Corad: Hey pples! Thanks for all the nice reviews. I'm sorry I left a cliffie in the last chapter, but the chapter was getting long and it seemed like the best spot. Well, I won't ramble on to much, so here's the next chapter! Enjoy!

I don't own Jak and Daxter, but I've said this a gazillion times that I hopefully own most this plot.


Chapter 14 – An old foe returns

"Well, are you going to say hello back?" the voice demanded threateningly, grinding their kneepads into Jak's back further. Jak cried out in pain, before swinging a random punch to the other person. His punch however, was caught in mid-swing, and Jak's arm was twisted back and held tightly. "That's no way to behave to an old friend, Jak," the cold voice spat, digging their nails into Jak's arm. Jak cringed, and held back another cry.

"What do you want Erol! I thought you were dead. I killed you," Jak hissed, his head just inches from the concrete floor. He heard amused laughter, before he felt the Erol lean in towards his head. "Jak. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to help you," he said, but Jak gritted his teeth in anger. "Oh yeah. If you're not here to hurt me, then why are you?" Jak shouted, jolting under the weight to break free.

"I've made a little deal with some Precursors if you must know. They granted me any wish, in exchange for helping the city," he said, putting even more weight into Jak's back. Jak bit his lower lip in return. "You see, after you 'killed' me, those furry little dimwits found me. Proposed a second chance at life. I accepted, obviously. But now, I am forced to help this city. The same damn city, that I tried TO DESTROY!" Erol shouted loudly, gripping Jak's arm even more.

Jak hissed in pain, and tugged his arm to try and get Erol to let go. "Get off me," Jak growled, after failing to have his arm released. He dropped his head to the floor, panting. "Jak, I demand you take me to the Ashelin," Erol said suddenly, letting go of Jak's bruised arm. Jak also felt the kneepads and weight leave his back, and the sound of feet scraping around on the floor.

Jak blinked a few times, before getting up swiftly. He pulled out his dagger and held it up so Erol could see it. Erol's eyes flickered from Jak's face down to the knife and back again. "Jak, if I seriously wanted to kill you, I'd have slit your throat by now," Erol shot at Jak, who was having trouble deciding whether or not to trust his rival and previous enemy.

"You've changed," Jak spat quietly, glancing up and down Erol. "I told you Jak. I got any wish I pleased. Those little rats never miss a thing. After you'd 'destroyed' me, I laid in the wasteland for days, hopeless. Unable to do a single thing to help myself. But that all changed. They found me. My wish was to have my old body back. And it was granted, so long as I agreed to help this pitiful city win the war," Erol said loudly.

Jak raised an eyebrow at him, and surveyed him more closely. Erol did look different, even though he was elfish again. His hair wasn't as neat as it had been, he was missing his left glove, his clothes looked all ragged and he wasn't wearing his Krimzon guard amour anymore, making him look much smaller than he used to look like. Jak also noted that his mask was no longer on his head, and neither were the brown leather straps along his cheeks and chin. "What are you looking at!" he heard Erol hiss, after finally realizing Jak was staring at him.

Jak looked away slightly, and tried to process the situation in his mind clearly. Erol was back, saying something about Precursors, second chances and another war. "How can I trust you?" he growled savagely, twisting his knife in his hand. Erol sniggered and crossed his arms. "Would I lie to you," he sneered coldly. Jak's eyes turned to slits, and he was about to step forward and drive his dagger into Erol's chest until he heard the familiar voice of his friend.

"Ah, Jak. I found this green eco Ashe...Aarrrggghhhh!" the Ottsel cried out, dropping the canister to the floor, and staring wide eyed at Erol in front of him. Jak ran forward, and picked up the canister out of harm's way. He held it tightly as he gave his friend a chance to jump onto his shoulder. "Jak, what the hell are you doing, hanging around here with him!" Daxter cried, pointing accusingly at Erol, who was standing silently in front of them.

"I wasn't hanging Daxter. He came out of nowhere. Says something about saving the city," Jak said to Daxter, loud enough for Erol to hear. Erol growled lowly, and glared at Jak in loathing. "Well, I don't think we should trust him Jak. He tried to kill the city, he tried to kill you twice, and he supported the Baron. Why should we trust him," the Ottsel said, raising an eyebrow to the other elf.

"For you information rat! This doesn't concern you! Jak, I am asking again to take me to Ashelin. Refuse, and I will force you," the red headed elf sneered, pulling out a small pistol from its holder on his left thigh. Jak stood perfectly still, breathing lightly at the sight of the armed madman. He glanced down quickly to see Daxter held the same, alarmed face as he did. He closed his eyes, and waited for the solution to come to his mind. Take him down now, kill him again, or trust him and take him to Ashelin. Surely she'd make the right choice.

"Ok…I will take you to her," Jak said slowly, opening his eyes just in time to see Erol lower his gun back to its holder. Erol laughed quietly, before looking straight into Jak's eyes. "Wise choice, my 'friend'," he said, a small, cruel smile played across his worn out face. Daxter gasped quietly in Jak's ear when he heard Jak agree to this. He tried to get Jak to reconsider, when Jak grabbed his morph gun off Daxter and loaded the peace maker into it.

"Any funny business, and you'll meet instant death," Jak spat, walking behind Erol and nudging him hard in the back with his gun. He heard Erol snicker softly, before he was forced to start walking for the exit. Jak kept a careful eye on him when he walked directly behind the ex-commander, his morph gun digging into Erol's back the whole time. Erol said nothing though, and get heading to the exit. Once they were safely outside, Jak lowered his gun, and waited for the back of the air train to open up, all the while glancing back to Erol.

"Jak, don't let him in here with us. He'll kill us!" the Ottsel complained, before he was shut up by the canister in his face. "Take hold of this, and don't let it go," Jak instructed, before turning to Erol. "In," he spat, flicking his gun to the air train. Erol glared daggers at Jak, before swiftly leaping up and taking a seat on the bench inside. Jak followed soon after, and took a seat opposite him. During the trip back, Jak held his gun tightly in his hands, and watched the other elf carefully. He was trying to prepare himself for any sudden movements that Erol may show.

"So, the precursors actually trusted you? Must have been pretty damn desperate," Jak hissed venomously, switching his gun mod to Vulcan instead in boredom. He heard Erol laugh nastily in reply, before looking up to see him staring darkly into his eyes. "I told you Jak. They're dimwits. But they know a good fighter when they see one. Obviously you wouldn't know about that, but maybe dear old Torn would be kind enough to fill you in," Erol sneered back. Jak's face had a concerned expression as he surveyed the older elf sitting tranquilly opposite him.

"What do you mean?" Jak hissed, again changing his gun mod to blaster this time. Erol snickered lightly, before looking down at his feet. "Jak, Torn would have witnessed my fighting skills. After all, he was my commander, and I, his soldier. Many times he saw me blasting metal heads to bits. Killing citizens just for the sake of it. The torture he saw me commit. Maybe that's why he left. To escape me," Erol said thoughtfully, raising his eyes in time to catch Jak's.

Jak was about to say something in return, when the air train came to a sudden halt, and the door opened, granting them an exit to the port.


Corad: So ah...was that ok? I hope so anyway. Writing this has improved my grammer skills and everything. If you compare these chapters to the first, you'll see what I mean. Anyhow, next chappie should be up on Friday or Saturday, seeing my net is screwed up and disconnects me every three minutes. Limited time to update I'm afraid. I'd really appreciate any reviews if you guys have the time. I'll see ya in the next chappie I guess. Thanks for reading guys!