Corad: Yeah, this is another chappie...I've been planning the story over the weekend to make sure it like...goes right...coz I suck at sticking to plans in my head, had to write them down. But yeah, thanks to all who reviewed the last chapter! Here's chapter...eerrr...whatever, so I hope you guys enjoy it!
Don't own Jak and Daxter or Skytha...
Chapter 31 – Skytha's anger
"So, where are you from again?" Jak shouted over the roar of the zoomer engine as the three sped off to the naughty Ottsel. If he were to be living close by to the new girl, he wanted to know all he had to about her to be able to trust her. Skytha stayed silent however, her arms still wrapped around his waist tightly. "Well, if you're not going to speak to me, then fine," Jak growled, after realizing he wasn't getting an answer any time soon.
He sighed heavily, his high hopes suddenly dropping as he pulled into a garage to fill up on fuel for his zoomer. He noticed the tank was almost empty, and thought it best to fill up for once instead of hijacking a new form of transport. He had a feeling Skytha wasn't too fond of walking either. The zoomer gradually came to a halt, and Jak leapt off the seat. He stood patiently beside the zoomer, as the tank filled up before heading to pay for the fuel.
"So, what's with you anyway?" Daxter suddenly piped up after Jak had gone inside the building. He peered over at Skytha's grave face, a small idea forming in his fuzzy head. "What do you mean?" she said, keeping her eyes away from Daxter. Daxter was gonna enjoy this. "Well, first we find ya next to a dead guy, hands and front splattered with red goo, and then you refuse to talk with our boy here. You should cut him some slack for saving ya….that prison's no place for a young lady," Daxter muttered, glancing over at the building to see if Jak was coming yet.
"Look ok, I didn't ask him to save me. In fact, I would have happily gone to that prison. Maybe he should learn to keep out of other people's business," she snapped, and Daxter didn't feel like continuing the conversation with her. He realized that she wasn't the type to give away personal info to any old stranger, and he figured he was one.
"Dax, can you believe the cost for that darn fuel? No wonder I don't ever fill up…ready to go?" Jak asked while he approached his zoomer. Skytha leaned back while Jak got onto the zoomer, before replacing her arms around his waist for the rest of the ride. Daxter gave Jak the thumbs up, so the elf started up the engine, and they flew into the traffic.
"I'm telling ya Jak, she's weird. She refuses to speak, and….Ow!" the Ottsel yelled, as Skytha slapped the back of Daxter's head forcefully. "Why'd ya do that for?" he nagged, rubbing his throbbing head. Skytha grinned in victory, and Daxter realized that if he wanted to stay alive during the trip home, to keep his mouth shut. So, the three spent the next while avoiding traffic and weaving in and out of trees and citizens, before finally arriving outside the Naughty Ottsel.
"This is it? What a waste of space," she muttered, crossing her arms as Jak turned off the ignition. He turned to her, feeling slightly angry at her behavior. "Dax and I think this place is great. Give it a chance before judging it," Jak replied, leaping off the zoomer and heading to the main door. Skytha got off slowly, and followed him, kicking up small pebbles as she went.
"Don't get on his bad side, or you'll regret it," Daxter whispered loudly from Jak's shoulder pad, looking at Skytha who was right at his heels. Jak rolled his eyes at the Ottsel's attempt of socializing, before coming to a halt outside the door. He unlocked it quickly, and waited for it to slid open. Once the door had opened, Jak let Skytha pass him to go into the bar.
"Not so bad, is it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as she studied the room around her. "See, Dax and I have good taste," he said, high fiving Daxter silently behind her. She stayed silent, taking careful steps around the room, looking at the things around her. "It's not too bad I guess…so, who else is staying here?" she asked, pointing to the empty booth belonging to Erol.
"I am." Everybody looked over to the stairs, and saw Erol standing at the base of them, a small grin spread across his face. "You!" Skytha hissed, backing up a little. She pulled out her gun, and loaded it. "Hey! Stop that," Jak said softly, pushing her raised gun down till it was facing the ground. "What's with you? Why do you want to shoot him?" Jak murmured, watching closely as she glared at the elf across the room.
"He killed my friend, and I would have thought you'd have died out in the wasteland. How did you survive?" Skytha hissed, her eyes turning to slits. Erol looked at Jak for help, both of them feeling confused. "I don't even know you. I didn't kill your friend, and I saw no one whilst out in the wasteland," Erol growled in return, striding past Jak and Skytha, to sit inside his booth. He sighed heavily as he lied down along the seat, resting his bandaged wrist on his chest.
"Tell me, who are you? Why are you here?" Erol said, looking through the rags hanging across his booth to Skytha who stood next to Jak, shaking in rage. "What's it to you! I want to know how you survived! If I had known you somehow beat the scorching desert, I would have finished you off myself!" she shouted, gripping her gun so tightly her hands turned white.
"Calm down there miss. Erol has changed. Haven't ya?" Daxter said loudly, strolling over to Erol and leaping up onto his seat. "See, this guy wouldn't hurt a fly… (Whack) Owwww! That hurt!" Daxter complained after being hit off the seat, and finding himself in a crumpled heap on the floor. "I don't want rats sitting on my bed," Erol growled fiercely, gradually losing his good behavior.
"Skytha, maybe you should go upstairs for now. Calm down a little bit, you know," Jak suggested, but Skytha gave him a dirty look. "Jak, he deserves what's coming to him. Killing my friend, killing my…family…it doesn't matter what you say. Words won't fix this. Only vengeance will," she said, loading her gun again. Erol raised an amused eyebrow, and sneered loudly.
"Do your worst…ask me, and you don't even have the guts to shoot me," he teased, pushing Skytha to her limit. Jak watched as her hands shook, and decided to leave before anything nasty happened. "Come on Dax. Let's go out for a bit. Let these two sort it out for themselves," Jak muttered, eying the shaking Skytha to the relaxed Erol sprawled on the seat.
Daxter run over to Jak, and followed him outside. Jak turned around and locked the door, but had second thoughts about it. "What if one of them needs to get outta there?" Jak muttered more to himself than to his friend. Daxter shrugged and grabbed hold of Jak's arm, and began tugging him down the path. He couldn't really care if Erol died, after what he did to him…swatting him off the seat like that.
"Jak, they'll be fine. If any of them need to make a run, they'll go up to the bathroom and lock themselves in it. I don't think bullets could pass through that door even if they wanted too," Daxter reassured his friend, as the duo made their way to the gun course. "Let's focus now on that gun we'll be getting," Daxter said, rubbing his paws together. Jak laughed quietly at his friend's lack of caring, and walked in long strides to the gun course. He couldn't wait to get hold of that new weapon.
Corad: There's another chapter gone...Poor Skytha...feels as if the city's out to get her. We'll find out more about her soon though, but till then...if you wanna review, then please do. I'll be happy if you guys do review, but if not, then that's cool. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter, even though there wasn't much action or anything...but next chapter will hopefully have something good in it. I'll see you guys later! Toodles!
