Okay, here's Chapter 4!!! HORRAY!!! it kinda got busy in this household, so writing's been kinda slow... heh my apologies:)
Once again I dont own anything from Jak2...just Jessi, Tryst, and Mitch.
R&R PLEASE! ::does the chicken dance::
CHAPTER 4
The dynamic duo entered the elevator and headed for the top of the Baron's palace. (Daxter- what? No elevator music?! Me- Oh, fine. ::mimics elevator music:: Happy? Daxter- Actually, it was better silent. ::hides behind Jak's head:: Jak- can we continue this, please?!)
They went across to the roof of the palace, and looked down from above through a glass panel, to a chapel-like room, where Praxis and Erol were seen inside... with a hologram of a monster. Jak motioned to Daxter to keep quiet (knowing the fur ball's random outbursts), as they listened in on the conversation. Daxter, however, was busy being bothered by a slight tickle in his nose, and attempted to ignore it for the time being.
The baron started to speak. "I've told you, I'll have more eco by week's end. We'll transport it directly to your nest, as promised!" He said to the hologram monster.
The monster didn't seem too convinced. "A deal is of no value if you can't deliver, my dear Baron. I grow impatient with your puny gestures. Give me the agreed upon eco soon, or the deal is off, and your precious city will pay the price!"
The hologram vanished, and Erol started to show a face filled with anger. "He's toying with us! Let me lead an assault on the Nest before it's too late! I can take him!" He implied, clutching his fists tightly.
By this time, Daxter's face was scrunching up and down, fighting the even stronger tickle in his tiny nose.
"Patience, commander." The Baron said calmly. "No one has ever penetrated the Metal Head Nest, you know that! I've seen what comes of such foolish plans." He brought up one of his hands and placed it lightly to his head as he shook it lightly. Before long, he brought himself back to his senses, looked on at the city view through the window, the rain washing down upon the glass, and looked back at the impatient commander.
"No! Strength is their weakness... We play helpless... We train them to eat from our hands, and then..." His mind seemed to wander as a mischievous smile formed on the Baron's face. "Move forward with the plan! Tell Ashelin to up her patrols. I want that Tomb found!" He ordered the commander.
Erol hesitated. "But your daughter has not been…agreeable." The baron groaned aloud.
"I'll see to that problem, one way or another." he reassured Erol.
Jak's eyes widened. "Ashelin's the baron's daughter?" He whispered to himself in shock as he continued to hear the baron's orders.
"And find that child! If you'd spend half as much time looking for that little brat as you spend flirting with that mechanic girl, we would have pinned his royal ass to a wall long ago!"
It was then Jak heard sniffling next to him. He looked to Daxter and realized he had to sneeze. "Hold it in, Daxter!!!" Jak thought as Daxter was fighting the sneeze off.
"Ahh….ahhh….AHHH---" the urge suddenly vanished as Daxter smiled in relief. Without warning, the urge came as quickly as it did left, leaving Daxter without warning as he released a huge sneeze, with some residue on the window.
"What was that?!" Erol said, looking up towards the glass rooftop from where the sound came from. All there was showing was the rain hitting the glass and nothing more. Jak was well hidden from the glass panes, and held Daxter's mouth shut incase another giant sneeze would emerge from the little Ottsel. Just then, a Krimzon Guard appeared in the room and saluted the Baron.
"Sir, we've captured her. She's in Holding Cell 211." The Krimzon Guard said.
"Good. Leave her for a while. I have other business to attend to." Baron replied as he walked out of the room. Erol went towards the Krimzon Guard.
"You and your men need to check out the roof. There could be intruders. Shoot if they're in your sight." He ordered. The guard took off, yelling for three other men as the commander followed the Baron.
"You don't think…" Jak said to Daxter, hand still closing the Ottsel's mouth shut.
Daxter continued to mutter angrily until Jak released his grip. "If you took any longer, I would've been BLUE lightning instead of ORANGE lightning!" He remarked, taking a big breath of air. Jak didn't pay attention as he and Daxter left the rooftop to find out who the prisoner was.
I laid helpless on the dusty floor. It was cold, dirty and muggy in the dungeon room. They called it a Holding Cell, but I'd rather be in the room at the hideout. I managed to sit up and looked at my leg, still bleeding and in pain. Tears continued to stream down my dirty face. I have never been in so much pain before, and never in my life have I been this terrified. "So much for 'protection'." I thought to myself, holding onto the red bracelet Tryst gave me.
Suddenly, the door swung open, causing a blinding light to enter the dark room. I squinted my eyes and managed to see a Krimzon guard. Without saying anything, he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me a few doors down to an all-white room, where a doctor was waiting for me.
The doctor had red hair and green eyes. She approached me, but my instincts got to the best of me and attempted to move away from her, the pain in my leg increasing.
"Relax, I'm here to help." The doctor replied calmly. "That is, if you want the help. If you'd rather be in pain, then that's fine." I looked away for a moment and stared at a mouse hole in the corner. She was a doctor. I sat down on the doctor's patient table. She slowly came towards me and looked at the wound on my leg with concern. "Well, they got you pretty good." She commented with a small smile. I had to smile myself.
"Yeah." I muttered. I never looked at the guard, but had a feeling he was staring at me. Maybe he was one of the guards who chased me. I looked up at the guard and glared at him before I turned my attention back to the doctor, who was stitching up my wound. I flinched at the pain.
"Sorry, it'll only hurt for a few seconds more." The doctor reassured me, cleaning the wound and bandaging it up. "You know," she started, "They're looking for your friends. Those two are in a bunch of trouble. It's best if you just let the Baron know where they are."
I knew there was some catch to her being nice. "I don't know where they are." I said truthfully as the doctor finished wrapping the wound.
"And if you did?"
I looked down at my bracelet. I pictured Tryst and smiled. "I still wouldn't tell you."
The doctor frowned as she got up and left, nodding at the guard. Before he grabbed me again, I had to ask.
"Where's Mitch?" The guard stopped. He looked back at me.
"Who?"
"You know who I'm talking about. Tryst's son." I held up the bracelet. "The one that gave me this."
My heart began to beat faster as the guard came closer. "it's what you've been staring at since I've been here. You know who she is, don't you? You should give her back her son. She's worried about him. She thinks you killed him!"
There was a pause. "He…is…dead."
My face flushed. My heart sank. I looked again at the Krimzon guard, and noticed a difference in him. Sure, I couldn't see his face, but I could feel anxiety.
"You're lying."
The guard shot a look at me and grabbed me by the arm once again; leading me back to the hellhole they stuck me in.
"You know where he is," I stated as he continued to pull me, "a REAL man would do what was right."
"I am doing what is right…for this city." The guard said, not looking at me.
"You're doing what you've been BRAINWASHED to do. This isn't right. It's what the BARON wants." I protested, shouting these words as he unlocked my door. "What he knows about right and wrong could barely fit into the palm of my hand!"
He opened the door and was about to throw me in, but he stopped. It was almost like he was thinking about what he should do.
"Do the right thing." I whispered to him. "Before it's too late."
The guard looked back at me and nodded his head. "I am." He uttered as he threw me in the cell and locked the door.
I collapsed to the ground, causing some dirt to rise from the ground and made my nose itch and tickle.
"Heh…heh…heh-CHOO!" the sound of the sneeze echoed throughout the cell, until it eventually faded away.
"Gesundheit!" a familiar voice echoed. I looked around, seeing no one.
"He-hello??" I asked aloud, confused.
"Up here, toots!" the voice beckoned. I looked up to see a familiar fuzz ball tied to some rope as he headed down towards me. "Hey, have you seen any damsels in distress lately?" He asked as he reached the ground. "WOAH! What happened to your leg?!" He asked, looking at the bandaged leg.
"It's nothing just a scratch." I said as I got up. "You know, this is weird…"
"Whaddya mean?" Daxter asked as he climbed up to my shoulder.
"This!" I answered, pointing to him on my shoulder. "I'm just used to seeing you on Jak's shoulder!" I looked back up from the window where Daxter came from. "Where is he, anyway?"
"Oh, he's on his way. But uh…" Daxter started to sound uneasy. "He might look a little…different."
"Yeah I don't really care I just want to get the hell out of here." I said, heading towards the door. Just then, I heard people screaming as something came towards my door. I limped back towards the wall just in time before the door broke open. On the other side was Jak…Dark Jak. His eyes were huge and black, and his skin was purple. Not only was that purple, but so was the static coming off him.
"Let's GO!" the distorted voice said as we all ran out of the prison. Pain was traveling through my leg as if someone was stabbing it with a knife. It was night again, and there was already a zoomer parked outside. Jak soon crunched down, as if he was in pain, and transformed from the dark skin, black-eyed warrior to the normal colored, green haired fighter as he helped me in the zoomer and drove off.
"WOAH! That was close!" Daxter commented, breaking the odd silence as he stayed on my shoulder.
"What were you doing? Why did you leave Tryst's house?" Jak asked angrily.
"I…I went to see the Onin." I said softly. "I needed answers," I looked up at the back of Jak's head, "and no offense, but I couldn't just sit and wait for you two to come back with answers. Who knows how long that would've taken?"
There was silence the rest of the trip as we headed back to the secret headquarters.
"What do you think you were doing?!" Torn yelled, fighting the urge to throw something at Jessi. Jak stood in silence with Daxter back on his shoulder.
"I needed answers!" she protested.
"And what is this I hear the city being on high alert?! What the hell have you three done?" Torn asked, glaring at Jak and Daxter.
"Look, we rescued Jess, and…probably tripped a few alarms." Jak confessed, shrugging his shoulders. Daxter jumped off onto the table.
"But we DID hear some secret meeting with the leader of the Metal Heads! Baron's gonna double-cross 'em!"
An elderly man named Tor came to view, along with a little boy, who seemed very shy. "Well, our good Baron's wonderful 'charm' must have angered someone, because there's word from the Wasteland that Metal Head armies are on the move again!"
"Hey Torn, why didn't you tell me Ashelin was Praxis's daughter? What's your connection with her?" Jak asked, changing the subject.
"That's none of your concern." He stated coldly. "Jessi, go to the spare room and fix up your bandage."
Jessi looked at the bandage and realized it was showing blood. "It's okay, when I'm with Tryst—"
"She's not there." Torn interrupted, "and it's your fault."
5 minutes after Daxter showed up in the cell with Jessi
"I hope Jessi's alright." Tryst said aloud, hanging newly made clothes up. Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Jessi!" she exclaimed, running towards the door. When she opened the door, her heart sank as she stared back into the mask of a single Krimzon Guard. There was a moment of silence as Tryst's eyes filled with tears. "Mitch?"
Without answering, the guard knocked her out and dragged her to the Krimzon zoomer, driving back to the prison.
Well, thats that! it was 6 pages on Microsoft, so if it looks small, my apologies! I'll have to write MORE! ;)
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