Yeah. My grandma erased EVERYTHING and wiped out ANYTHING that I had on the computer so that's why it took me a lil bit to update. Grr I had irreplacable stuff get wiped out too. THAT'S THE SECOND TIME.
Anyway, on wit' the story.
The boy clenched his fists, staring out into the ocean. He was angered by he felt that he was practically enslaved for the rest of his life, working for Kliever as a full time job cleaning cars all day. He kneeled on the soft beach, and grasped out to the sand, and held it in his palm. A soft breeze blew through his deep green hair, and he let the grains of sand escape through past his fingers. He repeatedly played with the sand like that, pondering to himself quietly.
"My father once told me that when you add the right element to something, it becomes malleable." Jak said, behind him. The boy looked at him past his shoulder, as if he was expecting him to pop up. "Why have we met like this twice?" He sighed, looking down. Daxter wasn't with him this time.
"I dunno. Maybe both of us have a fascination of the ocean?"
Jak sat next to Derrick, scratching his head. "I have a question." Derrick stated, watching the waves crash onto the near by rock. Jak looked at him.
"If you love Laona so much, why don't you marry her?"
The blonde looked at him funny, "Is that any of your business, kid?" Derrick shook his head.
"No, sir. Sorry if I offended you or anything."
Jak just realized something. He had never really thought about marrying Laona. It is a little out of place to have a child out of marriage. That and in some areas it's illegal. He pondered about that for a moment. Jak cleared his throat. "Not only that but.. She's pregnant." Derrick looked at the blonde, and grinned. "Well well!" He said deeply, sounding happy. With one hand he shook Jak's shoulder.
"Way to go, dude!"
Jak forced his hand off, and frowned.
"I'm not bragging about it."
"Aren't you happy?"
"I am happy. It's just so sudden. We found out in the hospital when she was recovering from an accident." Derrick stood up, and starting walking up to the pathways. "Yeah?" He muttered. Jak turned to him, and stood up. Derrick just stood there, watching people walking by with their large weapons. "What are you going to name your child?" He asked, looking over his shoulder. "I dunno. Laona and I will think about it later on I guess." Suddenly, the wind dropped. Everything turned dead silent, and a cold chill ran through everyone's backs. Jak started to feel anxious, feeling that something was wrong. The ground was beginning to shake beneath Jak's feet. He stared down at his toes, and frowned.
"What the-"
The sound of a screeching howl of some creature flooded everyone's ears that were near by. Jak turned to where the noise came from. A levitating form of a giant metal head stood before him, with someone saddled onto it's large muscular scaly neck. A man that most resembled as a slender marauder sat there, with a rather large spear. But the thing was, he wasn't a marauder.
"Jak Mar?" The man shouted.
Jak reached out for his peace maker. He locked and loaded his weapon, pointing at his opponent. Derrick, scared to lights, ran for his life. The man noticed Derrick running, and he leaped off of his domesticated creature, and tackled the boy onto the ground. Derrick panicked, and reached for his dagger from his belt. It was no use. He was pinned to the ground, and the man had taken out his own dagger, and slipped it under his neck. The boy grunted angrily, catching his breath staring at the dagger.
Jak aimed once again at the man with his peace maker, from a distance. "Who the hell are you?" He snapped. The marauder-like man's lips curved a devious grin.
"Call me Mak. I'm here to give you an important message. A man named Errol is paying me to tell you something."
Jak stepped closer. He tried to ignore the fact he brought up that he said Errol sent him. The thought to himself that he was already dead. He didn't care about that. A moment passed. "Ok then, tell me the message and leave the boy alone." The man frowned and said crossly, "One more step and I'll kill your little friend here and you can kiss your little message goodbye." He stopped abruptly, glaring at the man in pure hatred. This man took his dagger away from Derrick's throat, and put it away.
"He says: If you dare risk harming her and the child, you have a death clock awaiting for your demise. I know." The man stood up. "That's your message, 'hero'." He said gruffly, leaping into the air, and grabbing onto his metal head. Jak glared at him, with his guard slightly down. He couldn't believe what he had heard. A message from Errol? Warning him to not harm, to what he believed, Laona and his unborn child? What the hell did that mean? He knew that Errol was dead. How'd he find out?
Before he knew it, the man disappeared. The sun below started warming up all around, wearing away the cold chilly air. Derrick was still on the floor, slightly agitated. Jak sighed, putting away his weapon. He helped him up, and the boy started to dust himself off.
"One thing you godda know kid, don't run like that. You are bound to get attacked first. Don't just try to escape out in the blue. Especially with some freak like that on your tail." Jak warned. Derrick sneered, and cleared his throat, touching his temple.
"A little too much late notice, don't you think. Who's Errol? He sounds familiar to me, I don't know why."
The blonde looked at him funny.
"You don't know Errol?!"
He shook his head.
"You don't know Errol, the right hand man of Baron Praxis? A crazed obsessed racer that tried to kill me when I was 17?!"
Still, Derrick shook his head. Jak rose his eyebrow.
"He nearly wiped out the whole world by wakening the dark precursors. Damn kid, have you been living under a rock?"
"Jak, WTF man? Did you forget? I'm not from this time, exactly." He nudged at his large watch on his wrists. The blonde blinked, and looked at it. "Oh." He said quietly.
"I godda go. Kliever is gonna yell at me if I don't get going. He's racing with some mur-"
"You don't have to explain yourself." Jak interrupted. He didn't want to listen to Derricks stories. Nobody really does. The boy is often shy, and feels that someone's going to hurt him if he doesn't explain why he does what he does, because of past experiences, in his time. "Ok." He sighed, smiling weakly. Derrick turned away, darting towards a leaper. Jak watched him run off on the leaper.He then started thinking about the message again, pondering to himself what had happened.
"If you dare risk harming her and the child, you have a death clock awaiting for your demise."
I wanted to put in a little more mystery in with the story for Jak, mainly. I dunno where I got the weird idea for a dude with the metal head to send the message. I didn't really want a peaceful, precursor dream about Erol confronting Jak. I wanted it to be a little more rough than that.
AJMS, I'm trying my best with the Grammar. lol my highest reading point average is like, 6.6. It's actually increased since I've been reading your stories, other books, and other fanfics. lol it's weird how it works. My spelling SUCKS though. I use spell check like crazy, dude.