Chapter two of Hero.

Alright, I'm moving along ever so slowly. I probably should be working on Jak 4, but I'm having a total brain block.... Ugh! Curse you stupid midterms! You suck away my imagination!!!

I believe teachers are sent from hell to destroy us...

Lol. Read and review por favor.

Rated 13 and up for minor language

Characters: Daxter (POV) and Jak

Word prompt: Loyalty

"Son of a bitch!" I scream at the top of my lungs, sprinting away from the Metalhead as fast as my little ottsel legs will carry me. "JAK! HELP ME!"

Yeah. That's sure to impress the ladies Dax. But quite frankly, I don't care. I just want to make it out alive. And right now the odds really aren't looking too good. I can feel my legs slowing down as my body begins to tire.

"DAMMIT! Get away from me you slobbering monster!"

Ah, frick.

The damn Metalhead is getting closer. I can hear it's feet as it runs it's way through Dead Town, tearing up rocks. It won't stop chasing me, and I don't think it will until it catches me.

Great. This wasn't gonna end pretty. I was about to let loose another string of profanities when I hear the sound of a gunshot and a shriek as the Metalhead collapses behind me, blood flowing into the muddy water. "Thanks Jak," I mutter, feeling a bit dizzy as a stumble back to the tall blonde I call my friend.

He grunts quietly, his way of saying you're welcome. Blondie doesn't talk much. Slinging his gun over his shoulder he holds out a hand which I gladly take, and I scramble onto his shoulder. I notice that his entire bicep is bleeding a strange reddish purple. The Dark Eco is slowly leaving his system, that's probably why his blood was glowing. Heheh. Shiny.

My breathing is still labored and he looks at me, his eyes much darker than their usual baby blue. "You okay Dax?" His voice is low and hoarse, as though he's just getting accustomed to speaking out loud.

I nod, trying to stop my racing heart. "You bet Jakky."

Looking down I see the blood begin to run faster down his arm. Oh Mar. I feel dizzy.

"How 'bout you? That claw went in pretty deep." I pray he doesn't hear the panic in my voice. I clear my throat. "It looks kinda bad."

Jak looks down at his shoulder and shrugs. Blood was nothing new to him.

"I'm fine."

I swallow loudly. "Sure you are." Forcing a grin I elbow him gently in the jaw. "Thanks for using me as bait you big jerk."

A quick grin, one that looked more like a grimace anyway flashes across Jak's face. He hasn't smiled once since I rescued him from prison. I fight off the anger bubbling in my chest. Right now all I wanna do is find that bastard Praxis and rip his head off. But I shake it off. Right now Jak needed me. "Let's go back to the city. The rest of those Metalheads probably are on their way." The thought of more of them makes me want to throw up, right there and then. I didn't care if Jak was watching.

But he nods in response, his eyes slowly beginning to clear up. I sigh inwardly, a bit calmer than I was a second ago. At least he was lucid. Myself on the other hand...

We make our way past the carcasses of the Metalheads and into the scummy city that is now our home.

Mar I hate it here.

Everything about it is the exact opposite of our real home. Sandover.

Sandover Village was quiet, it's shady palm trees and blue ocean never failed to put me to sleep. The memories we shared of exploring the beach, and annoying the hell out of the villagers are the best memories I have.

But Haven is nothing like that. It's loud and full of zoomer exhaust. Everything is too dark and everyone is scary. My physical and mental well being is at stake due to it all, but I try to hide it. Still, I freak out at the tiniest bit of noise, and I've had a stuffy nose for weeks. I'm coated with the grime that covers the city I swear that the entire place is black and white.

Wait. Don't ottels see in black and white? Or is that crocadogs?

Crap... I am losing it.

I hate it here. I hate it, hate it, hate it.

To be home again...

If I could leave I would. But I can't. I know I can't. I'm only here because of Jak. My Jak. He's decided that it's up to us (well, mainly him) to save this Mar-forsaken hell hole and get rid of that ass hole Praxis once and for all. Personally I think that being pumped up with the dark stuff has left the Big Guy bonkers, but he's my best friend and I would never leave his side. Some may say I'm with him for the glory, but they're wrong. I stay because Jak's my best friend, and to him I'm loyal.

So I'll make due with what I have. I'll be thankful for the small moments when Jak isn't blowing someone or something up to smithereens and we just sit and talk like we used to. I'll stay by Jak when he has another nightmare and be there to wake him up and tell him it was just a dream. I'll ignore the pain we constantly go through, complain only when it really hurts. I'll make sure every single KG pays for what they did to Jak, and I'll pretend that everything will be okay, and go back to normal. Even though I know it won't.

I'll stand by Jak no matter what because he's my best friend and to he's the only guy I've ever felt loyal to. And together we'll save this city.

Stuff from Daxter's POV are always fun to write in. :D he's just so darn cute! lol.

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~LeiaOrganicSolo