I is the most laziest writer I've ever seen. I give up. Convincing you guys that I can get faster, I mean. If you REALLY are annoyed about me being slow than just say and I'll do my best. I'm gonna shut down all the other stories I've written. No one seems that interested in them. That's okay. It's really all I can handle. Those were all the first stories I've ever made, too. So they're not even that good. Well here we go!
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I felt pressure in my head as I shook it slowly. My breathing increased and my skin began to crawl. There had to be a reasonable explanation to all this. How could Errol have killed MY parents. My parents were on earth. But there was only one way this could've happened. I wasn't even sure if it were possible. If Errol had claimed to kill my real parents, who were on Earth, and I don't even have parents here that meant….that they…..that Errol killed-
"Kirsten?"
I looked around and saw Jak staring at me funny,
"Are you okay?"
I struggled for words but managed a,
"That's not right!"
He stared at me curiously. My sight was overtaken when something red moved above us. My eyes , again widened and my heart skipped a beat. Errol's machine gun arm was pointed straight at me. I was smart enough to not reach for my gun and I just swallowed as I stared at the white face. A devilish grin spread across his face and I took a step back. Jak followed my gaze and clenched his teeth. He was about to pull out his own fire arm when a swarm of robots surrounded him. He looked around, and defeated, he dropped it. Daxter grabbed the sides of his head,
"NOOooo!"
I cracked my neck and finally managed a semi-glare. I didn't know exactly know what to do from now. I looked at Jak and half-smiled. He raised and eyebrow as a worried glint appeared in his eyes. I bit my lip and looked back up at Errol. I picked up my helmet and strapped it on my head. Daxter yelled,
"Kirsten! Kirsten, what are you doing?", his eyes looked sad and angry, "Your walking the wrong way!" I shook my head as I eased toward Errol. He smirked and lowered his gun. A flying KG zoomed up behind me and carried me up next to Errol. It dropped me and I staggered awkwardly. Jak's face looked blank as he stared at me. He looked as though he never saw me before. Then I looked back at Errol. He was staring at Jak, when a sly grin crept across his face. I could tell this wasn't going to be good.
With me in possession of Errol Jak could be in grave danger. Jak had told me of how much torturing he had seen Errol involved in. The Baron and him weren't fond of giving out easy deaths. Who knows what could be creeping into his sick twisted mind.
Errol fingered his weapon,
"I have a choice for you Kirsten"
I snapped my whole body in his direction. Jak slowly shook his head. I could tell that he knew this wouldn't be good.
"You two are in possession of dark eco. So I've devised a plan for you two." He slightly laughed. Daxter's ears drooped and Jak glowered.
"One of you will belong to me. I will use the previous experiments that Jak helped me in, many years ago" he looked at Jak," Except I…tweaked them, a bit"
"Which ever one of you Kirsten chooses will be permanently transfixed in a state of dark rage. And the one left" he looked back at me," Will be crudely murdered by the other"
At the sound of this and unexpected whimper came from my lips and went through the transmitter in my helmet. My stomach tied in a tight knot and sweat began to drip from my arms. This was the most important decision I had ever made in my life. Moreover, I hated it. My mind swept through a frenzy of rough thoughts. I couldn't breathe, let alone move. I heard Jak whisper,
"No…"
Errol burst into evil laughter,
"But don't worry, you'll still see each other", we looked hopefully at him," In Hell!"
With shocking agility, I turned and saw Dark Jak swiftly climbing his way up to Errol. He stepped back as Jak jumped the handrail. As he was about to lunge forward I stepped between them. Jak looked confused as his features went back to normal. I sighed and looked down. I gently pulled my helmet off, and continued to stare at the ground.
"I've made my decision" Jak stared at me as Errol leered. I slowly turned around and looked at Errol, holding out my arms as if I were being arrested
"Take me"
"KIRSTEN!", Jak shouted. Robots swarmed around us, separating Jak from Errol and me. A tear slid down my cheek as I listened to Jak's struggles and attempts to get my attention. Errol grabbed my arm and began to drag me outside. Jak's shouts became more and more frantic… I made no attempt of getting away. In fact, I was literally being dragged by my arm. The skin on my cheeks was tight from dried up tears.
"Come along my pet", Errol sneered, "We don't want to be late for you 'appointment'". We made it to a black, sleek ship and he opened a door. He threw me in a back seat and slid in next to me, slamming the door behind him. I heard the engine rumble as it blasted off. Tears again started to fall down my face. I watched out the window as trees and towers blurred by. I rested my chin on my hand as my eyes stayed open without blinking.
Jak must be so worried by now. Beyond that. How was I going to do this? If only Torn hadn't given us this assignment. If only I had gotten another injury so I wouldn't be in this position. Maybe I should've thought twice before getting involved with Jak. And Ashelin. That bitch would probably try to make him forget about me. Aw, what's the use, he'll probably just fall in love with her anyway. My presence will just mess Jak's destiny up. I've drained all of his hopes, dreams, his faith. I'm just and amateur 12-year-old drama queen who would get a broken arm my having a twig thrown at it. I'm sure thateveryone could be closer to perfect than me. Now thanks to my stupid wish to be in a damn video game I'll wind up as a beast that does nothing but murder.
A sob escaped my lips. Errol grinned and pretended to take pity on me,
"Aw, It's okay, my little charm. We'll have lots of fun together", he pulled my face towards his, gently, "You'll be happy I promise. Your reaction should be grateful." My depressed blue eyes stared at his gold ones,
"My reaction?", my miserable mood turned into a fit of nerve, "THIS IS MY FUCKING REACTION!", With that, I spit in his face and opened the door. Without hesitating I dived from the aircraft and aimed my attention to the rock solid ground, hundreds of feet beneath me. Struggling I slipped on my helmet for the second time and closed my eyes.
