ok! yay! second chapter! XD lol just like before, I know it's kind of confusing. but it's supposed to be more like thoughts than sentances (and i don't know about you, but i don't think in sentaces XD). also i dont own them...TT.TT
also, to answer a couple questions, Jak WILL come into the story. XD don't worry about that. also, Daxter, right now, is in his Human form. CB if you have any other questions feel free to ask away! X3
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CH. 2 - And the Pain Came
Numb. Pain. Dark.
Ow.
Those were the only thoughts that could penetrate his throbbing mind as Daxter moaned. His eyes stung as he pried them open. It felt as though a thousand needles were bombarding each one.
But soon his eyes adjusted to the pain and he blinked around the baren room where he lay. He tried to move his arm but had to stifle a cry when a severe sorness enveloped his shoulder.
It seemed like forever until he was finally able to lift himself into a sitting possition, leaning against the dirty wall. He studdied the room as he waited for the pain to subside.
It was a small room. Huge grey bricks formed the walls, cieling, and floor. A single large, metal door stood intimidatingly at the far end of the room, tucked into a damp corner. Looking down on his legs, Daxter saw he sat upon a pile of dingy, disfigured old mattresses. A look of digust glued itself to his face as he realised he'd been laying on those for who knows how long. They were dirty, lumpy, damp, and just HAD to be seeping with itsy bisty tinsy winsy teeny tiny creepy crawlies that he didn't even WANT to think about!
Tearing his eyes to the top of the room, he saw said room was lit by a single, small, and very dim light bulb that hung from a frail old chain. Something about this room reminded him of something. But what? Why was it about this disgusting, cave-like room that made it almost... not so bad?
Suddenly a loud crank echoed in the tomb. Daxter's eyes flew, wide, to the monsterous door looming on the other side of the room. Then the memories of the White Beast came back to him. His lips quivered as icy air filled his lungs and he held his breath. He waited for the door to open and for the creature to enter, like the murderer from a horror movie, and tear him apart.
But nothing happened.
Daxter slowly released the dank breath he'd been holding, but his eyes stayed glued to the door. For a moment he almost thought it wouldn't open.
But it did.
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The two stared on helplessly as the men and women worked. They almost had faces, but not quite. Memories of faces, more or less.
"Do you think he's alright?" she asked.
The small man shook his head. "I don't know."
"He's with--" What was that? "--He won't hurt him, will he?"
He shook his head again. "I don't know."
She was desprate. "He's done it before! He won't hurt him this time!"
He was silent.
She stared at him, with tears in her eyes. But she wouldn't cry. She couldn't. She had to be strong. For him. For everyone.
"...They'll be ok," she reassured him. But more herself. She turned back to the faceless people. "He'll go back to normal. He'll come back. He'll come home. They'll be ok."
But he was silent.
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A suspension of disbelief. That's what his mother called it when she read a book or watched a movie she enjoyed. While you're watching it it's almost like it's real, even though you know it's not. But this feeling, this tearing, sickening lump in his stomache, was just the opposite.
As the White Thing took a heavy step into the scantly lit room, he knew this was real. But it almost seemed... not so. Like, it wasn't right. This wouldn't be happening. But it was. It was there, the White Thing. Right there! Not three yards away! A few steps and--
It turned it's head, slowly, and looked at him with the same black, lifeless eyes that had nearly hynotised him before. It's pale hair fell in clumps around it's face, framing it like spider webs.
So pale, Daxter realised, he was so pale. So white. Was he dead? But he was moving. Zombie? Could be. Monster? Definately.
The red-head slowly pulled his feet below him. He would be standing when he died, or at least when he tried to make a break for it.
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The Thing watched as he slowly got his shaky feet under him and pushed off the make-shift nest. He used the wall for support. He was thin. Too thin. Too thin to eat. Was it hungry? Starving. But not that way. Not for food. It was something else. But it burned.
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He couldn't help it. Daxter knew better than to look people in eye. But... he couldn't stop himself. Like, it was something to do. The thing to do. The right thing. Was it?
The White Thing was still staring at him for a long while, and he stared back, blanky. Nothing was exchanged in their faces, in their eyes. Nothing. Nothing but everything. Every single thing. Every nothing.
Suddenly it turned it's body toward him. Daxter's breath stalled in his throat. It's foot moved. Closer. It stepped slowly toward him.
Daxter tried to take a step back and realised he was already pressed up against the wall.
Another heavy step.
Thump. Thump.
He was wearing boots. Heavy boots. The big black ones the bad guy always wore.
But the good guys wore them too. Was that wierd?
Strange?
Maybe. Who knows. But it shows how close they are.
Good and bad.
Why was he thinking about this?
He looked so familiar, the White Thing did.
But why? That was stupid. He was just another monster.
Right?
Why was it hard to call it a monster? Because it looked human? Almost. But someting else...
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It took another step. And another. Why was it moving so slow? Was he scared? No. Never scared. Only angry. Furious. Rage. Hating. Murdering.
The small red-head in front of him tried in vain to disappear into the corner. Into the darkness. But that wouldn't have helped. It could smell him.
There.
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Daxter didn't have time to breath as a clawed hand shot out and took a firm, painful hold on his arm, yanking him away from his hiding place, and throwing him against the opposite wall. He whined as he pulled himself away from the floor again, but his lungs disconinuted their work as soon as he saw the White Thing standing over him again.
So big.
Was it this big before?
Why did he feel so small?
He wasn't always this small, was he?
Daxter tried again to merge with the bricks as he gazed at the beast standing over him. He felt like a small animal. A cornered mouse, almost.
His predicament worsened as the thing knelt in front of him, to be closer to his level. It was croutched like it was about to pounce. But it didn't need to pounce. Daxter was right there. He'd always been right there. Cornered. Like an animal.
And this tiem he couldn't joke his way into a few seconds of freedom.
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Like he wasn't there. It's eyes were playing ticks on it. Were they?
It reached out a pale hand. To touch him. To make sure. It had to make sure...
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His eyes clamped shut as he trembloed in fear. But his body went rigid when the scalding hand came into contact with his shoulder. He didn't move as the it ventured down, then back up his arm. Didn't move as it left goosebumps across his collarbone, his whole body. He was terrified. What was it doing? Trying to find the most painful place to gorge him?
Daxter's eyes flew wide open as he felt hot breath on his ear. The thing was smelling him. Sniffing. It's breath tickled his skin and he felt his face grow hot. Nobody ever got that close to him. Nobody.
It was acting like an animal. What kind? Not sure. Dog? No. Bear? Worse. Lion? Not close enough. What was it? Don't know.
Then he realised he didn't care.
The White Thing moved around him, his chest, his hair, smelling him. Just sniffing.
Daxter tried to swallow the choking lump in his throat. They were both animals. Animals. But just the opposite. Different kinds. The worst kind of different.
Polar opposites.
The only thing they had in common was they weren't human. Not anymore. Never would be again.
Animals. And one was the predator, the other the prey.
And It was obvious who played which role.
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Long red hair. Almost like the boy's. But different.
He glared at the people working. They weren't working hard enough. Going fast enough.
He hadn't missed yet. He wasn't about to now, because of them.
"It's late." He turned to see her standing nect to him. She had the same kind of hair.
He turned back to the faceless workers without a word.
"It's been two days."
Still nothing.
"Damn it, go to bed --" Who?
"Not yet."
"What?"
"We're almost there. I can feel it."
It was her turn to be silent.
"I've never been wrong before. I won't start now."
And they waited.
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Daxter stared at the cieling. He'd moved back to the mattresses. It was better than the floor.
The White Thing was there. Still. But not the same way.
It's head lay across his stomach as it curled into itself. Sleeping.
One of it's spiked ebony horns cut into his flesh. But he didn't care. It wasn't right. But that's the way it was.
He listened to the raspy even breaths that filled the small room. He was uncomfortable. But he stayed. For it. The Thing.
He'd tried to turn into a comfortable possition. But every time he moved an unconcious claw dug into his stomach. It obviously didn't want him leaving.
So he stayed.
He wasn't sure anymore that it would kill him. But it could. It might. No, would. But later. He was safe for now. Maybe.
So familiar...
The White Thing clung to him. Like a child, almost. Scared. Alone.
They were both alone.
Outcasts.
Maybe...
No. That was a stupid idea. Stupid!
Daxter's face never changed as the thoughts came and left his mind.His eyes stayed half closed. His mouth tight around his overbite.
So deep in thought, he didn't realise he was touching it.
Running his hand lightly over the thing's shoulder. It's back.
It was right, wasn't it?
The thing he always did.
No! Not always!
He didn't do it!
Never!
Right...?
Right!
It moved. Pulled itself closer to him. Why was it sleeping? It didn't see him as a threat. Of course. Could anyone?
He took a deep breath. The spike was no longer cutting into his ribs.
He rubbed it's shoulder again. It was relaxed. It had been tense earlier. Maybe that's why...
He did it to relax it. So it wouldn't hurt him. Yeah, that was it.
But somehow, it wasn't. The equation was missing something. Something pbvious. There. That's what it was. That feeling...
So the answer was wrong. He had to find the answer. He was so close n--
Suddenly a loud growl filled his ears and the weight on him gone. Daxter looked over just in time to see the thing storm out of the room, throwing the door open so hard chips flew from the wall it hit.Suddenly a gunshot rang out in the tomb. Daxter's heart suddenly seemed to jump out of his chest and he raced to the door. He arrived there just in time to be pushed back in by a large man -- it was a man, right? -- in a red suit of armor. He wore a mask an held a large black gun. More of these machine-looking people were running just outside the door, yelling.
Monster?
Thing?
What were they saying?
Daxter couldn't quite make it out around the buzzing.
Suddenly the man pushing him back into the room put a gloved hand on his shoulder and squeezed so hard it hurt.
"Are -chzz- hur--chzt--" Daxter's brow frowned as he stared up questioningly at the person in front of him. What did they say?
"Are -chzzt- --ou h--chzz-k--t" What?
But scream suddenly shook the room. The red-man ran to the door as the blood-curtling echo seeped into their ears. Suddenly he pulled his gun to his shoulder. He was going to shoot something.
The White Thing.
Daxter couldn't stop himself as he ran to the man and pulled on his arm. "What are you doing!" he found himself shouting.
"Git-chzt--ack!" the red man shouted. His hand left the trigger momentarily as he backhanded the boy hard across the face. The next thing Daxter knew, he was lying, dizzy and in pain, on the floor as a loud crack issued behind him. He covered his ears and clamped his eyes hard. Why was this happening?
What did he do?
Why did every day end like this?
He didn't want this!
He never asked for this!
He didn't want to be here!
This stupid city!
This dirty, haggard, smelly, nasty, evil, evil, EVIL CITY!
And suddenly the most painful sence of realisation crushed the thoughts of the boy who knelt on the cold floor, cowering from the truth.
And then it all went black.
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