Corad: Ok...I am soooo sorry...I could sit here all day apologising coz my spare time was used doing two assignments, or we can get to the story. Now, I wanna thank everyone who reviewed! And also thanks to anyone who is reading but not reviewing too! I've made this chapter a little longer seeing a nice reviewer requested it. Also, to my fellow reader who reviews every chappie, I have a name for the brown wolf. I will tell you all soon her name, but if you wanted to have a wolf named after you, just tell me 'kay. It can be arranged. I'm glad everyone is enjoying this, and again I'm sorry for the two week wait!
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Chapter 27 – Onin's speech…again…
The underground door opened, and Daxter's face lit up at the sight of Torn carrying Jak down the stairs, bridal style. He reached the nearest bunk bed, and laid him upon it gently, before wandering over to the desk at the back of the room, and collapsing in a chair. His muscles ached, and the beads of sweat collected on his face ran down his neck.
"Is he gonna be all right?" the Ottsel asked, concerned for his best friend. Torn nodded his head, and pulled out a glass and filled it with water for himself. He downed it within seconds before refilling it to the top again. "That's a relief. So, what are we gonna do about him now?"
Torn raised an eyebrow, and glanced past Daxter to see the motionless form of Jak resting peacefully. "Leave him for now. When he wakes up, I'm sending him to Onin. I have a feeling she knows something. Until then, just sit around and rest yourselves. We've had a hard day so far," Torn said, resting his head in his hands.
"I really have to head off now. Ashelin asked me before to set up some explosives around the old, deserted building near the stadium. She reckons it's just a waste of space, and with all this disappearances occurring, she believes to have all buildings that aren't in use to be removed. Gonna go do that now, which will be fun," Jinx claimed, heading up to the exit. Torn stood up, and called him back however.
"Promise to keep this quiet Jinx. Not a word," he spat, and Jinx nodded in return, before departing the underground. Both Torn and Daxter heard the engine of the zoomer start up outside, and the noise of it gradually silencing.
"So, what have you got planned today, Tattooed Wonder?" the Ottsel asked, determined to start up a conversation, seeing the silence was killing him. Torn sat down again looked down at the Ottsel, before shrugged.
"Have no idea. Maybe I'll take the rest of the day off. Get Jak to do that once he's seen Onin. He needs a rest," Torn replied, yawning widely without realizing. "You should get some sleep yaself tough guy. Don't look too good," Daxter suggested, and Torn smirked. He stood up, and removed his holster and belt, before wandering over to a spare bed, and lying down.
"Keep an eye on Jak, will ya. Anything strange happens, wake me immediately. Got that?" Torn asked, rolling over on his side and having his back turned to Daxter. "Will do," Daxter said, before scurrying over to his friend and leaping onto the bed. He spent a while watching over his friend, before he too, fell into a light sleep.
"Dax…Dax…wake up." Daxter opened his eyes slowly, and the thought just hit him that he'd fallen asleep. "Oh crap!" he yelled, sitting up in alert, and looking at Jak, who was wide-awake and smiling at him. "Oh, you're alright…Torn told me to watch over ya…but I fell asleep Jak! I fell asleep!" the Ottsel cried dramatically, loud enough to get Torn to stir.
"Shhhooossshhh!" Jak said, putting his index finger to his lips. Daxter's ears fell slightly, and he glanced over to Torn, who was still sleeping. "Dax…I'm going to go back to the Naughty Ottsel now…I wanna figure this all out. I…I don't know, but I feel I don't belong here…with everyone else," Jak muttered softly, looking over at Torn's sleeping figure.
"What do you mean?" the Ottsel asked fearfully, and Jak grinned at him. "You can't seriously be thinking about leaving Haven, can you?" Daxter spat, and watched as Jak's eyes flickered slightly. "Dax…I haven't come to that decision yet…but the situation may lead me down that path…to leave the city, but 'til then, I want to understand all of this," the elf replied, getting slowly out of bed. He stood up for a split second, and felt all the blood rush to his head, making the room spin. He sat down instantly, grasping his head tightly.
"Are you ok Jak? Maybe we should wait a while," the Ottsel suggested, but he saw Jak look over to Torn, and stood up again. This time, the room didn't spin as much, and after a while, he was able to steady himself and walk. "I wanna leave before he wakes up. You know what Torn's like…always questioning me about this wolf business…come on Dax," Jak said, walking up slowly to the entrance door. Daxter ran up behind him, and together, they left out the front door.
"Jak…Torn wanted you to see Onin today too…he thinks you should get this sorted out," Daxter informed, scurrying behind Jak as he took long strides away from the Underground door. Jak stopped short, and spun around to his friend. "That sounds like an alright idea I guess. Ok, well, let's go see her now," Jak said, as he let his furry friend climb up onto his shoulder pad. "Hey…what's this?" Daxter asked suddenly, and began tugging on a piece of brown material around Jak's neck. Jak winced in pain, and clutched his neck, swatting Daxter's hands away.
"I…I was bitten on the neck last night. I woke up this morning, with this tied around my neck…I don't know who put it there, but…" Jak muttered, but he could recall the elf last night placing something around his neck to reduce blood flow. Seeing he was out of it most of the night, he could only just remember those words that had flooded into his tired and weak mind, "That should help. Take care with it."
"God Jak…that's one big bite. Who did it? Was it that wolf that you were fighting with?" Daxter asked, as he lifted some of the material off the bite wound and looked at the torn flesh. Jak winced again as his Ottsel friend released the material and it fell back in place. "Daxter…please don't touch it in future," Jak muttered, as the pulsing pain in his neck died down again.
"Well…was it?" the Ottsel asked again, gripping hold of Jak's shoulder pad tightly as the elf broke into a jog. He didn't get a reply from his friend, so Daxter figured he was right. The two spent the next half hour making their way through the busy city, before they came face to face with the opening flap of Onin's tent. Jak sighed quietly, and took a few steps forward and into the dimly littent. He saw Onin sitting like usual on the round, woven mat, and noticed Pecker was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's the monkey bird?" Daxter hissed in Jak's ear, after too realizing he was gone. Jak shrugged, and approached the aged elf who sat silently, her frail hands resting in the air as she meditated. "Ah! Jak my boy! About time you made it."
Jak turned around, and saw Samos wandering through the entrance of the tent. Samos was smiling widely, and Jak raised an eyebrow at him. "Samos…why are you here?" Jak asked, crossing his arms and looking towards him. Samos' grin faded, and was replaced by a grave look. "I came here to speak with Onin, but Pecker appears to be gone…" Jak muttered, when he got no reply from Samos. Samos nodded, and took a few steps to a spare seat next to Onin.
"Jak…you had an accident last night, did you not?" Samos asked, resting his walking staff beside the chair. Jak looked out of the tent, not wanting at all to speak about his accident. "Pecker is at the moment carrying out a deed for the Freedom League. He is unable to be here right now, so I am here to take his place. Please Jak, we need to sort this out."
"Look, that wasn't my fault! Stop laying the blame on me!" Jak spat, his eyes filled with fury and impatience. Samos look startled at the sudden outcry, but stood up and glared at the elf in front of him. "Jak! That is enough! I know you are angry, and I'm not laying the blame on you! I am however here to translate Onin's words! We both have discovered a way to control your wolfish ability!" Samos yelled back, his face full of the same anger held on Jak's.
"Fine," Jak growled, his nerves calming down a bit. "This better be worth my time…I have better things to do today," he spat afterwards, seating himself on the chair Samos was just sitting on. Samos sighed loudly, and picked up his staff to steady himself, seeing he now had to stand.
"Ok, Onin here has discovered a way to control when and where you change to a wolf. She however has not discovered where one lies, so meanwhile till she finds its location, the rule still applies. You must avoid the night like always," Samos murmured, as he translated Onin's movements with her arms. Jak averted his eyes from Samos to look at his Ottsel friend, who stood silently near Pecker's perch.
"She also claims that the war has officially began Jak. What war?" Samos asked abruptly, looking to the young elf. Jak shrugged in return, not wanting to discuss the last conversation he had had with the old Lady. "Oh…well in that case. Jak, she is warning you to trust only your closest friends. Something in the near future will prove who your closest friends are," Samos finished, before turning away from Onin.
"Got it…so, what about this 'thing' that will help me control this wolf problem?" Jak asked, interest rising in his voice. Samos rolled his eyes, and headed for the door. "Jak…until Onin finds its location, and someone is sent out to retrieve it, we do not know. Hopefully soon it will be found," Samos muttered, before bidding Jak and Daxter good day, and heading out of the tent.
"Come on Jak…we'd better be heading off too. No use hanging round here if there's no interpreter for the old one…and besides, Erol's been locked inside the Naughty Ottsel since Yesterday morning," Daxter said, pointing out something that didn't occur to Jak. Gasping loudly, Jak grabbed hold of Daxter and threw him onto his shoulder, while he ran out onto the market street and made his way to the bar.
Corad: So, was that an ok update? I hope so...spent a while getting it written and stuff. Got stuck into it too, that I wrote the next chappie! Now, the next chappie has some...errr...how should I put this?...Violence in it...so, if you dislike a lot of violence, maybe the next chappie isn't one to be read. It's not too bad, just a fight between to rivals...a physical fight, with one of them being Dark. But yeah...any reviews would be great, but seeing this was a long update, you guys might hate me now...hope you enjoyed it though, and I'll see you all next update!
