Corad: Finally I can update. Been trying since Saturday but for
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Chapter 49 - Do you Trust Me?
"Get in."
"What?"
"I said, get in," Jak growled, pointing to the hellcat in front of them. The recent events had caused Jak to get angry and irritated at the slightest thing, and Erol playing dumb was not helping his attitude.
"Ask nicely, Freak…and I might," Erol replied coldly, pulling his collar away from his neck which was strangling him even though Jak had released his grip on it.
"Get in!" Jak shouted, taking heavy strides towards Erol. He felt a tight hand grip his arm and force him into the hellcat. "Now, stay there," he snapped impatiently, heading around the other side and jumping in the driver's seat. Erol sat speechless, finding it difficult to understand what just happened.
"Are you ok? I know you're finding it hard to cope with all this, but seriously?" Erol asked, rubbing his arm where Jak had grabbed it. Jak growled darkly and fired up the engine, steering it up over the underground. He didn't answer Erol on that question, figuring that the best way to deal with all these emotions was to think of something else. And that something else was his father.
"Erol, where on the map is the first sighting location?" Jak snapped irritably, spinning the hellcat around in mid-flight to face the wasteland. Erol fell silent, scanning over the map, before muttering out dates and locations. Frustrated, Jak kicked the vehicle into full speed, and soared smoothly across the city, heading back for the desert.
The sand ahead gleamed in the sunlight, indicating to Jak to pull down his goggles once more. His sight turned a few shades darker, which increased his visibility. Erol on the other hand, was keeping his eyes focused on the hellcat floor, obviously struggling with the impacting light.
"We head southwest, to reach a cave. Apparently he's been seen around that cave district," Jak shouted over the humming engine and roaring wind. Erol grunted in response, occasionally lifting his eyes to look ahead, until he managed to accustom himself to the intense light.
"I still can't believe that Damas…the Damas…was your father. That makes you royalty?" Erol yelled, peering around at Jak who held a firm expression on his tired face.
"Yes, although I had only found out when he died. He never knew I was his son. Maybe if he had lived, things would have turned out different," Jak replied solemnly, fidgeting the steering controls slightly to get the hellcat heading south west.
"But you should be ruling Haven, right? Not Ashelin," Erol said, a hint of loathing in his tone at the mention of 'Ashelin'. Jak sighed loud enough for Erol to hear. "What, don't want to be? If my father had been a ruler, I'd have happily taken his place. Although, my father left my mother and I…how I despise him for it," the man snarled, his eyes narrowing in hatred.
Jak turned away from the front, and stared at Erol through concerning eyes. "You hate your father? But why? At least you have a father…"
"Correction. Had a father. He got himself killed in battle, the fool. The day my mother found out... That letter your old man sent to her…devastated, she almost took her own life to leave me to fend on my own. Luckily I stopped her," Erol finished, a wicked smile crossing his face now. Jak felt a tad threatened, and tried to change to subject. He'd never heard Erol open up like that before, and now that he had witnessed it, hoped it wouldn't happen again. Ever.
"So, how far off's the cave?" Jak asked suddenly, wiping that cruel smile off his comrade's face. Erol glanced down at the map, and scouted the area they were currently in, before answering.
"About another 5 minutes. If your old man isn't there, I suggest area 4, not area 2. It's closer," Erol finished, folding up the map and tucking it under his thigh on the seat. Jak nodded in return and glanced around the scenery, spotting nothing but sand dunes, large rocks or the occasional tree.
Becoming quite bored, he tried to establish yet another conversation with Erol. "So, do you really trust me?" Yeah, it was random, but that was the first thing that crossed Jak's mind. Maybe because that same thought had been nagging away at him for some time now.
"What sort of question is that? I trust you, but not with my life. The only person you can depend on in the heat of battle is yourself. I've learned that from mere experience. Krimzon guards would claim "We'll protect you sir," but then they'd die!" Erol hissed, smashing his fist into the dashboard.
Jak kept silent, wondering whether this conversation had been a good idea or not. "Well Jak…I've answered your question. Now you answer mine…do you trust me?" Jak had a hunch his question may be thrown back at him, and sat silent for a moment trying to find the best way to answer that.
"Although I don't entirely trust you now…maybe if you keep acting like a human being, I may. I'd never trust you with my life, but…" Jak was cut short when Erol yelped out, fear blazing in his eyes at something. "What? What is it?" Jak asked urgently, taking his eyes off the path ahead. Erol stayed silent, his breathing very shallow. Usually when someone acted like that, it meant danger. Great danger.
Veering around in the driver's seat, Jak saw it. Well, them…wolves. The fear he saw burning inside Erol was now burning within him, and although the hellcat could probably out-fly them all, flashes of Jinx's crashed hellcat kept crossing his mind. Jak wasn't sure either how many wolves Jinx had run into, but counting the ones flying fiercely in pursuit, he had 6 to deal with.
"Jak, I'd hate to say this…but we're going to die," Erol said slowly and fearfully, his voice dripping in terror. Jak furrowed his brow, flicking at the switches on the control panel to speed up the hellcat. The vehicle sped up slightly, but so did the wolves following behind. He tried to keep his head clear, and forced himself to stay calm, but Erol kept shouting out, breaking his concentration. His hands began shaking on the controls, sweat gathering at the back of his neck.
"Do something! We can't keep trying to lose them! They won't be shaken off so easily!" the ex-commander yelled, regaining some of his confidence in his voice. Jak could hear the snapping jaws, the occasional deep howl and the rhythmic beating of the massive wings. How could he get rid of them all? If he could just morph freely and tell them to back off, maybe they'd have a chance. But his wolfish mind was still incontrollable. Still wild.
"Any plans, wise guy? We're about to be wolf dinner here!" Erol cried out, grabbing hold of his shotgun from his thigh holster and shooting random bullets out, which missed every time. The wolves weren't even fazed by the attack, and continued the hunt. 'Let me out Jak…I will have the power to kill them,' Dark spoke out from inside his head, but Jak gave a perturbed groan. Dark would be too weak against six wolves. And these weren't six average sized wolves either. 'Jak, please get us out of this danger. I cannot help you, and neither can Dark. I see you've already accepted that fate,' his Light called from within, and Jak screwed up his face, pulling out his morph gun and tossing it to Erol.
"Here! Use this instead!" Jak shouted, slamming his hand back down on the control stick. Erol took hold of the gun, and pointed it at the wolves, before shooting Vulcan bullets everywhere. With incredible speed and agility, the wolves managed to dodge every bullet, worrying Jak further. They were running out of ideas.
"Jak…do you trust me?"
"Why?" Jak asked in return, taking quick glimpses back at his comrade.
"Just answer the damn question. Do you?"
"Erol…I…yes, yes I trust you."
"With your life?"
"What!" Jak shouted back. This was no time to have this conversation. They were both going to die if a plan wasn't arranged soon.
"JAK! Just answer me!" Erol snapped back, laying the morph gun between the two seats. Jak noticed the burning desire within Erol's eyes, and felt a lump in his throat. What was he going to do exactly if Jak said 'yes'?
"I…I do…but why do you ask?" Jak shouted, watching as Erol stood up from his seat. The hellcat began rocking with the shifting weight, but Erol regained a stable position, and looked back at Jak.
"That's all I need to hear. Go find your father. Pick me up when you're done," Erol sneered, before letting go of the hellcat roof. He fell from the speeding hellcat, landing hard and rolling in the sand below. Jak cried out in alarm, his eyes wide in horror as Erol got slowly to his feet, the 6 wolves now gone from Jak's trail, but surrounding the elf below.
"You'll regret hunting us for food," Jak heard Erol cry out wickedly, and kept his eyes fixed on the form standing in the sand while he drove away. Would he ever see him alive again? "Out of all the things to hunt in the world, you chose us. What a mistake that was," Erol kept shouting, his tone going slightly deeper as he spoke. Jak gasped out when Erol shrieked out painfully, even though the wolves hadn't attacked yet. Before it became too hard to watch due to the increasing distance apart, the elf saw something horrific.
Erol's dark side had been released.
Corad: Errr...yeah...(sheilds head as garbage is thrown towards her) I'm sorry it's a cliffie! I do cliffies in the hope that ppl will review...but like, I somehow fail even that (looks towards ground miserably as more airborne garbage collides with her head) Well, I didn't fail it entirely...I still have the great readers who review, so thanks guys. Geez I'm hungry...stupid rice! You're meant to be filling! (shakes fist at non existing rice) Now, the next chapter will see some wolf splat, some possible father splat...maybe a certain Smoker/Joker/Fatman return and a new OC, created by Salena99. So until then...do other stuff (sits wide eyed looking stupid) Hehehe...Praxis...he's so funny...hey, I gotta finish that Praxis pic and put it on fanart! WWHHOOOOHHHHHH! Please review...WWHHHHOOOOOHHHH!
