Kiri: OMG, I'm SO sorry! It's taken me a LONG ass time to update... sorry! Well, here's a short chapter 6 and I'm working on chapter 7. I finally got rid of my writers block, so now I can update.
Chapter 6
(Jak's POV)
I sat in silence as Jakie left the hideout. She didn't know I was watching her. Several thoughts came to mind at once. One said 'I'm going to KILL that son of a bitch!' Obviously, that was my darker side's thinking… Another said 'Let her do what she wants. Why the hell should I care?' Heh, my thinking. It's true, actually. I still didn't fully believe the fact that she was my own flesh and blood. Her story makes perfect sense, but I still have a feeling deep down that she's not who she says she is. Besides, I already have enough problems of my own to worry about her.
'Shame on you, Jak,' Dark Jak spoke up suddenly. 'How could you think that about your own child? How inconsiderate.'
'Shut up,' I snapped, 'I don't care who she is; she can deal with her own problems. She's not a kid. I have more important things going on.'
'Getting revenge on Baron Praxis is more important than how our daughter will spend the rest of her life?'
''Our daughter'?'
'She has a dark side too, Jak. You remember, don't you?' I growled.
'Stop playing mind games! She's on her own with this! End of story!' The only answer was a soft chuckle.
'We'll see how long that lasts.'
"Jak? Are you alright, buddy?" Daxter ask suddenly. I perked up. "Jak?"
"I'm fine." Daxter just shrugged and didn't say anything. My thoughts immediately returned to Jakie. Ok, so I did feel a little sorry for her. But still, it's not my problem.
(Jakie's POV)
Well, I'm officially sick of thinking about Erol. Then again, I'm sick of a lot of things. Like the fact that I'm the one who always gets the short end of the stick. Well, that's just how it is, I guess. Sighing, I stared up at the blue, hazy sky, wondering if this was even worth it. It was either reject Erol and let my father die, or marry the bastard and be miserable, but save Dad's life. I hate this. A lot.
I slowly trudged back to the City, still contemplating the whole thing. I didn't really want to face my father again so I was taking my time. You know why? You know how I felt? Stupid. Very, very, extremely stupid. But you know what? At about the 43rd time I'd told myself how stupid I was, I starting thinking, 'Is any of this even worth it? Is dad's life worth marrying Erol? Is it worth marrying that jackass, or worth not marrying him? Confusing, I know, but this was definitely something I stopped to think about.
After about ten minutes of staring mindlessly at the sky, thinking nonstop about those things, I finally drew a conclusion. No, Erol wasn't worth anything. I wasn't going to marry him to save my father, and I wasn't going to ruin my life to marry him either. The next time I see him, I'll just turn down his offer, call him a prick and that will be the end of it- hold it!
I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. I still need whatever information he has locked up in his crazy, sick little mind because it just happens to be information that no one else has but Baron Praxis. Well, this IS a thorny situation…
I started walking again. I knew that this was going to take some thinking. However, by the time I reached the city door, I stopped again. A small voice in the back of my mind, which I had been drowning out with all these other thoughts, was speaking up finally. You know what it was saying? 'Kill him.'