Thank you guys soooo much for the reviews on my first four chapters! Being that this is my first fanfic, all the feedback I get is so helpful and it inspires me to keep going. Lots of props to Jaksgirl.not, Nefertari22, and CrazyOttsel. Glad to know that other people share my Jak Joy!

Also there's an error in this chapter where it looks like I typed a bunch of letters but when I checked the original document, it looks fine so I don't know where that's coming from…

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Chapter Five

The city streets blurred by and the sounds of unknown voices filled Jak's ears as he drove toward his destination. The city lights seemed to die out as he headed farther and farther outside the city. It figures Mizo would choose to meet him outside the city. With his left arm on the steering wheel, Daxter had taken the bandages hidden in the glove compartment to wrap around his injured right arm as he drove. He did this silently without question or comment as to what was going to happen when they got to the stadium. Right now neither of them knew what to say. They just drove silently into the night, letting the mist coat their bodies with goose bumps. The wind harshly blew through their hair as Jak increased speed. He lost himself in his thoughts as he drove on. It seemed Daxter had done the same.

Jak reminisced of the moment when he chose to force Keira to drink the potion through his lips. At the time he thought, There's no other way, and once he grabbed her and felt her struggle and the tears upon his cheeks, he started to regret his decision.

Maybe I should've tried to convince her more and controlled my temper. No, there wasn't any time. What could I have said that would've made her change her mind? She's just as stubborn as her mother, Samos is always saying. I had no choice. I bet she hates me. I'm sure a bruise will form on her neck from grabbing her so hard. I'm such a bastard. Samos must think I'm some asshole forcing myself on his daughter like that. But I couldn't let her die if I failed or died trying to get the antidote. I care for her too much to just let her get dragged down into something she would've never got involved with if it wasn't for me two years ago. I'm the one who got involved with the crime boss Krew. I did his dirty work for him despite her warnings. It all came to bite us in the ass by coming to Kras City, all because I needed Krew in order to carry out my revenge plot against the Baron. But the Baron deserved what he got, not just because of what he did to me but what he was doing to the city. I did the right thing. I bet she doesn't think so…

His thoughts just continued to eat him alive. He struggled through his past memories from the last four years with Kor, Damas, Erol and so many other faces.

Damas…father, I wish I could've gotten to know you better. At least I would've had someone to give me a word of wisdom when I needed it most.

Daxter's long ears were slicked back upon his soggy head as he wrapped his body around Jak's neck like a scarf. His body shivered from the cold but that was the last thing on his mind.

I can't believe this is happening. Boy if that Krew were alive I'd make sure we killed him again and again till I felt satisfied. I've never seen Jak act that way towards Keira. He must be really crazy about the gal. I hope they can work things out between them. I hope Tess isn't too worried. I already had a hard time calming her down when I told her the situation. I hope she's taking care of the Naughty Ottsel without any trouble. If anyone gave her trouble I swear I'll kill 'em…with Jak's help of course. Sigh…I miss curling up under the bar with her after closing. I miss her giggles when we'd sneak into the cabinets and fool around in the dark while bumping into the bottles we had stored in there. My Tessy baby, I can't wait to come home. I'll make sure I'll bring Mr. Superhero home with me. I ain't going nowhere without him.

He nodded at his silent agreement with himself and Jak turned his head to look at him, curious as to what he was nodding about. The action was quickly dismissed when they both saw the Dirt Stadium slowly coming into view through the darkness. The stadium lights were on. Both they're bodies began to tense as they looked around, being aware of they're surroundings in case something unexpected should happen. They were now in the danger zone. Neither of them knew what Mizo had in mind for Jak but one thing was for sure, with Jak's life slowly ticking away and in Mizo's hands, it probably wasn't going to be very good.

Jak stepped out of his Boomer, still looking around for any signs of anything as he headed to the trunk. He opened the trunk to view all his weapon choices and his Eco supply. He picked up the Dark Eco injection and Daxter's eyes widened.

"Jak, don't."

"I have to Dax. I might have to use that side of me and I'll need Dark Eco to make it last. Don't worry, I'm taking in some Light Eco as well."

Daxter still gave his friend a look of worry.

"Don't worry, I promise, I'll only let my dark side out only if absolutely necessary"

Daxter finally nodded in agreement as he watched Jak push the needle into the veins of his left arm. He could see Jak's eyes flicker with black and his skin slightly pale. He needed to be ready for anything. He needed to live and if he was going to die, he wasn't going to die without killing Mizo first.

Next he injected himself with the Light Eco injection and his eyes flickered white. Daxter seemed more comfortable with that reaction than the one before it. Even though Jak never talked when he was in these forms, he always felt a lot better with light side of him than the dark side who at times lashed at others without realizing. Being on his shoulder and next to him at all times, Daxter could almost smell the blood thirst in him when he turned into his demon form. But once Jak was given his light powers, no matter how deadly the situation was, he always felt a cool and calm feeling spread through his body. It was almost as if he wouldn't care if they died when he was in his light form because he already felt as if he were in the heavens. However no matter how he felt, light or dark form, the heavens was not a place Daxter wanted to see tonight, not him or his long time companion Jak.

Jak then rummaged through his trunk, undecided on which weapon to use. He didn't know what awaited him inside the stadium. He didn't know if he needed to be ready to defend himself against just Mizo or if Mizo brought along some company. He didn't know if this was a trap or if Mizo would be man enough to step up to him face to face. He didn't know a lot of things. Jak was not very fond of not knowing things. This made him grow even angrier. He lacked too many details and most of all lacked precious time. Nothing was planned and this time there was no calling for backup from Torn, Ashelin or Sig. He was alone, with his furry companion on his shoulder, his life slowing being sucked out of him by this burning deadly liquid in his veins. What was this shortness of breath he was beginning to feel? So this is what it must be like to really fear death.

Finally feeling defeated with his inner turmoil, he grabbed the weapon he already used earlier and hoped for the best. The Vulcan Fury had three settings anyway so he can use them to his advantage. Setting one, Vulcan Fury, setting two, the Arc Wielder, and setting three, the Needle Lazer. The laser equipped on the gun would help him aim if this were to be a long-range battle. Either way he hoped it would be a short and painful battle, for Mizo of course.

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He could hear his own footsteps lightly stepping through the dark halls of the Dirt Stadium's entrance. This is where many of the Death Matches were held and it was obvious. It reeked of death. Upon the soil were the skid marks of lost souls, sacrificed in the harsh deadly battle in which the public made into a sport, racing. Crimson blood and mud stained and splattered the walls of the stadium. So many lives are sacrificed here during the racing events for sport and he wondered if that's why Mizo made the choice of meeting him here. He was playing with Jak's life like it was a sport and Mizo obviously found it amusing. Jak's voice echoed around him as he yelled out in the center of the stadium.

"Where are you Mizo? You got what you wanted! I'm here, so now what do you want from me?"

Mizo's loud sadistic laugh erupted through the stadium and the echoes of it were bouncing off the walls. It was such a disgusting noise to Jak. He wanted so badly to shut it up. He snarled at this thought as he listened for a response other than Mizo's disgusting laughter. He heard the roaring of an engine nearby and it caused him to turn to the sound. Mizo's purple vehicle slowly came into view as he drove toward him, slowing down as he got closer. Jak's body tensed as his fists began to clench at themselves. He had to restrain himself from ripping him apart as soon as he came out of his vehicle because he needed the antidote. He had no choice but to hear him out first and let a plan formulate in his head.

Mizo's car stopped a couple of feet in front of Jak. He seemed pretty confident that Jak wouldn't kill him if he parked his car so close to him, it must've meant that whatever deal he had in store for Jak, it was probably something that left no room for refusal. Jak eyed the vial in Mizo's front pocket on his shirt. He wanted to taunt him with it, remind him that his life was in his hands. Mizo did not step out of the car; instead he stood up on his driver's seat so that Jak can clearly see him when he spoke

Guess he's not so confident after all.

"Glad to see you can make it champ," Mizo said sarcastically in his G.T. Blitz voice. He gave that same sparkling smile that he deceived the public with. It made Jak sick in the stomach. The look on Daxter's disgusted face said he felt the same.

"What do you want?" Jak snarled, trying to stay as calm as possible.

A devious grin spread across Mizo's face, "I heard you were Krew's muscle back in Haven City. Now Krew's dead and I'm the biggest crime boss around. You can obviously handle your cars well and you definitely got the killer instinct."

"Get to your point Mizo"

"Oh yes, I'm sorry, I forgot you were short on time" with this comment he made a quick chuckle to himself. "So who didn't get to drink an antidote? Was it your furry friend there? Or was it your precious mechanic?" Jak's eyes were flickering black as he heard the emphasis in Mizo's voice when he said "precious mechanic". Jak didn't answer and continued to let his deadly glare burn into Mizo's face. "Ah-ha…so neither of your friends missed the antidote, it was you wasn't it. Typical of you Jak, always trying to be the hero, and now you're just left to die. This just makes the deal even more delicious."

"You talk too much Mizo!" Daxter's voice interrupted him. He was getting just as frustrated as Jak. He knew time was running out and Mizo's blabbering wasn't helping.

Mizo cleared his throat and continued, "You see Jak, I can give you a power you've never had before. All you need to do is join my team. I can put you right next to me and together we can take over this whole damn sport and every city around."

Jak stood staring at him, anger burning in his eyes, his fists still clenching themselves. He brought his arm to his back to grab his gun as he slowly pulled it out to his side. Daxter's stance changed, knowing Jak was ready to move and ready to fight.

"I'd rather die Mizo"

Surprisingly Mizo just laughed, instead of being intimidated that Jak was getting ready to attack, he laughed as if nothing was going to happen to him. This confused Jak, and worried him. Why the hell was he laughing? What else did he have up his sleeve?

"I knew you'd say something like that Jak. That's why I made sure I had a little back up plan in case you did refuse the deal and the antidote. You see, I did a little background check on you Jak. I know who your friends are, I know where you all come from. I already gave Razor the word, if you try anything and I don't leave this stadium and call him by one in the morning, he will be in the Inn in Kras City and kill your girl. By coincidence, his room is on the same floor as her. I'll make sure you never leave the stadium in time to stop him."

"You fu--in bastard!", he pulled up his gun and aimed at Mizo's head. Mizo quickly dropped into his driver's seat and started the engine.

"I thought you said you'd fight like a man!"

"Ahh I told you to fight like a man, I never said I would. So now that makes you an idiot instead of the man" and he continued to laugh, that disgusting evil laughter that echoed around him with the roars of his engine. "So do you still refuse Mr. Hero? Now someone else is at stake because of your stupidity."

"I still refuse, and as for Razor, I'll make sure he gets it too"

Mizo didn't notice that Daxter was not on Jak's shoulder anymore as he began to drive his vehicle toward Jak. Jak saw the speeding car go straight for him and his body jumped to the right onto the muddy floor to avoid the hit. He felt the pain shoot through his arm as he landed on it and yelled out in pain. Now on his side, he aimed his gun for Mizo's screeching tires while Mizo made a U-turn towards Jak's direction again. Jak quickly got up when he saw Mizo reach for the levers that turned on his submachine gun.

That dirty bastard!

Shots were fired across the ground after Jak, dirt shooting up in the air and onto his body. Jak ran for cover toward the tunnel nearby. He needed to think and do it fast. There was no way he could get close to Mizo's vehicle with him shooting straight at him. He had no choice but to use his powers. He didn't want to use them. He knew it would just drain him more and would allow the poison to sink through him faster. He had no choice. He needed to do this fast so he could catch up with Razor at the Inn. It was already 12:25.

Mizo's confident laugh in the battle was lost in surprise when he saw a white light glowing from inside the tunnel. His eyes widened as he saw a white figure emerge from the tunnel's darkness. It had white eyes, wings, and it looked almost like an angel but it seemed to be Jak. His mouth hung open in shock as he stared at the figure but once he saw him walking toward the car he shook his head back into reality and shot his submachine gun again. Jak's wings flung him into the air at full speed to avoid the shots as he swooped down towards Mizo in the driver's seat. Mizo continued to fire at Jak but the guns equipped to his car didn't reach that high. He was about to step on the gas pedal to increase his speed when he realized Jak was headed straight for him and he raised one arm up to shield himself for whatever was coming. With the other arm he grabbed the steering wheel and he felt Jak's arms wrap around his neck and his wings wrap around to block his view as he tried to drive. The car was spinning and swerving ferociously as Jak tightened his grip trying to hold on. Jak looked up to see they were nearing one of the stadium walls and somehow within the commotion, he was able to throw himself off before Mizo's car crashed into the wall at full speed. Jak's wings encircled him as he shielded himself from the fireballs, flying metal and the rest of the debris flying off from the explosion of Mizo's car. He felt the heat of the fire upon his wings and he slowly opened them to see half of Mizo's body trapped in his driver's seat. The car was going to explode any minute so he needed to get that antidote now. Jak swooped down to Mizo, his head dripping with blood and one of his hands trapped with his lower body.

Jak came up beside him and as he drew near, a sudden horror took over him. Where's the antidote? It's not in his pocket anymore!

He clutched Mizo's collar "Where is it! It was in your pocket!"

Mizo's eyes focused onto Jak's and he let out a weak chuckle "I don't know. You're the smart one"

Jak's anger finally grew to his boiling point. How could he laugh even when death was staring him right in the face? He's still laughing! Unbelievable! Jak felt his body weaken and his lungs painfully released some hacking coughs. He knew he was using the last of his life. He coughed up blood upon Mizo's eyes and Mizo clenched them closed as he did this. Once he opened them again he saw something different from what he last saw. It was horrifying. The smile was wiped off his face as fear shook in his eyes. He stared into the cold, merciless, black eyes of a demon in front of him, still clutching at his collar. Electric bolts shot from his body and horns grew out of his white stained head. He was staring at the devil. It was the last thing he saw before Jak lifted his left hand and clawed his head, causing his neck to turn swiftly. With a slight snapping sound, his neck was broken and he was dead.

The blackness then slowly left Jak's eyes as he felt all his energy being drained from him. His body fell to the floor and he began to crawl away from the burning car. He heard the explosion behind him as his vision began to blur. All he saw was his own hands in front of him, clawing at the dirt as he tried to hang onto life. His body felt too heavy to drag after what seemed like an eternity and his head dropped into the mud. Darkness began to swallow him and his eyelids started to fall.

No! I can't die now! Keira! I need to save her! No, please! There's still so much that I want to do with my life! Not Yet!

That was the last thing he remembered before his mind could think no more and the darkness had finally suffocated him.

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Sorry guys, another cliffhanger! I swear I wasn't planning on doing this but I was running out of time. So what happens to Keira? Where is Daxter? Is Jak really dead? Stay tuned and you'll find out folks. Don't forget to review!