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Well this is an odd chapter, I didn't plan it! I was supposed to get to spargus this chapter! And last chapter o.0 such a slow story. But I did get some action in. hehehe it would so fun to write a story about a street urchin gang in haven, I might do that. Alright remember to review, hit it clue!
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---Get your freak on--- chapter 4
Jak was not a happy camper. This was the eighth time this week he had gone out to the pumping station to clear out metal heads.
"Its been almost a year Dax, and these bastards still haven't given up," Jak grumbled irritably as he slammed another ammo cartridge into his gun.
Dax didn't get a chance to answer, because as they rounded the corner three lounging feline like metal heads came into view. Jak jumped back around the corner before he was spotted, and for once Daxter actually kept his mouth shut and didn't ruin the element of surprise.
As quickly, as he had darted back he darted forward guns blazing. Two shots connected with the sun bathing metal head before it knew what hit it. The other two were on their feet and charging before Jak could get them in his cross hairs. The first one on the left had crossed half the distance to him, he fired. The thing screeched, howled, tumbled to the ground, and rolled forward onto its self from its own speed.
The other one was almost on top of him, he placed his sights on it, and he aimed for the head. The feline creature darted left, then, to the dismay of Jak it faked right and the yellow blaster energy missed its target. Jak brought his gun up.
The beast leapt.
Jak brought the but of gun down with shattering force on the things head. The neon day glow yellow skull gem cracked. Daxter flinched at the sound.
Jak kicked the limp body as it twitched; they always twitched when he smashed the gems.
Jak didn't even bother to take trophies; he just headed for the exit. He remembered a time when more than five metal heads signaled deep shit, but not any more. He was almost to good at this. Then quietly creeping, Sandover snuck into his mind, and for once, he allowed himself to reminisce.
"So Jak, the pink one or just clear one's with those little pink umbrella's" Daxter asked loudly knocking Jak out of his thoughts.
"What?" he asked very confused about what the hell the otsel was talking about.
"Aaiii! Haven't you been listening! For Friday, you know the big fiesta," Dax started do the chicken dance on Jaks shoulder to emphasis. Jak just stared at him blankly. "Oh yeah that's right, you've forgot what those are; you know girls, booze, girls, dancing, fun? Do you remember those things buddy?"
Jak ignored him as the large shield wall doors cranked open for them. They emerged into the bustling chaos that was the streets of haven, Jak made his way toward a bright blue zoomer.
How he loved that thing, it had been his first order of business after Ashlin had taken power. Well maybe the second order of business, the first had been to get over the largest hang over he had ever encountered.
Jak pulled out his keys and jingled them happily; maybe he'd go to the racetrack instead of the stupid party.
Suddenly a small girl popped in front of him blocking him from his zoomer.
The small pink haired girl stared up at him with obstinate green eyes. A few kids appeared behind her. They made a motley crew, a couple were slumers by appearance but the others he couldn't tell.
"Told you, she was right" one of them whispered. Another made the sign against evil.
"What are ya chicken," a red head punched him.
"My mom says he's evil too," a small girl whispered.
"Mine said he worked for Krew. Who dat?" a very young boy asked.
"My Pa says…" one boy started.
"No one cares what your pa says Kipper, your pa's a drunk" the pink one said furiously still staring Jak in the eye. Jak hadn't realized he'd been staring back till then.
"What do you want," he asked very annoyed and close to anger.
"We wanna know if it's true, cause you know how parents is, they don't tell us half of nothing." She said determinedly, some how she reminded him of a very young very pink haired Torn.
"Is he evil?" one asked impatiently.
"Ssshhh that's what she's askin stupid." Another flurry of hushes waved through them.
"I know you love the zoomer Jak, but let it go, those things have it. With their little hands and those eyes. Have you looked at those eyes there to big for their heads Jak!" Dax whispered desperately, "and the little hands that pet and pull the fur, don't let them take you alive, its worse than death," he said mellow dramatically.
Jak wasn't listening; he couldn't believe he was standing there, afraid of a pink haired little girl. He knew what she was going to ask, but he couldn't answer it. He just couldn't.
So he turned around, sure, he'd never live it down, but he'd walk all the way to the naughty otsel. He heard the girl take a deep breath.
"Are…are you evil?" she asked quickly. The group of children held their breaths collectively ready for flight.
Jak stopped dead.
"AAARG!" a flying orange projectile launched at the children. Screams of terror and scrambling feet were heard as the small gang scattered.
Jak turned around to see Daxter alone in front of the zoomer flexing his non existence muscles, "I strika the fear into da heart," he said striking another pose.
" Into a group of innocent children,"
"I know your hurt buddy, but not every one has these talents," Dax babbled, Jak made his way to the zoomer and started it up. " It was the hands wasn't, its always the hands that get to best of us, I'd like to round them all up and offer them to Torn for breakfast," Dax finished jumping onto his shoulder.
"No torn please don't eat me I taste like slum water," Jak said in mock horror, trying not to laugh.
Jak pushed the little girl and her question out of his mind and took the controls of his vehicle. Bright green eyes blinked at him through his windshield.
"What the hell!" Jak shouted in surprise, he wretched the steering column hard to the right, jostling the zoomer. The girl didn't budge.
"So are you?" she asked bravely from her perch on the hood of the zoomer
"Hey little girl don't you have somewhere to be?" Dax asked agitatedly, "Why don't you bug off."
She stared at the magical talking orange rat that had attacked her earlier, "why don't you shut up, fur bag."
"Get off my zoomer," Jak growled.
"Why don't you answer my question!" she shouted back.
Jak hit the accelerator and the zoomer lurched forward a few feet and stopped suddenly throwing the small interrogator off his hood. The girl slid of the hood harmlessly and Jak punched the zoomer up into the next hover zone.
"If I knew the answer where the hell do you think I'd be!" he shouted infuriated at her. He griped the zoomer controls tightly; he felt the eco crackle over them.
With a blast of orange thrusters, the sleek blue zoomer was gone.
She was left blinking her big green eyes, confused. Grown ups never made any sense, it was an easy question.
"You okay Kaya?"
"Did he try to kill you?"
"Did he murder you?"
"Did he answer?"
"Did he tie you up?"
"Oh curse he didn't tie her up, kipper you clout!" an older blonde kid smack him upside the head.
"I'm okay," she told the group.
"Did he answer?" the read head asked
"No…" she said hesitantly.
"Well that must mean he is then," the older blonde said with certainty.
"I duno…" Kaya said stubbornly blinking her big emerald eyes.
"Whatever," the red head piped in, "the bakery just put its pie's out to cool, can you smell it," he took a big breath of polluted air. The kids perked up, started gibbering about pie and the best ways to steal it, and disappeared down the ally. Kaya was last follow.
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Alright review! What do you think do like my urchins???? And was my charterization good I felt I did a decent job. Eh?