Corad: Hey again...I returned somehow... thanks to everyone who reviewed! And thanks to Moonclaw for the Bday thing too! It made me really happy :) So Thankyou! Um, this chapter isn't very long sorry...after looking at it, it's kinda short. But like, I should have another chapter up on Sunday/Monday, so hopefully it'll be ok...I'd like to ride a flying wolf...but knowing my luck, I'd have a heart attack or something...nyeh...stuff happens. Please try and enjoy this short chappie...

Don't own, and if I did...I'd um...probably turn this into a form of cheap game...but like, my attempt would suck so bad, that if you left a room or skipped speaking with another character, you'd get game over...yeah...


Chapter 46 – Flight or Fright?

"I can see your ankle needs fixing up, and walking on it for now will only make it worse…how about it? Game enough to ride a flying wolf?" she snickered, not waiting from a response from the other elf. She recited the chant, and before Jak knew it, the brown wolf stood before him.

Jak looked down at Daxter, trying to see his reasoning of the situation, before Skytha took a few steps forward. "Someone will see us! You can't fly like that!" Jak snapped, stating the obvious. Skytha rolled her green eyes, and sat down.

"Jak…I'm not going across the city…I'm going around. We're flying over the ocean near the walls…just get on, so we can get outta here," she muttered, able to be understood by Jak and stood up again, wandering over to Jak's side. Jak glanced nervously at his ottsel friend, before gripping her wings and swinging himself onto her back.

She began to flap her huge wings before Jak had time to sit down properly, so he started screaming as air gushed up at his face, the ground disappearing rapidly beneath them. Daxter was screaming for mercy also, and his grip on Jak's hair made Jak's eyes water.

For 5 long minutes, Jak gripped on for dear life, as Skytha flew swiftly through the air, around the city walls. At times she'd fly down to the ocean running her front paws into the salty water below, making fine spray fly up and hit Jak. But once she arrived at the south end of the city, she landed on the Naughty Ottsel roof, and waited for the elf and ottsel to dismount.

"That was…strange…" Jak said, feeling dazed at just having ridden a wolf in pure daylight. He looked down over the edge of the roof while Skytha changed back, and looked for a way down. Spotting some guttering running down to the ground, he leapt for it, and grabbed the metal cylinder tightly in his hands.

Skytha and Daxter ran to the edge to see Jak slide down and land heavily on the ground, before brushing his hands on his pants. He motioned for Daxter to jump down, while Skytha slid down the gutter. Daxter ran forward, and leapt into the air, before plunging straight for Jak's head. Jak managed to grab the ottsel before he was splattered on the ground, and turned to see Skytha standing beside him.

"Er…let's go in…" Jak suggested, so the three made their way inside the bar. Once inside Skytha headed up stairs, and Daxter wandered over to his new friend. Jak however wandered over to Erol's booth, and sat down, sighing.

"Nice time Jak?" Erol murmured, stretching out his arms along the seat. Jak grunted in reply, and looked up to see Erol's smirking face aimed at him.

"Not bad…lost control again, and I had my ankle bitten…" Jak muttered, lifting up his leg to show Erol the bite marks in his ankle. Erol laughed out loud at him, before reaching down and pulling out his first aid kit from under the table.

"Kept this here for my wrist…remember it Jak?" Erol said teasingly, reminding Jak of his Dark experience and tearing Erol's helpless wrist to bits. Jak growled and reached over for the first aid, before finding a large band aid and some cream. He began to fix his ankle up, when he heard the bar door open and hurried footsteps entered, before a panicked Torn called out for Jak.

"Jak! Urgent man! I need your help!" he shouted out, hoping Jak was indeed here. Jak finished sticking down his band aid, and lifted himself from the booth, before walking light footed out towards Torn. Torn saw him, and dashed forward.

"Thank God I found you…Jak, I sent Jinx out on a mission to warn Spargus of these wolves, and he's not reported in. I've tried his communicator, but I'm getting no response from it. It's been at least a day," he muttered darkly, walking over to the stools at the back.

"What do you want me to do?" Jak asked, sitting beside him. Torn sighed heavily, and looked up at Jak with sullen eyes.

"I need ya to head out…see if you can find him…or at least, find out what's happened. He's been out all night…with them wolves on the prowl, I'm fearing something's happened to him…" Torn murmured, his voice straining inside his throat.

Jak closed his eyes and turned away, feeling rage burn inside. "Why was he sent out alone?" Jak asked quietly, opening his eyes now but staring blankly at the counter. Torn shifted uneasily in his stool, and took a while to answer.

"Both Ashelin and I agreed that Spargus should be warned. We needed to find out whether wolves were attacking their city, and possibly to set up a communication system with Sig. He offered to go, and although I said to take another league fighter, he refused. Told me he could handle it alone…" Torn finished, before falling silent.

Jak sat in his stool, unable to believe Jinx…tough ass Jinx…could be gone. "I'll find him. Send me out, and I'll track him down. I won't come back till he's found," Jak muttered, rising from the stool and walking slowly to Erol's booth, where he grabbed another couple of band aids from the first aid kit.

He put them into his waist bag, and turned to Torn. "Where did he go?" Jak asked loudly, and Torn sighed heavily.

"I sent him to Spargus. Check in with Sig first. See if he made it yesterday…if not, then…" he fell silent, gripping his hands into tight balls.

"Let me go with you," Erol said suddenly, moving out of his booth and stopping at Jak's side. Torn lifted his gaze at Erol, and growled in loathing. Although he hated his guts, maybe sending Erol out with Jak would be a good thing.

"Fine, Jak, you accept?" he snapped, and Jak turned his face to look at the eager elf beside him. He shrugged to accept, and Torn walked over to the door and stepped outside. Jak and Erol followed him, and he pointed to his hellcat parked outside.

"You'll need it. I'll tell the ottsel you've gone on a mission…good luck guys," Torn murmured, walking hastily back inside the bar. Jak turned to Erol, and knew that this was going to be the longest "Mission" ever.


Sharok: You bring shame upon us all...I mean, what the hell was that?
Corad: Um...my update...? O.o
Sharok: Nah man...that wasn't an update...geez, you used to be cool.
Corad: I'm still cool
Sharok: Nah man, you ain't cool no more...I mean, you're like, so far from it now O.O
Torn: Question. Since when was she "cool" to begin with?
Sharok and Corad: (exchanging looks of "How and why is he here?")
Torn: Ok...so this isn't going anywhere...why don't we just say you both suck. Sharok, you suck more than Corad because for starters, she created you, and two, you stole my hair straightener
Tess: (appears outta nowhere) Why do you need a Hair straightener?
Torn: Um...please review...(whole room falls into ackward silence)