In the darkness, she saw him as she remembered him, caring and kind. His bright brown eyes reflecting nothing of what he was now. His training and years of cruelty far from those gentle eyes.
She could see him, his unmarred face smiling at her through the darkness. The image she held dear of him. Without warning, that image became fierce, cold, uncaring. A foolish looking warrior who left her for that mechanic.
She snorted in her sleep, her face screwing up into a sinister scowl. Much like his. Her bandaged hands fidgeted unconsciously at the long tattered sleeves of her blood stained tan blouse. Jak watched her silently as he piloted the fire green two-seater hover vehicle to the Haven Forest gate. Still clutching the Dark Eco crystal to her shirt, the liquid began to eat through her bandages making them smolder. He vaguely wondered if it was enough for her wounds, but then again, some never heal.
"I wish she'd stop doing that!" Daxter spoke semi-softly in Jak's ear. "That creeps me out."
"Let her dream Dax, it might be all she has left." Jak replied dodging below a slow moving Zoomer. He glanced back at her. Her face set into a soundless scream, eyes half open, they whirled wildly this way and that. In the warm air, he shivered, he had to agree with Daxter. There was something very wrong with this woman.
In the darkness, she again was staring down the barrel of the man's firearm. She felt cold.
"I don't need you any more. Your days have been numbered, and today, your number's drawn!" he cried. She felt the heated plasma like substance enter her skull. Pain and horror pulled her to the ground, even as she watched, he turned on his heel and stalked back to the waiting Guards. Turning to catch a last glance at the dying woman, he spat in her eye.
"Take this corpse into the forest to bring the metal heads closer to the city for our attack." he spoke to two of the crimson men. Time slowed and blurred as she was thrown into the back of a Transport that had so conveniently dropped into the Water Slums outside her house.
The warm winds blew her fiery red hair from her devilish brown eyes. Much like his. Jak had seen her before, or someone related to her, but he couldn't recall. A perfectly circular scar set on her brow between her eyes.
"What's that?!" Daxter cried staring at her scar. "Looks like she had a horn." Jak's eyes found the scar easily.
"Or was shot." Jak said. "But she should be dead if she was shot."
"Maybe she's a zombie! AAAAGH!! What have I told you about helping people?!" Daxter cried.
"My…my brother. Don't die. I'm coming f for you." her speech slurred by Gods-know-what.
The Blood Red One heard her and knew that she would be returning soon for the bloody wreck of the once proud warrior now laying beneath the tree. He would wait and she would come.