Corad: Howdy ppls! I'm sorry I didn't update yesturday...for some, strange, untold reason it wouldn't let me log in...but I'm here now at least. I wanna thank everyone for reviewing! Thank you so much guys! And thank you to White Wolf Zita for giving me two names! I'll use them if you'd like me too! And to Salena99, I'll name a wolf character after you too, to say thanks for your support. I wanna thank everyone too for their support! It's you guys who make me write more. I'd have probably lost interest ages ago if ppl weren't reading it...so thanks guys!
Ok...now this chapter has a bit of violence...errr...well, more than just a bit, but yeah...if you don't really appreciate seeing a battle between a certain blonde and redhead, then maybe...you should...kinda skip it...I don't think it's too bad, but it's just a warning in case...coz well...don't ya hate it when ya mind goes blank? Mine is dead right now, so I have no idea what I'm on about...let's just cut to the story...don't own anything but the plot and that dude with the black hair...
Chapter 28 – Raging Battle
"About time you came back," Erol spat from the front counter, sharpening what looked like a dagger carefully. "You don't know how boring it is in here…to be locked in here for over a day!" he cried, slamming his fist down on the table. Jak glared at him as he closed the front door of the Naughty Ottsel, and locked it.
"Maybe you should have stayed with Ashelin then…or with Torn," Jak replied aggressively, striding up to Erol and to the small bar fridge. He opened it and pulled out a small bottle of milk, and poured himself some into a mug. He turned on the old kettle beside the wall, and waited as it boiled the water. "I have things to do during the day, and I'm not prepared to take you with me," Jak hissed, scooping out some coffee out of the coffee jar and putting in into the mug with the milk.
"Ashelin trusts me now Jak…why can't you? I have changed…I do not wish to destroy the city anymore…I have not been scheming for your death either ever since my second chance…" Erol began, but Jak slammed the coffee jar down on the table, and yelled out at him in fury. "I have not given you a second chance, because I hate you! You have not changed! Regardless of what Ashelin says, you are still the same, sneaky little git I once knew!" Jak roared, glaring in loathing at his bar mate.
"That's harsh Jak…your opinion it worthless anyway. I'm here to stay, and to take your girl…" Erol snapped, a small smirk spreading across his face. Jak's eyes widened in horror, and he leapt at Erol, grabbing hold of his collar tightly. "YOU! You left her that letter! You bastard!" Jak yelled, his nails digging into Erol's neck now. Erol still held his smirk, even though he was beginning to feel the effects of Jak's strangling hold.
"JAK! Let him go!" Daxter spat, after coming into the bar from his room upstairs. Jak growled loudly, and shoved Erol back across the counter, his hands shaking in fury. "You leave Keira alone! The last thing she needs is you stalking her!" Jak yelled, feeling his veins pulse with rage. Erol's smirk grew wider, and he began laughing at Jak's pitiful attempts to stop him.
"Grrr….ErrrroooOOOLLLL!" Jak cried, as he felt the darker side of himself breaking through. The dark eco crackled around his body, burning at his tired flesh. He roared out in pain and anger, black horns breaking through his scalp, and long claws stretching out from his fingers. His skin turned into a silvery, grey color, and his eyes lost their blue pigment, instead turning to black, soulless pits. "Erol," Jak growled, his voice sounding like the beast he had become.
Erol's eyes widened in fear, as he watched Jak leap up onto the counter and glare down at him, his fingers flexing ferociously. "JAK! Control it!" Daxter shouted, his voice shaking. Dark Jak ignored him however, and growled again at Erol, who was shaking in his seat. His face broke into a hungry smirk, before Dark Jak leapt from the table and collided with force on Erol, sending them both to the floor. Daxter watched as the two battled it out on the floorboards.
"There's nothing you can do to stop me!" Erol shouted, punching Dark Jak in the shoulder. Dark Jak hissed out in pain, and picked Erol up easily, before throwing him against the wall. "JAK!" Daxter cried again, attempting to get through to his friend before Jak killed Erol. "Just fight it back!"
Dark Jak was unaware on the scared screams of his Ottsel friend. All he had burning throughout his mind was the urge to kill the red headed elf before him. "Die worthless mortal," Jak hissed, taking short, running strides towards Erol who was struggling to get up from the floor. Dark Jak showed no mercy though, and picked Erol up again, heaving him to the ground this time. Erol gasped out in pain as the cold, hard floorboards met his back, and saw the fist of Dark Jak fly for his head. He gained enough strength, and rolled out of the way just before he was hit.
Jak's fist broke through the wooden floor, and sent bits of it flying out all over the bar. "ARRGGRRRRR!" Jak yelled out, his eyes turning to slits to see Erol getting up slowly. "EROL!" Daxter shouted out, and Erol looked up to see Jak's arms reaching for him. He leapt out of the way, and pulled out his pistil, aiming it at Jak's chest. "Don't shoot him!" the Ottsel cried out, but Erol had no chance to shoot. Dark Jak had grabbed hold of Erol's wrist, and twisted it around painfully, making the gun drop on the hand. Blood seeped out of the twisted wrist, and Erol held back pained tears. Dark Jak hissed in fury, and heaved Erol onto his back, before slamming him again into the floor.
Erol lay motionless, panting weakly for air as he closed his eyes in fear of watching Dark Jak injure him further. "Please, stop!" Daxter cried out again, running over to Erol and standing in front of him, blocking the attack that Dark Jak may throw on him. "Jak! Pull yourself together! Carry on, and you'll kill him Jak!"
Dark Jak snarled, and picked Daxter up by the neck, and tossed him out the way. Daxter landed softly behind his friend, and watched helplessly as Jak abused Erol further. He closed his eyes, and stood up slowly, wiping away some fallen tears formed from his friend's violence. He cried out again, but Jak paid him no attention. He was just about to give up trying, and let Jak finish Erol off, but heard banging at the front door. He scurried quickly over to it, and unlocked it.
"STOP!" Sharok yelled out, holding his gun up at Jak as he ran through the door. His eyes fell on to Erol, who lay without life on the floor beside the demon, and his face broke into that of hatred. "Back down now!" he hissed, taking steps towards Dark Jak, who was growling and snarling at the intruder. Jak felt the dark eco around him build up, and he shot out a handful of it towards Sharok, who leapt out the way before it filled his body with the burning, purple substance.
"That is enough!" Sharok spat, shooting up at the ceiling to show Jak he would shoot him if he didn't calm down. Jak growled at him again, but felt the burning hatred fade back inside his mind, and he dropped to his knees, gasping for air. "Jak! What do you think you were doing!" the older elf spat, stepping over the unconscious form of Erol and kneeling beside Jak.
Jak looked up at Sharok's stern face, his eyes wavering at the reality. "I….I don't know…" Jak whispered, looking down at his blood stained hands, and then to Erol. "I…I can't remember. My dark side…he just…took over. Please…help me," Jak said feebly, letting his head drop towards the ground. Sharok laid a hand on the young elf's shoulder, and patted it lightly.
"'Tis ok Jak…. calm down. We'll get you fixed up…and…I'll see what I can do for the other lad here," Sharok reassured, standing up and holding out his hand to Jak. Jak took hold of it shakily, and was helped up. Jak glanced over to his friend, who was taking a close look at the immobile elf's face. "Dax…" Jak began, but Sharok pulled him away and towards the stairs.
"Go to your room and get some rest. Just stay up there while I sort this all out," Sharok muttered, pushing Jak to the stairs. Jak took one last glance at his friend, who was paying him no attention, before climbing the stairs. He reached his room, and collapsed on his bed, still shaking from the ordeal.
"Ok…what can we do?" Sharok muttered, after kneeling beside Daxter and examining Erol's lifeless form. Daxter shrugged, but pointed to the elf's busted wrist. "Better fix that up first," Daxter suggested, as Sharok lifted up Erol's arm. His eyes grew wide in horror at the sight of the damage. "Dear God Jak…how the hell did he do that?" Daxter stayed silent, and ran over to retrieve Erol's fallen gun about three meters away.
Sharok removed one of his red bandages from his left arm, and held Erol's bloody wrist tightly as he wrapped the material around it. "Lad would have to seek medical attention for it when he finally comes round," Sharok muttered, after covering up the torn flesh, blood and visible bone with his makeshift bandage. He stood up slowly, and lifted Erol up over his shoulder, before carrying him to his booth in which he slept.
"Leave him here…when he wakes, get him to see a Doc. Got it?" Sharok said, laying the elf down and turning to the shaken up Ottsel. Daxter nodded his head, and placed the pistol on the table beside Erol. Sharok smiled weakly, and put his gun back in its holster around his waist. He left quickly afterwards, to carry on what he's been doing before hand - patrolling the port for wrong doers.
Corad: Poor, little, innocent Erol...who ever thought something so...ok, I'll stop there lol. So, was this violent enough for some...or do you want more violence, ten times worse? Yes...the wonders of killing sprees...heh...I'm strange, so hate me for it. So, if you guys wanna review, it'd make me really happy! I have another chapter or two already written, so there will be no wait for an update this time. It's good when ya have stuff written. Sorry if I've bashed Erol a bit...you'll find out later why he didn't fight back. Hope ya enjoyed this chapter...next one will be up soon. See yas!
