-1Still don't own Jak and Daxter. Enjoy.
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Dax shivered in his seat, watching a similar occurrence in the red-head next to him. It had gotten cold, very cold, very fast. The wheels crunched over frozen ground as they buzzed along. "Why doesn't this thing have a heater?" Torn raised an interested eyebrow at the ottsel. "And what, may I ask, use would they have for that in the desert," he questioned mockingly. For a second the furry creature considered sticking his tongue out, but reconsidered as another shiver raced through his skin.
Torn frowned, "Sorry. I guess the cold is making me a little bitter." Daxter's eyes widened at the unusual show of remorse. Stowing his rude retort, he settled in to his seat, only to be flung into the dash as the car spun on dark ice. The tires screamed as the guardsman fought to regain control. He jerked back in his seat as the car screeched to a halt. Wide eyed he stared off the high cliff his car was perched so wonderfully on the edge of. Backing it up, carefully, he placed stepped out onto the treacherous ground, his eyes never leaving the objects that now held his sight. Dax jumped up on to the tall man's shoulder, only to gasp at the tall structures he saw before him.
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The blond hero jumped off of his hover board, surveying the damaged area. It appeared that all had gone according to plan, which scared him. The beaming explosives tech stood, just outside the city limits, with a cascade of rocks behind him. "Well Jackie-boy, what do you think," Jinx grinned, positive he knew the answer to his question. "You blew up a rock face." He raised a hand in to pause him, wrapping the other around the younger man's shoulders to face him where he wanted him. "Do you see that? That rock face contains green eco. And what's more, in the process we destroyed a metalhead nest that was feeding off of it." Jak had to smile at that, while the insane demolition man next to him enjoyed destroying all things, he took special satisfaction in removing enemy threats.
"Sorry to have doubted you Jinx. I guess I have to go back to help Vin now," he grimaced at the dusty man, "You might want to get yourself cleaned up." Stepping back onto his board, he sped away, listening to the maniacal laughs behind him. He weaved through traffic, always cautious of a surprise attack. He looked up to find he had stopped, and so did his heart. Jak would have been more than pleased to never see this place again. Slowly, he stepped down , dragging his feet as he walked through the crowed to that horrid memory. They had done well to clean it up, it almost looked new, but it would never be the same. Through his mind images of blood and gore flashed. He shut his eyes against it trying to block the screams from his ears. Tears graced his dark eyes, filling at the edges, near the point of overflowing.
"Hey!" The shout snapped him back to attention as he ran out of the street, and the way of hover cars. Quietly he walked along the wall heading to a door he had often gone through without a care. No one greeted him this time as he switched on the training course. Pulling the scatter gun off of his back, he walked in to the last one she had created. Everything was moving, it was so elaborate. He kept his finger from pulling back as the hologram of an innocent ran at him, only to fire seconds later. Suddenly he was surrounded by KGB and metalheads. His scatter gun went off in rapid succession, stopping only to reload as another innocent ran into his sight. Before he knew it, the session had ended, some where in the back of his mind it registered that he had gotten a perfect score. Unsatisfied he stepped outside, wincing as the sun glared mercilessly upon him. He had put off long enough, Jak knew he needed to go talk to Vin.
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"Hello! Is anyone here!" The red-headed leader of the guard reached up to rub the ear by which the precocious ottsel had just screamed out. "Shhh." In the silence, all that could be heard were Torn's boots crunching in the snow, the large city seemed to swallow the two figures. Daxter shivered and slinked around the older man's neck. "Why is this place so cold?" His whole body moved as the other shrugged. "At least you have fur." The cold laugh used to respond was eaten away by the frozen air. "What happened here," the whispered question felt to loud for both of them. No response, but was one really needed?
There was no need for Dax to ask where they were going. Something seemed to draw them to the city square. They weren't sure why, but it seemed most logical to go to the very center. Still, an uneasy feeling settled over them. While the whole city was dark and lifeless, nothing made it so. Aside from an even coat of snow, the city was barren. Every thing is in perfect condition, no dust is on the wears behind shop windows, and, there are no bodies, fresh or old, meaning something had either driven the people out in a hurry, or… Torn cut off that though, but none the less he pulled out his hand gun, keeping the safety off.
He froze, not sure he wanted to continue forward. The snow was suddenly gone, it seemed only ice kept them standing on air. The city square was indeed open far below the lever they were on now. He could almost feel the orange ottsel's stomach sink as the thought crossed its mind, had they been walking on ice all this time. "We should go," he started, "on the ice." The other scoffed, what on earth was he thinking? Before he could stop him, the younger man was on the edge of the square licking the ice. He almost laughed at what came next. "Thurn. Ets gazz, buu may tugg ezz thuk." Trying not to chuckle, Torn walked over and pulled the fuzzy creature free, ripping a chunk of his tongue off to do so.
Setting him down he looked down at the ground. Finding it truly was glass, he relaxed a little. To his slight alarm there was a circle in the middle that was completely free of even glass. Was that supposed to be there? With out a thought the adventurous teenager walked to the hole, gazing down with interest. He had failed to see the symbol on the edge of the thing made of white marble, or how it light up when he stepped on it. Torn, however caught it, but to late. As he shouted to the ottsel to move, something started in the chasm. Four bright, colored lights clashed together, the shock wave sending the ottsel off balance. "Daxter!" The red-head shouted as he reached in earnest for the falling form.
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Short chapter sorry. As much as I love visiting the east coast in winter, I'm stuck trying to write on my lap top while still interacting with the whole family…not a lot of time for that, but I don't sleep much anyway, so, we'll see. I hope to do several more on this and my other story, and maybe start another…maybe not. Hope you enjoyed and I'll have the next chapter up as soon as possible.
