Punches the air Freedom! Freeeeee! Sugar!
…Oh, hi.
Yeah, I just got outta school for a whole two months (WHOOOTTTT!) so I'm hyper. Very,very hyper. The coke (the drink, the drink! Jeez!) and the junk food may have contributed to the hyper ness as well………
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Sanity is for the weak-minded!
To My Reviewers (people actually read my stuff…?)
Yes 1 for 2:
EMILY:- evil, evil, evil, (five hours later)….evil, EVIL! blinks waiiit…I'm on holiday now. Heh.
My Plans: Sleep. Surf on W.W.W. draw meercats (don't ask, my friend loves 'em). Procrastinate. Do art H/w. Play on PS2. Write LOTS. Read fanfics. Read web-comics.
Rinse and repeat.
And scince I am the revenge type, it's a good thing you stopped where you were. Mwahahahahahah
pets white cat
Gets mauled by white cat
…Ow.
Babyblues15: Wheeee! Will do!
Jaklover123: Aw thanks, the idea just pooped into my head (and now it won't get out…dumb storylines…over-reactive imaginations are a bitch, I tell ya)
The Ugly Solider:
Uhhh….shite. Righti-ho, lets get started or rather, edit…it….aw nuts.
You make good points…especially about the croca-dog thing. (I would of thought it would have lived to Jak TPL, scince dogs last about 14-15 years, so I thought it didn't go back in time. JEEZ!)
Anyway for those who can't be bothered to read the edited version (I wouldn't, personally) here is the nessisary info.
The croca-dog, Zanna, in this story is NOT young Jaks one. Young Jaks croca-dog went back in time. Jak got a new crocadog. (Female! There aren't enough girls in the Jak games). Two different croca-dogs. Zanna is slate blue with navy blue markings, and a light grey patch over one eye.
No, Torn ISN'T working for the underground, but the building is still there (pretty derelict, but still) and has the only comm. unit capable in the city of reaching Sparagus that wasn't turned on in the Surges, so their using that. It is also the only place that didn't go BANG, again because nothing was turned on there.
White/Light eco was a mix-up that I didn't catch when I read over it. The same goes for the Damas/Mar stuff.
The citizens of Sparagus and Haven knew that his surname was Mar, and that he was the son of Damas, but they don't know that Jak IS Mar, and he doesn't plan on telling them.
It would be like George Bush telling the world he was Jesus…Oh, wait, the world already thinks G. W. Bush is insane.
Eh….you get the idea.
BTW the word is ensue, not insure.
…God I get bitchy sometimes. ANYWAY….
NOW ON WITH THE DAMNED FIC!
The black film rose from the deep under-ground spring, pushing upwards. It rose, higher and higher, along with the freezing cold spring water.
It squirted out of a fountain, high above the ground and landed in a pool. There it drifted to the surface, and began to whirlpool lazily, the sunlight from the massive tinted windows that enclosed the pool playing across it, and causing an aurora to dance across it. Just as it was about to form-
-it was sucked down another pipe. If the being that was trying to form actually had a mouth, it would have screamed in fustratation. And then in pain. It is not fun trying to create a solid form three times too big for the pipe it is being sucked down.
Surprisingly, being sucked down a pipe is not a walk in the park either.
The being landed into another pool. This one was much smaller, and shallower. It didn't matter though; it would big enough to morph properly. The black film swirled on the surface, then flashed an off-white colour, and a humanoid form took shape.
Maia opened her eyes-
And bit back a shriek when she found herself lying on top of a semi-naked man. (A/N: I'm going to hell for this…) Actually, a semi-naked drowning man, as her entire weight was pushing him underwater. She pulled herself out of the bathtub, and pulled the man out of the water by his rather garish, florescent yellow hair.
Jak had florescent hair…
She looked at him with renewed interest. He seemed to have the same facial structure as the brat had, but this man was more grizzled, older and tougher. And the mute freak would have died at least 400 years ago…
As her eyes travelled down to his chest she saw that he was one of the Blessed – he channelled dark eco! However…he had also been cursed, with the searing, unholy light eco.
"One of your descendents, perhaps Jak?" she smirked, "And an Eco Mage…I'll be back for you-"
A loud snore interrupted her monolog. Turning, she saw a male nurse sleeping in a chair not far from the tub. In his arms he cradled a cheap plastic clipboard. In bold, angular symbols it read:
Name: Jak Beville Ha'kann Mar (Does your namesake make you proud Jak? You dead, mute bastard.)
Age: 18Status: Fever, Eco-Induced Coma Due To Surge.
Treatment: No Contact to Green Eco. Exposure to cold water to reduce fever, anti-biotic …
What followed was a list of seemingly random chemical names and numbers, listing painkillers, and healing drugs. Next came the charts, of more random figures. But wait…here was an interesting passage…
Patient has had frequent contact with coloured eco for most of his life.
At 14 years of age he came in contact with Aphotic Eco (dark eco), variant 32, in the Baron's Dark Warrior program amongst other, many un-known substances, regularly for two years, resulting in the creation of an Alter ego, dubbed Dark Jak. Side effects include:
tempory madness
Destructive tendencies
Memory loss
Loss of channelling abilities
Tempory invincibility.
'Super human' feats
Few have survived his attacks when he is in this state.
At 18 years he came into contact with Lucent Eco (light eco) variant unknown. Details are unknown, but it resulted in a second, balancing alter ego, dubbed Light Jak.
Light Jak seems to be a purely defensive persona. Side effects include:
Memory loss
Passive tendencies
'Super human' feats
He has never attacked civilians, in this form and appears to prefer not to fight.
'Hmmm…'thought Maia 'he could be useful…'
She looked over at the man. "I'll be back," she whispered, and strode out the white plastered room, dripping water as she walked.
She wondered how her brother was doing, infiltrating the palace.
Gol gently tapped at the sewer coverings, his face twisted in anger.
They had been bolted down with a sturdy metal, iron bars wielded across the outside and then had been covered with a type of concrete, if the grey rock poking through the gaps was any indication. Which made a quiet entrance impossible.
Which suited Gol just fine.
Tracing a pattern on the rusted metal covering, he tensed is leg muscles, as sparks marked where once his fingers had run. The acidic stench of dark eco wafted delicately around the sewers, and the substance in question began to dissolve the blackened metal. Gol climbed back down the ladder-
As the bindings and the concrete barring his way exploded outwards, vaporised. Burning grey dust filled the air, as Gol pulled himself up into the palace basement. Coughing at the amount of dust in the air, Gol pulled his cloak over his face and leaned against a blood-red wall.
Semi-blinded, his sharp ears picked out the sound of voices.
"It came from down there!" said the first voice nervously
"What are you're waiting for? Go check it out!" Said a second, trying to sound commanding. Instead he sounded like a sulky three year old.
"No, you go down there!"
"You!"
"You scared?" A third man joined in
"No, I mean, it could only be a kanga-rat-"
"Or a metal head" Chimed in a fourth, happily.
"-or a metal head so-"
"Or Dark Jak…" Cut in number four again
"Ah -but Jak is in the wasteland so-"
"But is that what he wants you to think, I mean how hard would it be for his to just double-back…?"
"…I hate you." Whimpered the first.
"Off you go then!" Sang number four, happy that he wasn't going down there.
Footsteps followed the commotion, stopping and pausing. Gol pushed himself up against the wall and waited. The guard, wearing blue armour walked straight past him.
"All clear! Guys, come see this, looks like an explosion in the sew"-CRACK.
Gol dropped the guard's corpse in disgust, head flopping uselessly on a broken neck and turned his attention to the approaching guards.
Slamming his fist outwards, Gol slapped the first guard aside, sending him flying into the rest of the K.G.'s. He held up a hand, and dark eco slid over the walls, sparking lazily, and an orb of goo formed in the palm of his hand, in response.
The small group of K.G. picked themselves up only to see Gol smile sweetly then clenched his hand downwards crushing the purple slime.
The dark eco that clung to the walls almost seemed to tense, then realised lighting bolts of eco that flew everywhere frying anything organic that it came in contact to and causing machinery to explode.
"Easssssssy", the former Sage hissed, passively staring around the rooms. He slunk over to one of the steaming corpses, and kicked it.
"Daammmnnn." The guards didn't carry maps… 'It seems like I shall have to find the way myself.'
He looked towards the ceiling, and saw there were thick dark pipes running along the walls, containing fresh, drinking water. Water that did not connect to the sewer lines. The only type of water that entered the top floors of the palace.
He picked up a grey coloured piece of shrapnel in on hand, and tested its razor edge on his palm. With the heel of his boot and his bare hands he piled the bloodstained corpses high, one on top of the other. Not caring about the blood congealing under his nails and painting his clothing and flesh, he mounted the bodies and then, with the sharp metallic shard, slashed open the pipe above.
Pure water cascaded through the shiny slits. The dark Sage reached up, sending out tendrils of himself, through the pipelines. He saw in his minds eye how the water routes veined the palace, where to go and what to do.
He liquidised himself and surged up the mini-waterfall, as the now blood-tainted water covered the dead K.G's bodies. Within minutes, the whole room was five foot underwater.
"Good afternoon, Lord Sigen."
Sig spun around in shock. How did she sneak up on him like that?
"I have come today to propose something to you Sigen. Perhaps to warn you-"
"Identify yourself, Intruder." Ashlin snarled, half-drawing her pistol. She could sense him or her, lurking in the shadows of her throne room. Most likely it was just some rookie K.G, but she didn't like to take chances.
"My name is Gol. I am the Dark Sage, and your new Master"
Ashlin noticed that the area was slowly filling with water.
DUM-DUM-DUUUMMMMM!
Agghhhh! The clichés, oh god they burn.
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