"Get some! Get some!" Daxter shrieked, almost high on the scent of blood and eco draining from the fallen Metalheads before their bodies went critical and melted away. The Vulcan Fury roared away until its shots were cut short with a haunting snap.
"Damn. Out of ammo." Jak snarled switching to the Scatter Gun, the only other weapon with ammo. "We'll do this the old fashioned way." And the Metalheads were thrown in all directions beneath Haven's night sky.
Meya's nostrils flared on the wind as the scent of heated metal and tainted blood enticed her towards the Forest Gate. She ran on through the twisted metal and concrete city, completely oblivious to the looks she elicited as she moved about in the open without the fake ears she normally wore over her docked ones, that one scent buried in the millions which wrapped themselves around her drew her on. She opened her jaws and licked her lips, her filled fangs she used for killing bared to the light of the night street lamps. She snapped eagerly at that scent, she turned a corner and it grew stronger. Two corners, three, four, her running feet suddenly padded on the soft grass of one of Haven's agricultural districts, she surged forward, the scent of blood triggering another burst of adrenalin. Her sense of hearing in no way was impaired by her shortened ears, picked up the rhythmatic bang of a powerful firearm. A howl ripped its way to the night sky. The shots were cut short. She guessed the person was out of ammo, and she charged on howling madly, reveling in the blood stained grass.
"Out again!" Jak cursed planting his fist in the nearest Metalhead's face.
"Deja Vu! What now Golden Boy?" Daxter said, his ears pricking at a strange sound. "You hear that"
"Not again!" Jak whirled on three on comers flinging them to the ground.
"No, seriously, it's closer this time!" Daxter stared towards the source of the sound. This time Jak heard. Loud and clear. It sounded like an escaped animal, or something large and mean.
"Watch out Jak! It might be these guy's backup!" Daxter yelled. Jak nodded and flung more of the creatures to the ground. The only ones who seemed to not hear where the Metalheads, they would hear too late.
Meya skidded to a halt, panting on the wet crimson grass and stared vacantly at the mass of Metalheads occupying themselves with attacking one lone man in their midst. Her hands seemed to be trained by their masters, the bone knives on her hips, they leapt there without hesitation and she bounded into the silver and blue mass of Metalheads.
Jak turned as a doorway seemed to be cut trough the Metalheads to his left. A pair of vicious silvery green eyes stared at him through a gaping hole in a Metalheads' skull. He was caught off guard and a Metalhead took advantage of this and struck. Steel hard fore claws crashed down atop his head, forcing him into subconscious darkness.
Blood rained down on Meya as she forced her way beneath the snapping jaws and cutting claws. She clicked her tongue, enjoying the pain the attackers put on her, but they couldn't do enough. She struck like a demonic snake, and the beasts between her and Jak fell dead. She waded in and grappled with Jak's body as the Metalheads struck. She could sense he could take no more, if he did, he'd be dead, so she hid him beneath herself as the creatures made her blood join their own. She loved it.
Time to be. She agreed with the thought.
Daxter watched in horror from under Jak's arm the things the fifteen year old did to the attackers, he would be forever haunted by those images.
Hi everyone! It's been ages, but neither I nor the story are dead. Expect more coming soon, I don't want to ruin the surprise!