Corad: Urgh, doesn't this thing ever end? It just keeps going on,
and on and on...kinda like Bijoux's stench...(sits thoughtfully until
Bijoux whacks her over the head in rage) Um, it was Sharok...
Sharok: Huh? (gets whacked over the head too) What was that for!
Corad: Hahahah, you got hit (Sharok slumps off growling along with
Bijoux) I wanna thank everyone who reviewed and/or read the last
chapter. I kinda left it at a bad spot. I'm working on making the
chapters longer too, instead of around 1500 words they'll be 2000 or
over. Don't know when those chapters start though, possibly the next
one will be longer. Yeah...I'm rambling. To CrazyOttsel, I'd
probably rather die than trust Erol, but like...maybe Jak's
different...(sits thoughtfully until Jak appears and whacks her over
the head) Or not...that Praxis pic too...didn't get much time to color
it so gotta wait till the weekend now. But it'll go up eventually lol.
Thanks to Some Dude too for restraining your friend. I'm not sure how
much more Lasselle Romeria stuff I can take lol. It would've been
interesting to see what she wanted to request though. But thank her
anyway for me. Glad she liked the pic:) I'm always up for requests. Did
you really want the pic with Elfish Daxter eating Ottsel Daxter? Just
wondering coz like...if ya did I'd have to somehow picture it in my
head to draw. I was thinking of having the two daxters and 15 year old
Jak slouching on a couch, with like, 18 year old Jak nagging them to do
something other than watch their backsides grow. That would be
strange...yeah...Thanks too to Sanctus for reviewing. I'm surprised
you actually started reading this to be honest. Thanks:)
Chapter 50 – An old King returns
"Die, freaks!" Erol roared, his long fangs gleaming in the sunlight. He bowed his head, feeling the muscles ripple under his tightly stretched shirt. Long, sharp claws flexed themselves against powerful, black thighs. A newly formed, scaly tail whipped threateningly around, two large spikes at the very tip. Yes, he was Dark Erol, here to kill the offenders.
"What are you? We'll put an end to your likeness," one of the wolves snapped, while the other 5 encircled Dark Erol, all growling and baring their teeth. Erol laughed loudly, his voice full of insanity and venom.
"You want to say that again!" he roared, speeding forward in one swift movement, taking hold of the large wolf's neck and somehow lifting him from the ground. "You hunt us, and we hunt you! The strongest survive, and you're not it!" Dark Erol cackled, his long, dark claws cutting into the wolf's neck. The wolf howled out, defenseless as it dangled above the ground from the deadening grip. "DDIIIEEEE!" was the last thing it heard, as the claws split through its throat, suffocating it to death as blood trickled down Erol's hands.
Dark Erol dropped the wolf in amusement, kicking its limp form to side out of the way. The other 5 wolves looked down at their dead comrade, and growled aggressively. "Want some more?" Dark Erol hissed, his reddish brown eyes searching for the slightest bit of fear within the beasts in front of him. He waited for no answer, and leapt forward, pained howls filling the brightly lit sky.
Jak was a fair distance now, the hellcat still flying at full speed. The vision of Dark Erol burned in his mind, and he now understood Ashelin's words. He now knew why Erol had not changed to defend himself. Compared to his dark side, Erol's was a complete monster. Sure, Jak was strong and capable of killing elves, heck, even a wolf if he had too…but this new beast…he could tear the throats out of living things just like that. Nothing would seem to break him down. Jak had a feeling it was due to a rapid consumption of dark eco, unlike the forced doses he'd had injected into him.
The sounds of a scream of pain, before a howl made Jak blanch. He hoped Erol would be ok, but feared for the wolves' lives more. He didn't want to see them dead…just diverted away from him and his mission. But he'd never met Erol's dark side before, so he wasn't sure whether he knew the term 'mercy'. Either way, Jak kept his eyes open for the cave his father was "seen" at.
Minutes of searching passed, before the large rock mound appeared in his view; the entrance of the cave visible as he neared. Settling down the hellcat gently and switching off the ignition, Jak leapt out, and stumbled up the dunes towards the small cave. He noticed some fresh footprints embedded in the sand leading up to the cave, but didn't get his hopes up. It could have only been waste Landers or marauders looking for artifacts.
Either way, the elf kept making tracks to the cave, and soon stopped outside, the smell of damp stone filling his sense. "Hello?" he called out, hoping to pick up any danger before he entered by at least calling out and making his presence known. No reply gave him the green light to enter, so the young man took a few slow steps into the darkening cavern, the scraping of his shoes echoing softly amongst the aged walls.
"Anyone here?" Jak called out some more, while keeping his pace slow, keeping his mind alert to any danger or threat. Still nothing, so Jak quickened his pace, and followed the dimly lit path down further into the cave. After a few short minutes, the narrow walkthrough opened up, and he stopped walking, surprised at what he saw.
"Father?" he asked in disbelief, stumbling over his own feet to reach Damas, sitting on a large rock beside a campfire. The old man looked up, his eyes wary and heavy lidded to see Jak.
"Jak? I haven't seen you in ages," Damas replied, struggling to stand up, and Jak realized why after seeing Jinx's head resting heavily on his lap. Wait…Jinx?
"Jinx! You're alive!" Jak shouted out in relief, running over to the two and kneeling down, taking a closer look at the sleeping man's face. "You found him? Father?" Jak asked, raising to stand up before his sitting old man. Damas shook his head curiously, and raised an eyebrow.
"Father?"
"Yes, Damas…I am Mar…please, believe me! You have to come back to the city," Jak said in a hurry, grabbing hold of his father's shoulder and clutching it tightly. Damas swatted Jak's hands away, and shook his head.
"My son Mar disappeared. Do not taunt me with this Jak," Damas said in a low growl, but Jak gritted his teeth. He'd never thought this would happen. He didn't even think twice that Damas wouldn't believe him.
"J-Jak?" Jak's eyes fell from his irritated father, to the stirring Jinx resting on his lap. "I'm glad to see you," he muttered, lifting himself up and grabbing his head with both hands, before screaming out.
"Keep that still. Move it, and it shall take longer to heal," Damas instructed, grabbing hold of Jinx's right arm and resting it back down. Jak flickered his eyes down, and saw how swollen his forearm looked.
"Swollen?" he asked, watching as Jinx's shoulders rose and fell with each panting breathe. He was unaware of another presence creeping up behind him from the shadows. Unaware of the low growl telling him to back away.
"No. Broken." Jak spun around and almost fell over. There, stood proudly before him, a white wolf. Her searching eyes burning into him, her tail flicking in annoyance behind her. "Now get out, intruder. Take you stealth and pain and leave!" she barked furiously, but Jak fumbled for his morph gun, pulling it at eye level aimed at her.
"Stop this now! Jak, put down the gun. She is a friend," Damas demanded in a deadly tone, and Jak faltered for a split second before lowering his weapon. The wolf kept her eyes on Jak as she approached Damas, and sat before him. Damas reached out and stroked her head, running his hand down the wolf's black stripe down her back.
"What is this?" Jak hissed, his eyes narrowing as he stood, confused by his father's behavior. Damas shook his head, lifting his gaze now to Jak.
"She saved me Jak," Jinx said suddenly, beckoning over the wolf in which he began to stroke her too. "I was attacked by her pack, or at least…two of them anyway. I managed to fend one off but if she hadn't have shown up at that time, that blood stain out there would have been my ass."
"You're telling me that's not your blood? Then whose?"
As Jak waited for an answer the white wolf wandered over to the back of the cave, and sat down, her eyes closed in deep thought. Jak knew that look all too well. "She's not a…" but he didn't finish as gasps and muffled screams filled his ears. He turned around, and faced another elf, her long, wavy brown hair falling down her back.
"I'm Lenna. I am part wolfish yes, but I am more elfish than wolf. I too was bitten, but I don't get involved with the pack too often. I lean on them for support, but I'd rather be in the company of elves than them," she finished, strolling over to Jak, Damas and Jinx.
"When my pack targeted your friend, I felt the need to help him out. My friend Skytha told me about you…and how she already saved one of your friend's life. By her description of him, I figured Jinx was the one. When I had arrived, he'd already beaten one off. Scared Keezac away with a single bullet in his backside. How pathetic…but nonetheless, Ramshei was harder to get rid of. Determined as he was, I fought him and won," Lenna stopped for an instant, and smiled. "But after a long battle, he staggered off; bleeding from a wound I was happy to give him. I offered Jinx a ride back after gaining his trust."
"That explains the no footprints then. You flew," Jak said quietly, still surveying the new girl before him. She nodded in reply and sat down on the sandy ground.
"How do you know Skytha?" Jak asked suddenly, curious at how all this was happening. Lenna looked up, her eyes meeting Jak's for a brief moment before she quickly looked away.
"We are friends. I met her in Spargus one day when she came looking for her brother years back. Since then I've always helped her out if she asked," Lenna replied softly, casting her eyes down to the small campfire.
Finding it all hard to believe, Jak rounded on his father, a question that had been nagging at him the whole time since he'd entered the cave, which he intended to ask.
"Father…err…Damas…when we were hit by that missile, and you were crushed by the Ram Rod…how did you survive? I thought you died!" Jak shouted out, approaching Damas with heavy steps. Damas sighed in defeat, as if he feared the question would pop up.
"Jak…I fell unconscious that day. I felt my strength weaken, and it had felt as though I had died. My lungs had both collapsed due to the impact, my legs were both crushed and it felt like my back would never heal. But…once you'd left, a friend came to my aid. A friend which had stood by and watched our battle waged with the dark makers. A friend who had followed me from the wasteland. Yes, Sharok and a few friends of his rescued me…"
Corad: Yeah, another chapter finished. Poor, defenceless Jak...
Sharok: How is Jak "defenceless"? He's loaded with weapons!
Corad: Errr...(shifting eye thing) poor defenceless Jak...hope ya liked that chapter. Jinx is back from the dead...although, he never actually died...just killed in battle.
Jak: But you just said he didn't die? How can he be killed in battle, and not die?
Corad: (shrugs) I dunno...internet...whoops, better not let Bijoux hear me say that. Um, Damas somehow lived at the end of Jak3 in my opinion, except he really died. But ya never know...he could've been faking the whole thing just so Jak would get outta his personal space and leave to kill Veger...I loved those faces when the three of them saw what the presursors really were. Classic that was, and with the "Oh My God" bit from Jak. Ah, sweet, sweet memories. If you wanna review then by all means, go for ya life. If not, then that's also cool...in a way...
Sharok: Leave the ppl alone and end this already.
Corad: No! (throws one of the speakers beside monitor at Sharok's head. Dull thud indicates it hit him) Don't cross my path! I kill you! Grrr...stupid "messenger Service"...if my comp was really under attack by viruses, it would be dead already! Leave me alone you annoying heap of popup trash message crud!
Jak: See ya guys...she's getting into one of her raging states again...remember, read JakLover's story...you'll really enjoy it:)
