Here's chapter 3. I'll warn you ahead of time, there is quite the bit of cursing in this chapter. I used it to portray a character's anger and fustration at its peak. So I apologize if i offend anyone. On to chapter 3!
Jak broke into the fastest run he had ever done before. It was pointless to run because they'd have sight of him soon. All of this was a set-up. Jak ran and ducked behind a small trash can. He panted trying to catch his breath. He peered aroung the can, only to find Razor's thugs still looking for him. He couldn't get back to the car because there were two armed scouts standing at each side of the vehicle.
The thugs had tried to catch him on foot, but luckily Jak had a slight edge and had given them the slip. Only for the moment though. They grew closer to where he was hiding. Jak could run for it, but he'd be in plain sight. The only way out was up the street, which was going upward like a hill. I'd be stupid as hell to even run up that damn hill. But there wasn't much that Jak could do. He had to run for it.
"Meow!" That annoying black cat came up behind him, scaring Jak half to death.
"Shut up you stupid cat!" Jak whispered loudly to it. The thugs were within feet of where Jak hid. He had to make quick work to get out of here. Jak looked around for a good distraction.
"Meow." The cat's voice was lower, as if it understood what Jak meant.
Jak eyed the cat. He extended his arms to the cat so he could pick it up. "Come here kitty..." Jak whispered qiuetly. The cat actually came to Jak. He lifted it into his arms. "Any second now..." The thugs were within two feet of where Jak was. Jak leapt up, startling the thugs, and yelled, "Take this you assholes!" Jak took the cat and hurled it at the thugs. The cat in mid air extended its claws and latched itself onto on of the thugs.
Jak sped in the other direction, up the hill, and then out of sight. The thug screamed and yelled to get the cat off. The other went to hit the cat with the butt of his pistol, but the shillful cat leapt onto his face instead, tearing it to shreads with its bare claws and teeth. After the attack was finished, the cat attacked the opponents legs, ripping tears in the pants and flesh. The cat then bolted off, in the same direction that Jak had gone.
The lead thug, who's face was bleeding profusely, ordered, "After him, you morons! And shoot that damn cat while your at it!"
The others obeyed the command and they hopped into their vehicles, which were all mounted with the best weapon systems money could buy. They sped out of the parking lot, all on the search for Jak.
Jak could see the vehicles coming at him fast. He had no choices and no way to escape them. They were coming at him fast and he couldn't run anymore. His sides felt as if they would split at any given moment and he gasped for breath. That same black cat came up to him and rubbed his legs. "Will you go the hell away!" Jak screamed at the cat. The cat lifted its head to him, in its mouth were some very sharp tacks. Jak took the tacks from its mouth. "You are no ordinary cat. That's for sure."
Jak sprinkled the tacks onto the road. "This is so cliche." The cars came fast and as Jak anticipated they ran over the tacks and the tires exploded on impact. "I feel as if i'm in a cartoon." Jak said to the cat. Jak looked up and saw a familiar 'street grinder' coming his way. It was Ashelin.
She came to a haulting stop, "What the hell is going on here!"
"Long story. But I need to be able to talk to the others because we have a situation." Jak explained as the thugs came warily out of their vehicles.
"Hop in! You can explain later." Jak ran to the car to jump in and saw the cat standing there looking at him. He quickly turned around and scooped the cat into his arms and then hopped into the car. Ashelin hit the gas and they sped off. Leaving the stranded thugs in the smoke.
Keira opened her eyes slowly. She lifted her head and looked around. It was a fairly large room with a wooden dresser, an apparent walk-in closet, white walls, and a beige carpet. Keira was lying on a twin size bed with black sheets. Where...where am I?
The door opened. A man entered the room. He had short, sleek hair and was dressed rather well. Anyone would reconize his face it was Razor. Keira felt her blood boil. Which was an unusual feeling for her, she had never felt so angry before. But Keira disguised her anger and distaste with a calm and serene face.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Keira. Jak's mechanic, hmm."
Keira was silent.
"Oh don't be too angry." Razor walked up to her so he was face to face with her. "Nothing will happen to you. All your team needs to do is meet my demands and they can have you back."
"Are you insane?" Keira could feel the anger rush into her voice.
"Relax, relax. I can assure you i'm perfectly sane. And no need to worry. Jak won't be hurt... much." Razor snickered.
"You psychotic basterd! If you even hut him I'll-"
"Do what?" Razor asked. "At the current moment you can't do much."
"I beg to differ." At the instant that Keira finished her sentence she lashed out her nails at his face. They dug deep into his skin, drawing more and more blood as she clung harder and harder. Razor threw his hands to his face to remove keira's nails, but Keira threw herself forward and dug her teeth into his hands. Leaving multiple bite marks on him.
Razor pulled away, surprised. Keira stood her ground firmly, ready to fight at a moments notice. Razor began to laugh. Keira was behooed by this. Razor wiped some of the blood off of his face. "Impressive. I hadn't expected that, espically from a female like yourself. I'll admit you had me there." He smiled. "Care to share dinner with me?"
Ok, end of chapter 3. Jak has quite the bit of problems to handle. And I decided to show Keira's fighting spirit. But Razor has some plans for Keira and it isn't looking good. Thanks for reading and i'll have chapter 4 up in no time. Please review and tell me how i'm doing.