PStU: Sorry short chapter this time. But at least I got it out before things started to get very busy here.
Star: ~sigh~ you start your major classes soon and won't be able to write as much.
PStU: I know don't remind me.
Star: The Jak and Daxter Series is owned by the gods at Naughty Dog. PStU owns diddly.
Entry: Does it even matter anymore?
Date: Don't know Don't Care.
Place: Still in Hell also known as Haven City.
This morning sucked. I can't even get a decent night of sleep anymore. All I see in my dreams is the hell I was put through under Praxis's watchful eyes. I feel as if I am completely reliving what I went through even though it is a dream. I can't escape even in sleep. My life is F—ed up beyond all repair and I can truly say that it makes me want to rip something to pieces.
I only got about two hours of sleep tops. No matter what I could not make the dreams stop. I looked over at Daxter and could feel jealousy creep up on me as I saw that he was sleeping peacefully while I have to suffer from constant nightmares.
I then pushed my jealousy aside and reminded myself that he was my best friend. The only friend I had in this hellhole. I mean I don't even know if Keira and Samos are even in this hell of a city. For all I know they could be somewhere else entirely. I pushed those thoughts out of my head. I would find them eventually, after I killed Praxis of course.
Daxter had somehow gotten us a room at an inn of some kind. When I asked him last night all he said was that the people who owned the place owed him a favor. He didn't tell me what he had done to get the favor but I wasn't complaining.
I got up from the small bed that I had tried to sleep on and went into the nearby bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror that hung over the sink. I looked so different. My hair was longer and swept back. My face had slimed down a lot too, probably from not eating right for the last two years. The biggest change however where my eyes. They looked harder, angrier and they seemed to almost glow. I scowled at my own reflection and slammed my fist through the mirror. I didn't need to see myself to know that I was different then before I came to this hell.
I just stood there for a few minutes with my fist still in the mirror not caring that my knuckles were bleeding. I heard Daxter walk in and turned to look at him as he came over to me. His ears were drooped and he had a sad look on his face. I just walked out right past him after he came in to see what I had done. I left him standing in front of the bathroom door. I was still so pissed at everything that I could hardly see strait.
I left the room we stayed in and went into the street. Once I was out in the somewhat fresh air I finally decided to look at the damage I had inflected on my hand. I hadn't even felt any pain when I shattered that mirror. Now that I look at my hand I notice that my blood looked more like Dark Eco than it did blood, I also noticed that aside from the mirror pieces sticking out of my fist it looked perfectly fine.
I growled to myself and yanked all the shards out of my hand and watched the now ever present Dark Eco seep out of the wounds they made, and as if to really prove how messed up I am now I watched as my hand healed impossibly fast.
Damn you Praxis.
I just stood there staring at my hand for a minute until Daxter came outside and saw what I was doing.
He didn't say a word as he jumped up onto my shoulder. I am glad he didn't ask any questions. I don't know if I could answer them without getting angry at him.
We walked for a bit, until I got tired of it and jumped up to one of the flying zomers overhead. I grabbed the person who was in the seat and tossed him into the street. I didn't even care if he got hurt. I could tell that Daxter was shocked by what I had done but I really didn't care that he was shocked.
I am different now. Who cares?
We flew around the slums for a few hours until we finally found a dead-end alley that looked like it could be the one we were looking for. I switched hover zones and parked near it. Once I was out of the zomer I walked over into the alley and immediately noticed two elves standing there.
A woman with light blond hair scowled at us as we walked past her. Not that I cared anyway.
I noticed a man with brown dreadlocks coming towards us also with a scowl on his face. I looked at him and noticed a curved dagger on his back and saw that he carried himself like a fighter.
I then said "We're looking for a guy named Torn. Kor sent us." I paused and waited for a reply. I didn't get one so I continued. "Are you Torn?"
Daxter finally decided to speak up and he said "Maybe this guys a mute, like you used to be."
I rolled my eyes at that and then heard the guy speak.
"New face's make me nervous. Word is you're out to join the fight for the city. Picking the wrong side could be… unhealthy"
I glared at him then said "We want to see the shadow."
He chuckled a bit and said "Not likely. If you and your pet want to join something… try the circus, unless you have the fur for a really tuff task."
I noticed that he had pulled out his curved dagger and was testing the edge of it as he spoke that last part to us. I could tell right away that it was making Daxter nervous because I could see him eyeing it from the corner of my eye.
After about a minute he finally said "Steal the Barons banner of the top of the ruined tower. Then maybe we'll talk." After he finished talking to me he tossed is dagger in the air and caught it.
I glared at him and walked right out of that alley. I had to prove myself strong enough to fight for the city.
Fine. I'd play his little game of capture the flag. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face as I grabbed it and proved myself to be serious about fighting the Baron.
I'll write more later.
PStU: As I said short chapter. Hope it was good though. Please review. I'll give you a digital cookie.
