over to him. He was already done with his snack. She now wished she had joined him because she was starving. He nodded to her and said, "Let me lead the way." She shrugged and followed him.
Roxie's class had gotten out around 20 minutes late, so by the time they were arriving at the destination Roxie was due at anytime to change into her teen form. She had to hide somewhere while her transformation took place.
"Finally!" she breathed as she came out of a dark corner and into the light. "I really like talking." Daxter looked up at her with his hands on his hips and a funny smile spread across his face.
"I think you're right," he said while walking away. "You are crazy."
"Wait," Roxie said as she looked around. "I know this place. That Mod guy lives close around here."
"Now you're catching on," Daxter said over his shoulder. "I met him this morning while you were at school and we made a deal."
"Oh no," Roxie muttered teasingly. Daxter snapped her a stern look and she gave him a smile. "What kind of deal?" she asked while looking ahead to see the tiny purple tent. A few musical notes were coming out of it like someone was playing a flute.
"Just try to catch on," Daxter said with a wicked smile. They stepped through the beads for the door of the tent. Mod sat on his desk with a tiny bamboo flute in his hands. He played a lively song while his little pink Morph flew around him and looked like he was trying to dance.
Roxie had never seen him like this. He looked up when they came in and lowered the flute. "I see you are here, miss Roxie," he said and he watched as his tiny Morph flew over to the girl and started to lick her face with his big red tongue. She giggled and held him in her hands. Daxter noticed that her knuckles were a bit red but said nothing.
"You know she must agree to this for it to work?" Mod asked Daxter while looking down at him.
"Yeah, I know," Daxter said with a smug smile on his face. "Just tell her what you told me."
Mod nodded and cleared his throat before speaking to Roxie. "Mr. Daxter here and I have made a deal for a good map on the palace." Roxie smiled down at Daxter and nodded for him to go on. "I've been looking for exotic birds all around the world as you can see from this tent."
Roxie looked around one more time and looked at all the little birds in the cages hanging around the top of the purple tent. They all looked happy and calm. They all had bright colorful feathers and some even sparkled of the dime light of the tent. Roxie nodded and turned around again to face Mod.
"You give me the precursors you have now and find and catch this one bird I want and I'll give you a good detailed map on the palace. You will find your friend in no time," Mod said with a nod.
"There has to be a catch," Roxie said while putting her hands on her hips and looking at Mod with a skeptical look. "No pun intended." Daxter chuckled.
Mod gave a sigh and smiled a little as Morph flew over to him and licked his chin playfully. "The bird is very shy and got blown away from its home in a storm. It does not know where to go and is stuck in Dead Town. I've tried to capture him but..."
"But you're too old?" Daxter asked loudly and a little too boldly. Roxie hid a smile under her hand and Mod frowned.
"I need someone with more spunk and knows the place well," Mod answered while giving Daxter a stern look over his tiny reading glasses. "So will you go catch it for me?"
"If you give me the stuff I need to catch it, I will," Roxie said while getting a reassuring nod from Daxter.
Mod chuckled a little and said, "Splendid! Here is a net, wooden cage, picture of it with some facts you might want to read, and a holographic map of Dead Town. Have fun!" He handed all the stuff to Roxie and Daxter and they looked at him with wide eyes. "And take Morph along for the heck of it. He might just be useful to you."
Daxter held the net and parchment paper with both hands and looked up at Mod and asked, "Have fun? Is that a joke?" He bated away Morph with a free hand and tried to make the pink blob go away.
"Trust me, my good friend," Mod said with a smile. "If it was a joke I would have laughed. Do you see me laughing?"
"No," Daxter said flatly and gave a heavy sigh. Roxie held the cage in one hand and in the palm of the other was the map. Morph buzzed around her head at a dizzy speed and she was starting to get a headache.
"And play this," Mod said at the last minute. He threw the bamboo flute into the air and Roxie missed it. Daxter slid under it and caught the flute with his teeth. "Good catch," Mod said with a proud smile. Daxter rolled his eyes and tried to get the thing out of his mouth.
"It will attract the bird," Mod said then added, "And please don't scare it."
"Don't worry," Roxie said with venom in her voice. "We won't." She gave him a wicked smile and slowly walked out with the load of stuff in her hands. Morph followed after changing into a mini Roxie and saying in a squeaky voice, "We won't!"
"Are you sure this deal is going to work?" Roxie asked Daxter. All she got of a response was some muffled sentences. She looked down and saw that Daxter still had the flute in his mouth. She giggled and bent down to take it for him.
"That thing tastes disgusting," Daxter declared instead of a thank you.
"What?" Roxie asked. "Were you chewing on it?"
"Funny," Daxter said flatly. "You go stick that thing in your mouth."
"Not after you infected it with your animal spit!" Roxie yelled while wrinkling up her nose.
"Animal spit is a lot better than human spit, you know?" Daxter pointed out. Morph giggled and then started to hum while flying around them. He acted very much like a dog. Only this dog could change form and mimic people's words.
"Well guess what, genius?" Roxie said. "I'm an elf!" Daxter sighed in defeat and kept walking next to Roxie with the load of stuff in his hands. Roxie just smiled.
A/N: The school was real bad, I know. And I'm trying to put Daxter in character, but it is getting kind of hard to. I hope in the next chapter I will put him more in character. They are going to go bird hunting! This should be fun! Please give a review!