Jak groaned and his mind burrowed deeper into the shadows of sleep. White hot pain lanced across his mind again and again until his eyelids flew open, surprised by the unseen onslaught.
"Thanks a lot for leaving me with this one!" Daxter scolded slapping Jak again. "While you were safely asleep, Wonder Woman over there killed everything, and I mean EVERYTHING!" Jak was leaning against the wall in the only place where blood wasn't cooling on the grass. His head ached murderously, and his face stung where Daxter slapped him over and over again. His blurry vision fixed on an odd shaped object moving on the grass no less than fifty feet from where he was placed. His vision cleared, and oh, by the Precursors, how he wished it hadn't.
The still twitching body of a fully grown Metalhead lay propped in the lap of a girl cross legged on the reddened grass. Her eyes stared unseeing, the same eyes he noted, that he saw before blacking out, at her hands, yet she seemed uninterested in their activities. The Metalhead's chest cavity was sliced open, the way a sedated Crocadog would be on a Veterinarian's table. The big difference:
This Metalhead wasn't sedated, it was very much awake. She cut deeper and the creature let out a sickening guttural sound and died, it's body melting down and burning away, taking some of the girl's skin with.
"Pity." she whispered licking halfheartedly at some of the ungodly amount of blood covering over ninety percent of her body. Her tongue rasped over her scalded hands and Jak shuddered at the thought of the uncomfortable feeling, Daxter heaved. She turned and scowled towards Jak and the vomiting ottsel on his chest. "Maybe you'll be different."
"Run Jak!" Daxter cried between mouthfuls. All Jak could do was sit there hypnotized by the eyes which seemed to have green-black flames radiating from their outer corners. Jak staggered to his feet, distantly obliging to Daxter's will to live. She stood there as he blundered back towards the palace, she just watched him go and smiled. He would be different.
Time to be. Her meddlesomeconscience forced her on and she bounded after Jak and Daxter full tilt.