Corad: EH HEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE...I'm back...again...I kinda got addicted to writing this story again during the week and today, so now I have chapters 37 to 43 written...yeah, if only I had a life...but then I wouldn't be able to write. Maybe not having a life is a good thing lol. Anyhow, thanks to everyone who reviewed! To Salena99, your theory for the pendant I guess could be right. Have something planned for it, which hopefully will answer any questions...if not, errr, just ask again lol. But yeah, maybe you're theory could work. Also to Some Dude, I've created an Ottsel after you and he comes in about chapter 40 I think...or something like that. Might want to double check his name though. Did ya want Simron, or Simon? Just asking to be sure lol. Yeah...thanks to everyone else who reviewed and/or read this! Please enjoy this chapter, even though it's a tad boring again...sorry...

Don't own Jak and Daxter, but I own da plot...


Chapter 36 – You're One Of Them

Watchful eyes…piercing into his soul. He could sense them. They were watching him from the shadows, making him uneasy. Jak looked up quickly from the bar, and met eyes with Skytha. She had a feared expression across her white face, and Jak noticed her long nails digging into the doorframe.

"Skytha, everything alright?" Jak asked slowly, after realizing she wasn't going to stop looking at him. He rose from the bar counter, and picked up the pendant tightly in his hand. He took a few steps towards the girl, before her eyes grew wide and she fled back upstairs. Thinking this was odd behaviour, Jak made a move to follow, but Erol called out to him.

"Careful Jak! She's a strange one," the other elf said amusingly, but Jak chose to ignore his comment and ran up the stairs to find Skytha kneeling on the floor beside his bed, her back turned to him. He could sense something was up with her.

"What's happening? Either you've got serious mood swings, or there's something up. Tell me Skytha, you can trust me," Jak said quietly, taking slow steps to stand behind her quivering back. He kneeled down beside her, and looked into her worried face.

"The pendant's…the pendant's mine. I lost it last night," she said nervously, wiping at her eyes behind her long brown hair falling around her face. Jak gasped in alarm, and took a glance down at his open palm at the round metal object.

"This is yours? But I found it at a murder scene! How can it belong to you?" he asked in horror, but she looked up, her eyes burning in determination to get her story straight.

"I was at the murder scene yes, but I did not kill a soul. I tried to stop the murderer in fact, but failed when I too became injured," she muttered darkly, lifting up part of her jacket to reveal a roughly wrapped bandage around her side. Jak blinked in shock, but gripped the pendant within his palm again.

"You know the murderer? Who is it?" the elf asked in anticipation. Skytha rolled her eyes, and stood up, brushing herself down. "You know the murderer is a wolf, yes? Well, that's all I know too. I can't help you any further," she stated, making a move towards the door. Jak leapt up and grabbed hold of her wrist.

"Please, I can tell you're lying. It's in your eyes and voice…who is it?" he repeated, releasing his grip upon her wrist. She growled in return, and crossed her arms in impatience. "Even if I did know for sure, Jak, I wouldn't tell you. I'm here for one reason only, and I won't be making friends on the way," she murmured, but Jak could sense her lying again.

"Fine with me. Just answer me this…if this pendant is yours, does that mean…you're wolfish?" He got the response he knew he'd get. "That's none of your business! Stay outta my way from now on Jak! Consider me out of here," she snapped, but once again Jak stopped her by her wrist.

"I can't let you leave. Torn's orders. Now, if this is yours, you'll want it back. Just explain to me what it actually is," Jak said forcefully, thrusting the pendant into Skytha's hand. She gave Jak a startled look, but put the chained object into her Jean's pocket.

"Fine, I'll fill you in, seeing you gave me the thing back. Thanks by the way. You've already figured out I'm part wolf, and so this pendant is what keeps me human during the night, and wolf through the day. In possession of such artefact is important to us werewolves. I, along with another two, was bitten by a pure wolf. We are cursed for life, the only way to control it is by using this," Skytha stated, indicating to the pendant hanging out her pocket. Jak nodded to show he understood, and she continued.

"The symbols on the pendant are significant to us. The white side represents 'Elf', and the black side 'Wolf'. If you've already looked at it closely, you'll see in the 'Elf' side is a black paw, signifying 'wolf'. And vice versa…wolfish have their own language too, and the pendant shows that. We have precursor writing on the white side, and another form in the black side. People with the curse can read the chant using precursor language whilst an Elf, and once wolf, can read the chant in wolfish. Elves can't read wolfish, and wolves can't read precursor. Simple as that. By revising the chant written on the pendant, those with the 'were' curse can morph freely from Elves to Wolves. This is our key survival Jak," Skytha finished, and she smiled slightly when silence surrounded them.

Jak looked up at her, wide eyed. He had never thought that that small round object had been so important. "I wanna thank you again for handing it back. Now I can control myself tonight," she said quietly. Jak pricked up to her last comment.

"Tonight? Where are you going?" he said hurriedly, and Skytha looked at him darkly once more. "I'm searching for my older brother. The reason I came here to find him. So, tonight will be the perfect opportunity to search. Don't worry about me Jak. I'll be back before sunrise so Torn won't shout at ya for letting me outta your sight," the girl muttered in acknowledgment, before leaving Jak alone in the room.

Confused at that sudden conversation, Jak made a move to his bed and lay down, shutting his eyes to think over the pendant and werewolf statements. He had believed from sight Skytha may have been a werewolf, and now he knew for sure. "I wonder how she was bitten?" he asked out loud, but didn't dwell on it for that long. Instead, he lay silent and listened to the approaching storm and an argument happening downstairs between Erol, Daxter and Skytha. Thunder from outside mixed with murderous yells from downstairs could be heard coming from all three, and Jak didn't want to venture down to the bar to find out what had actually happened. He rested his mind however, and soon dozed off into a light sleep with the sound of rain easing his mind.

"Don't talk to me like that! I am your master, and you my warrior," a growling voice snapped in Jak's ear, and Jak looked up, cold blue eyes burning into his own. The wolf's face, inches from his own, sent warm breathe flooding over him. He could tell the wolf before him was of high rank, as he was generally larger and held glowing power to him.

"I am sorry my liege. Please, I will deal with her tonight. You can count on me," Jak replied, but his voice was not the soft voice he was used too. It was just as low pitched as the other beside him. "Very well. Bring her to me tonight, and she will not see another day," the leader wolf muttered, before flapping his massive wings and flying into the dark.

Jak raised his head high and howled to the moon. He felt low, and the soul within him was being torn between pure and evil. She was his friend…he couldn't kidnap her to take her to the leader. He would kill her, and he would never be able to let that out his mind.

"You still here? I thought you'd have left to complete your task," another voice muttered behind him. Jak turned to face another grey wolf, which was slightly smaller than him. "Master will kill you if you fail again. He should have chosen me to kidnap the city's governess, but instead chose you. Don't screw up Jak," the wolf said irritably, before leaving too.

Jak watched him leave, before flapping his wings powerfully. He felt his body rise in rhythm with the beating of his wings, and he could just see the other wolf chasing after a lone metal head in the distance. Jak snarled angrily, and raised himself higher into the air, before he could see the wasteland clearly below him. He then began to fly towards the city, his mind burning with guilt of his upcoming actions. He did not want to do it. He didn't want to kill her.

The wasteland turned into city ground not before long, and Jak scanned the streets from the sky. He had made it over the security walls, as they had been disconnected for the time being, which he was grateful for. The last thing he wanted to do was to battle it out with the security system.

Flapping rapidly, Jak flew over the city, before spotting the palace below him. He dived from the air, and pulled out just before he hit the ground, and rested smoothly on the concrete outside the front door of the palace. He moved over to the door, and keyed in the entrance pin number with his nose, before the doors clicked open and slid slowly across the doorframe.

Placing his paws softly on the carpet within the palace, he followed his directional instincts and soon came face to face with the governess' bedroom door. He snarled in frustration, digging his bloodstained claws into the carpet, before ramming into the door, thrusting his entire weight against it. The door fell down, and the girl looked up from her bed with wide eyes, followed by a man.

The governess screamed in fear as Jak leapt at her, digging his claws into her arm and dragging her out the room. The man began shouting in fear also, and grabbed his handgun. Aiming it at the wolf, he began shooting, but Jak was too quick and had dragged her out the room before the other elf had time to shoot again. His rough, broken voice was screaming after him however, which filled Jak's heart heavy with guilt and shame.


Corad: O...kay...what a crazy, crazy dream...who votes Jak should see a counsillor about his bad fortune? Or maybe I should see a counsillor seeing I'm writing the stuff...Oh no...Don't send me to Jenny! I don't wanna see the school nurse! (Starts kicking and screaming while being dragged to office door labeled "Jenny Morris"). Now, this was kinda boring coz all they did was ramble on about the pendant...and Jak had that dream...but like, ya gotta learn about the pendant thing, so at least it's out the way...for now...ok, I say this every update, review if you: want/can/feel inspired to, or if ya don't coz ya: lazy/no time to spare/this chapter sucked to much to leave a review, then that's cool too. But either way, I'll see ya later. Also, sorry to Some Dude for not updating during the week. Week's been a bit busy for last minute assessment, sofanfiction's been outta reach sort of. Hope this was ok though for ya! Toodles!