Corad: I feel so dirty and low. I am soooo sorry I didn't update earlier. You can kill me if you want, but I've been busy, and it's only now I have time to update. I won't ramble on, coz you guys will want to read, seeing I made you wait a whole week. I'M SORRY!
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Chapter 16 - Helpful Advice
"Glad you could make it dear boy," Samos said loudly, stepping forward. He placed his walking stick down on the ground to stabilize himself. Jak glanced around the underground, before laying eyes on Torn, who was busy rummaging around a box of objects. "You wanted to see me, Samos?" Jak asked, walking to the desk. Samos surveyed Jak closely, before answering.
"Yes Jak. Torn here told me what happened last night. Said you caused quite a scene. Lucky he found you when he did to be honest," Samos muttered, turning back to the desk. Jak glanced at Torn, to see him looking preoccupied with something. "Now, we need to get to the bottom of this Jak. Tell me, when did you get that?" Samos asked, pointing to Jak's bandaged arm.
"Well, about two…three days ago. I'm sure Torn would've told you the rest," Jak snapped, letting Daxter leap off his shoulder before he took a seat on the closet bed. Samos and Torn were both silent for a while, before the Sage began speaking again. "Jak, this is very serious, as you know. It seems that because of that wolf bite, it transferred something into your blood. As a result, you change into one. I'm thinking that the reason for your sudden change last night had something to do with the night itself, or the moon," Samos said thoughtfully.
Jak rolled his eyes. He already knew about this, so why keep him here to talk about it. Right now, he needed a cure or some form of mental help. "Jak, I will speak with a few individuals to see if we can come to a conclusion. Meanwhile, I'd advise you to stay inside at night. Don't step foot outside the Naughty Ottsel after the sun is set. If you happen to be outside and can't make it back, restrain yourself somehow. Daxter, you are responsible for restraining him too, even if it may be out in the street. You must contact one of us. We will do all we can to take him to a safe spot for the night," Samos said, looking towards Daxter who was now sitting beside Jak on the bed.
"Whatever," Daxter replied, rolling his eyes slightly, so only Jak could see. Jak snorted quietly, and looked up at Samos to see an annoyed expression. "Jak, this is no laughing matter. I have taken the courtesy of not informing anyone else. That is up to you to tell them. I suggest you keep it quiet though, in case you don't want your friends misunderstanding the matter of you morphing into a wolf every night, and deserting you," the sage said, heading towards the back of the room.
Jak watched as Samos rummaged around in a box, before coming over to him. "Jak, use this if you feel you have to. It's a tranquillizer pill. Just take it and you should be outta it, so you don't cause damage or deaths in the city. It's only if necessary or an emergency if you can't make it inside somewhere out of the moonlight," Samos muttered, handing over a small box to Jak. Jak took it, and examined the front of the box. He felt a little relieved now, knowing that he'd have something to use. "Thanks Samos," he said quietly, putting it into his pocket.
"Now, onto a lighter note. We have a new league member. Sharok's his name. I believe you've met him Jak?" Samos said, looking up at Jak. "Jak saved him. Didn't ya Jak?" Daxter shot in, smacking Jak playfully in the side. "Did you Jak? How interesting," the sage said, hobbling over to the back of the desk. "Jak, have you seen him lately?" Torn asked suddenly, leaving what he was doing to look up. Jak raised an eyebrow in return.
"No, not since he left the naughty Ottsel a couple of nights ago. Why?" he asked, raising from the bed and leaving Daxter behind. "Well, he's moved in here with us. Well, Samos, Ashelin and I anyway. Seems a good guy, actually. Would've thought I'd have a problem trusting him, but he's alright. Very personal about some thinks I found out during his interview," Torn murmured, approaching Jak while Samos was busy doing something in the background.
Jak smiled weakly at him, and then remember something Keira had said earlier on. "Um, Torn. Keira said that a few people have just disappeared. About three of her customers told her," he said quietly, looking up at Torn's uptight face. "Jak, I know of some disappearances lately, but how many did she say exactly?" the older elf asked, taking a seat on the bed.
"She said four, including the wife of a man she was fixing a zoomer for. Why?" Jak asked intriguingly, sitting down next to Torn. "I have been informed by certain people of disappearances as well. By different people of course, but I have to find out whom…or what's doing it before it becomes serious," Torn answered, resting his head in his hands. Jak surveyed him carefully, before looking down at his feet. "I just hope I didn't do anything while I was wolfish," Jak murmured softly, closing his eyes tightly.
Torn looked up and rested a firm hand on his shoulder. "Jak, it wasn't you. This has been happening for around a week. You changed once, and my guards reported no deaths. Don't blame yourself for this. My league and I will get to the bottom of it, and during that time, promise me you'll take care of yourself. Don't get caught, ok?" Torn snapped quietly, out of earshot from Samos. Jak nodded his head in reply, as Torn removed his hand.
"Samos, have you found the guard schedule yet?" Torn shouted over to Samos, who was still looking through the papers on the desk. "It doesn't seem to be here. Are you sure you haven't left it at Jak's place!" he called back, lifting up his green face to Torn's. Jak heard Torn growl in annoyance. "Damn, I need it today," he hissed under his breath, before striding over to the desk too. Jak felt that he no longer needed to be around, so he got Daxter onto his shoulder.
"Hey guys! I'm heading off now. Torn, I'll have a look for that schedule when I get back to the Naughty Ottsel. See ya later," Jak said, turning to the door and heading past all the bunks. He heard Samos and Torn bid him good bye, before he completely stepped outside the underground. The door closed loudly behind him, and clicked in place.
"Well, that was a weird visit, wasn't it?" Daxter said loudly, speaking into Jak's ear. Jak cringed a bit and held his ear afterwards, trying to get his friend to realize that talking in someone's ear that loud was bad. Daxter got the signal and apologized just as loudly as before. "Sorry Jak! Keep forgetting your not deaf like old Green!" Jak glared at the Ottsel as he held his ear again. "Daxter, will ya stop yelling in my ear! I don't yell in yours!" Jak spat, dropping his arm back to his side. Daxter seemed to have gotten the point, and kept quiet most the time.
"So, are ya going to see Keira later? I heard she's setting up a race tournament again," the Ottsel said suddenly. Jak looked thoughtfully to the ground. "Yeah, I guess I will. Haven't raced since Erol ran into that eco. Speaking of which, we never told Torn about him!" Jak spat, looking directly to Daxter. "Ashelin will tell him tonight. Besides, he'll find out sooner or later otherwise," the Ottsel replied approvingly. Jak hoped that he was right. He didn't want Torn to see Erol and attempt to kill him because he had no idea behind it all.
"I should go back and tell him, I mean…" he murmured, but stopped when he saw a person meters away from him, staggering about. He took a quick glance at Daxter, who was staring at him with an eyebrow raised. Jak figured he'd better take a closer look in case they needed help, and wandered up slowly. He stopped short when he realized it was Sharok, grabbing his head tightly and whispering a fast foreign language while struggling to keep on his feet.
Corad: God, I feel even lower now! Sorry I left off here. I will force myself to update sooner ok. If you guys want to review, it'll remind me to update. Also make me inspired to write more. If you don't know already, only Torn, Samos and Daxter know of Jak's problem with the morphing thing. Ashelin and Keira have no idea, so that's why Ashelin sent Jak out anyway before. Just clearing it up in case you didn't know. Well I'll see you my fellow readers next time! Cheerio!
