Author's Note:
Jynxie: (cowers) I swear I'm not dead just lazy–er...I mean writing...blocked...eh...New chapters of my stories shall be out soon!DON'T KILL ME!
Muse: (snickers) Good save.
Jynxie: (glares at Muse) Oh, bite me.
Disclaimer: Er...uh...do I really come off a rich? I mean come on...I would be making my own hippie invested Jak games if I owned the stuff!
Chapter Summary: Torn hits the fog, gets the crap beat out of him, and still manages to remain completely oblivious to everything!
Those Hazy Days
Chapter 2
Torn felt weird for some reason. Not the kind of weird feeling you get when you're all alone and driving through the unnaturally empty streets of Haven City.
No, this was a very odd and relaxing kind of feeling, which to him, his usual bad-ass, always on guard to anyone and everything self, felt weird.
In fact, he hadn't felt this relaxed since the age of 15. Not that there had been anything special about him at that age, mind you, just the certain influences he and most of his age group were under at the time...which was kind of a normal everyday activity back then.
But that was like ten years ago; he wasn't some stupid little punk kid anymore...just a stupid taller punk adult. Which basically meant that he was now slightly more dignified and responsible than what he had been as a teenager. Plus, he could shoot things without getting chased down by Krimzon Guards. (Of course, that had only happened like once, and it was just a little beebe blaster; really no cause to be shot at by a bunchy of titanium covered morons if you asked him...Plus, that one guy's butt eventually healed!)
Ahem, anyway, this fog he was having to drive through was beginning to irritate him.
Wait–fog? He mentally questioned, glancing around.
Since when was there fog? Wait–since when was he driving? Oh, right, he remembered...Ashelin's psycho self and her tendency to be over-dramatic about the littlest of things. Yeah...so he was fleeing then...right...
Yeah...
God, what the hell was wrong with him?
Eh...maybe he had drank too much coffee this morning and his mind was having a bad reaction to all the caffeine. Or maybe that little vain in his forehead that tended to pulsate when he was undescribably angry (which was like, what, every two seconds?) finally burst and he was suffering from severe brain damage.
...Or maybe it's just this goddamn fog that's blinding me!
Wait–If he was blinded at the moment...was it really safe for him to be driving–
"Wall, wall, WALL!" He shrieked and made a mad dive into a tuck-and-roll, which landed him on a random old guy while his new Freedom League issued zoomer exploded into a million pieces as it collided with said wall.
After a few seconds, Torn quickly composed himself and yelled as he shook his fist at the his now mangled pieces of metal, "Extra protection for the driver, my ass!"
The poor old random guy who was, unbeknownst to Torn, smooshed face first into the ground under the younger man's standing form, let out a painful groan.
"My...My hip..."
Torn's eyes widened at the sound of the muffled whimper, and he idly glanced down at his feet.
He raised an eyebrow and stepped off of the wrinkled elf. Afterwards, he curiously tucked the tip of his foot under the man's middle and rolled him over onto his back.
Upon seeing his face, Torn's eyebrow unwillingly raised higher.
"Hey...don't I know you?"
The old man let out a strained cough and quickly pulled out a heavy wooden cane out of no where and whacked the unsuspecting Torn in his shin.
The usually poised and self-reliant man let out a girly, out of character yelp and clutched onto his injured leg.
"What the hell was that for, you crazy old fart!" Torn demanded, hopping on his unwhacked leg to keep his balance.
Damn stupid fog and its damn stupid clouds of mind relaxation effects that causes people to run their brand new vehicles into damn stupid walls and land on damn stupid, creepy old people who whack you with their damn stupid canes! He mentally cursed.
"You crazy young moron!" The old man snapped, coughing as the fog entered his lungs, and used his evil whacking stick of doom to pull himself up.
"ME? You're the one hitting people with canes for no reason!" Torn countered.
"You crushed me into the ground, you spineless little whelp!"
Torn blinked.
"Touche. But you don't just whack people with your cane like a mad man!"
"Yeah? Well, you shouldn't run your damn vehicle into a wall like a moron!"
Torn twitched.
"Touche, again. But–But," he twitched in a more obvious manner, "you're still old!"
"And you still crashed your zoomer into a wall like a moron!"
"Quit calling me a moron!" Torn yelled.
"Well, don't run your zoomer into a wall and land on defenseless old men and I won't have to!" The old man hissed, warningly shaking his frail, wrinkled fist.
"I should just arrest you!"
"You'd have to catch me first, you corn rolled moron!" Without warning the old man whacked Torn's other shin, causing him to crumble to the ground in pain, and waddled away cackling.
Torn stifled his urges to cry and, for some odd reason, hug a puppy and yelled, "That's it! You are goin' down, grandpa!"
He whimpered, clutching his bruising limbs, "R-Right after I heal..."
Author's Note:
Jynxie: Yeah, yeah. Kinda short–
Muse: Kinda pointless.
Jynxie: But...eh...this is how the chapters are going to go...Each chapter is going to be based on a certain character(s) as they travel through the illegal smoke-filled streets of Haven until they eventually all meet up at the big finale!
Muse: (fakes enthusiasm) Woo!
Jynxie: (glares at Muse) You, jackass...Ahem...anyway, R and R please, and tell us what you think!
Love, Peace,
Jynx, Muse