Before you start demanding why it took me so long to update it's because I had to go on the year 9 tour which they spent ages piling homework on us to prepare us for it and then they make us actually go on the tour. This takes around 3 months. Luckily for you people I finished my work a month early and I've just gotten back from the actual tour yesterday night.

This may seem like the same dream as before but trust me it has some stuff in it that you will all want to know. Oh and in regards to my little demon, the other demons aren't really its siblings, it just thinks of them in that way.

Now, before I do the story I will see to my reviewers.

Musouka-chan: I agree poor Keira. Here are everyone's ages. Keira 21, Daxter 23, Tess 23, Samos 57, Ashelin 35, Torn 38, Jak 21. There you go.

AngelSilentWind: No he's not dead physically only emotionally and he doesn't remember anyone. He's a mindless killing demon thingy. For now.

Silver Horror: It is going to get a lot cooler before I'm done with it.

Disclaimer:I do not own Jak or any related characters. Only any OCs that I decide to put in here and I own the storyline.

Children of War

Chapter 2 – The Second Child

"What do you say to this? When we're older I'm gonna be a mechanic and I wanna own my own race team, so… I was wondering… do you wanna be in it?" The boy nodded enthusiastically and pulled down his goggles so they covered his eyes and leapt onto the old zoomer that had, until recently, been suspended from the ceiling and pretended to be racing. The girl laughed and began to commentate. "And they're coming' round the last corner. Can he make it? Yes! He's done it! Jak has beat Erol in the class 1 racing championship race. It's Jak all the way!" Both children laughed. The boy got off the zoomer as they were called by the girl's father to be escorted to a safe-house, where they would stay for the next few weeks. They ran over but suddenly found themselves in the middle of the streets. The boy pushed her into a side alleyway and began to run. He was being chased by a Krimson Guard. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him thinking only of drawing them away from where he knew his friend was probably picking herself up off the ground angry with him for pushing her. He suddenly came face to face with even more guards and they tried to hold him still. One of them pointed a gun at his head and he stilled for a second before continuing to struggle. The one with the gun reversed it and hit him on the head hard with the butt of the gun. The force of which the Guard hit the boy caused the gun to fire, and when he hit the ground he could feel his head bleeding where it had been hit, but as he slid into unconsciousness all he could think was 'I hope they didn't find her'

Z-28 opened its eyes, puzzled as to why it continued to have this dream. He did not know how or when he started having this dream only that it had begun sometime after his first battle. He bared his fangs in a kind of sad smile as he thought of what had happened then.

Flash

Death and carnage was everywhere. The fresh smell of blood hung in the air and Z-28 was the only one of its brethren yet to make a kill. He was the smallest of its kind being about half the height of the oldest and most experienced, its speed and strength while greatly enhanced beyond a normal adult elf was still nowhere near that of his brothers and sisters. He suddenly caught a wif of something in the air, it was hard to make out but Z-28's instincts told him one thing, whatever it was that gave off the smell was weak and venerable yet still unharmed, in other words, it was the perfect target. The small demon moved towards the smell hurrying, least one of his older siblings smell it too and get there first.

When he finally reached the source of the smell it stopped short. In front of him was a girl of around eleven years old. Her aqua coloured hair was tussled and her emerald eyes screamed for someone to help her. She was only shorter than the young demon by a few centimetres and a silver spanner hung from her belt, it was this more than anything that caused something inside him to scream familiarity about her. He moved slowly towards her, willing his claws to retreat further into his hands, curiosity on his face. The girl stiffened for a few seconds before realising that whatever this creature was it was not going to harm her. Z-28 tilted his head to the side, asking her why she was here with the warriors of her kind. She bit her lip for a second before answering the demons silent question. "I'm here 'cos Erol killed Jak and I'm gonna make him and the baron, since he gave the order, pay for it" The demon's eyes widened slightly. She knew master. That was the only thing that registered in his mind at the time. If he caused this nice smelling girl harm master would be pleased because she was with what master referred to as bad people. But the young demon had his doubts. The nice smelling girl and her friends had done nothing to harm him while master and Erol had caused him pain and tortured him almost to the point of death while telling him that it was all part of a game that he had to win. In an instant he made his decision of what to do with the nice smelling girl.

The small demon guided her to where she would be safe and let her go. He knew that master would be angry and he would be punished but it would be worth it. This girl would cause trouble for master later and that was exactly what he wanted. Master was cruel and deserved every bad thing that might happen to him.

When the creatures were finished with the slaughter they were rounded up by the KG using extremely powerful shock collars. Each demon had one around its neck and one shock from those collars could send them into fits. Through this process 4 out of the twelve that had survived the original experiments, that had started eight years previously, for the oldest of them, died.

Flash

Z-28 lowered its head in what could be mistaken for sadness. Truth told it was already past the point where it could fell such useless emotions such as regret, sadness and love. He was really thinking what a shame it was that none of his brothers or sisters were alive today as they had all died from either the collars or from a dark eco overdose. The last of them had died four years after the battle in question and that made approximately six years since the last one had died today. There was a noise outside his cell and he soon found a face looking in. It was Erol. The man outside grinned, while the demon inside the cell let out a low and threatening growl.

"So Z-28. Are you ready for a bonus round of the game?"

Later that day an hour before the sun was due to set Daxter radioed in sounding very nervous indeed.

"What the hell is it Daxter?" asked Samos.

"The baron! He's ordered a surprise attack on the hideout. The KG has been ordered to go to the area that he's worked out that the main entrance is and start shootin' at anything that moves."

"Why the hell didn't you tell me sooner?"

"'Cos I only just got out of the debriefing in which I found out about it you old log! That's why. They'll be there in an hour. And sir."

"What is it Daxter?"

"I've been ordered into the squad sir."

"Oh no. Um… When you get here go off to investigate some mysterious noise and try and join up with the rest of out troops. If you can't well… If you can't do that then see if you can't get a shot to Erol's head. Keira want's to kill him herself but she'd only get killed in the attempt"

Daxter gulped. "I hope for my sake that I don't have to kill Erol, 'cos if the guards don't kill me for killin' him she will. Oh and Samos"

"What is it!"

"The Commander said something about bringing the weapon along for one last field test before sending it out to the nest."

Samos' face fell into a look of despair for a second before catching himself and replacing that look with one of authority.

"Thank-you for the information, Daxter. You better get going or someone might start to get suspicious and that would blow your cover."

With that the communication closed. Samos rubbed his forehead for a moment before beginning to bark orders.

"The baron's forces are mobilising on our position. I want every able bodied man and woman out there setting traps and preparing to defend our position."

Keira was about to go to bed early when she heard that the baron's forces were on the move and it gave her a grim pleasure to know that Erol was leading them. This would be her chance to get him for what he did to Jak. One thing did worry her though. Everyone was saying that they were bringing some sort of weapon. No-one was exactly sure what it was as no-one had actually lived to tell the tail. Keira had a felling in the pit of her stomach that she knew what the weapon was.

It had to be one of the demons, she found herself hoping that the one that had survived was the one that had helped her get away, allowing her to continue with her quest for revenge, but she knew that it was not likely as the one that helped her had been the smallest, weakest and the only one that had not become a completely mindless killing machine. She had seen the look of innocent curiosity when it looked at the bodies of fallen resistance members and she could tell that he probably thought it was all just some sort of game. He had only been a little taller than her at the time after all and how else would you get a small demon to do your bidding?

She suited up, putting on a bullet proof vest over her tank top before slipping into her combat jacket and zipping it up right to the neck. She kept her spanner and communicator on her belt but switched her normal items bag for one that carried extra ammunition and health packs.

When she was ready she walked through the hideout and outside to set her own little trap for the KG when they came riding in.

Me: For all those people who think that this is going to turn into one of those melodramatic pieces of shit where Keira kills Jak and then realises who she just killed, that is not going to happen. Keira will kill Erol. She will only attempt to kill Jak.

Keira: I don't wanna try and kill Jak I love Jak (kisses Jak)

Jak: (blissful face)

Me: Ok. Moving on. Jak is emotionally dead

Jak: I'll emotionally dead you (pulls out chainsaw)

Me: I'm the author and you can't threaten me (turns chainsaw into wumpbee)

Jak: Ahhhhhhhh! Wumpbee! RUN!

Me: Anyway the next chapter should arrive sometime in the next two weeks but it wont be posted til I have 8 reviews total.

Keira: Is that for just the chapter or the whole story?

Me: The whole story

Jak: AHhhhhhhhhhh! Wumpbee! (Continues to run around in background)

Keira: Should we help him

Me: Nah. Please Review people or I'll hit you over the head with a text book! Mwahahahahaha!