Well it's the day after x-mass…Boxing Day right? Well my parents have confiscated prince of Persia and are now attempting to play it….-snicker- but in the time it took to write this I think they've gotten better..

Clue: -feet up on monitor playing Zelda on GBA- Die you damn pickachu! I hate you!

-blink blink- 0.O I thought you were playing Zelda?

Clue: that's just what I want you to think!

-Pushes feet of computer- your hopeless! Enjoy the chapter but don't hurt me….the ending is just better this way

--hearts and prayers going out to the tsunami victims and they're families in south asai. the death tolls are up to 13000....Godess save and bless us all, we're going to need it.--

---Get Your Freak on--- ch. 9

Jak's dune buggy roared over the sand, he stared out at the horizon; desert stretched for miles in every direction as far as he could see. The first vehicles dust trail burned towards the horizon.

Seeing no better way to go in the unknown landscape, he followed his rival.

'Oh hell yes' Jak thought as he careened over a dune with a triumphant yell. The buggy landed heavily jolting him forward, Dax rolled onto the floor. He nailed the accelerator and the vehicle leaped forward after the opposition.

"Haven't these waste lander people ever heard of shocks!" Dax shouted over the engine as he climbed back on to the seat.

The wind suddenly picked up wiping the sand into his face and eyes. He pulled down his goggles, quickly fixing his small dilemma.

Something glinted blindingly on the flat expanse of sand as the sun hit what ever it was just right, he watched the other vehicle swerve towards it, what ever it was it obviously didn't belong in the sand.

The other vehicle came to an abrupt and complete stop; three brown and heavily armored buggies came barreling over a ridge. The large double barrel turret on top of the machine burst to life shooting a multitude of yellow gunfire. The advancing machines swerved but one couldn't escape in time and burst into a ball of flame; crashing into its companion and exploding on impact. A few figures ran from the vehicles.

Jak thundered past the attacking dune buggy and surged toward the glinty shiny object. The gun turret swung suddenly toward him, as if the shooter had been surprised by his appearance.

"Take the wheel Dax!" Jak yelled as he grabbed the sides of the roll cage and leaned his top half out over the sand.

Dax leaped on to the steering wheel and held it steady; suddenly the first shots from the other dune buggy's fire reached them. "JAAAAAAAK!" Daxter screamed as he jumped in fear, causing the wheel to spin, subsequently dodging the next shot.

"Hold it steady!" Jak yelled angrily as he reached out both hands toward a piece of ugly twisted metal sticking out of the ground. The artifact smacked into his hands with an unexpected force, he wrenched it towards his chest.

He hauled himself back into the pilot's seat, threw Dax and the artifact into the other seat and took the wheel.

The sand explode all around them as yellow projectiles ricochet past them missing by inches.

"Buckle up for safety" Jak yelled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He wiped the machine around; fish tailed and faced his foe.

"Oh God." Dax said softly griping the seat, "He's gona do something CRAAAAAAAAAZY!" He screamed as the car took of again with a whip lash worthy force. Jak grinned evilly as he rushed the shooting turret.

He swerved left then right in rhythm as the double barrels took turns firing, the shooter then swiveled the barrels back and forth at random hoping that with a wider spread of the shots that one of them would hit. Jak slammed his fist down on what he believed to be a trigger button; he felt the wheel morph in his hands; into a 'u' shape, much like the wheel of a zoomer or an airplane. Two buttons reveled themselves on both sides of the 'u'. He brought his thumbs down on the twin buttons and brought forth a torrent of fire from the chain gun mounted above him.

Jak swerved around another shot and lined back up, he could barely hear the pining of the bullets on the other buggies siding over his own fire.

Suddenly the shots stopped coming, he could still hear them but they weren't coming, he shot a glance up at the turret; they were to close! The gun couldn't aim down low enough to reach them.

"HELL YES!" He cried as he raced toward his enemy; guns blasting.

"JAAAAAAK!!!! BRAAAAAKE!" Daxter yelled as he clenched his seat, his small paws had a death grip. Jak neared the other vehicle with a horrifying speed; Jak hit the brake only to late to prevent his kamikaze.

Suddenly the third and forgotten marauder vehicle rammed into the side of the blue machine, the armored car spun across the desert sand sending up clouds of smoke. The blue machine flew through the air straight over Jak's.

"….OOOOOTHHHHEEEEEEER FUUUU….." an infuriated scream whizzed by as the dune buggy flew.

Jak skid across the sand and spun his machinery around coming to a stop where only moments ago the other automobile had been. The blue machine bounced, rolled, and landed on its back.

Daxter opened his eyes "…We're alive?" asked amazed. The screen on the dashed flashed desperately; Daxter eyed it curiously while Jak stared his fallen prey down. Dax poked the screen experimentally; a large green dot appeared on the map, he read the swiftly flashing text.

"Jak…hey!" Daxter whacked his shoulder with a paw.

"What!"

"Metal detector…" Dax pointed at the screen, "Artifact. That way. Go." He said slowly as if talking to a very stupid child.

Jak grinned, ignoring his friend implied insult and hit the accelerator again and raced toward the next blip on the map.

The winds increased and the sand whipped around in dirt devils and the visibility became a real problem. Jak could just make out a pointed cone sticking out of the ground; again, he repeated the process of hanging out of the moving vehicle and grabbing the artifact at insanely high speeds.

He had lost sight of the blue vehicle and the ugly brown spiked and armored one. He drove calmly near a large ravine; heading towards a bridge.

Somehow, it was still insanely hot, even with the storm, the air was completely dry and the sky was bare of clouds. The leather bindings of his goggles rubbed uncomfortable across his face, he rubbed them unconsciously.

"JAAAAAAAAK!"

Jak looked up in time to see the blue vehicle tearing over a dune straight at him. Jak fish tailed around and gunned it. The other dune buggy was at least twice his size and kamikazzing his way.

He hit a large bump and the machine came to a complete and sudden stop. He hit the accelerator; he could hear the back wheels spinning.

"We're on a rock!" Dax yelled from the back end of the buggy.

Jak looked down into the ravine, which was far to close for comfort. He swiveled his head and watched the oncoming vehicle come barreling towards him.

"Oh shit." Jak said very softly as he braced for impact.

Metal grinded against metal as the two machines collided, Jak felt himself flip upside down; he griped the roll cage bars with a death grip. He couldn't tell up from down if his life depended on it. He could hear Daxter screaming. He felt like he fell for an eternity.

A sudden impact racked his body. His whole body flew forward, his head cracked against the dash before he was thrown back violently into his seat.

He grabbed his head and half groaned half screamed. He felt water trickling into the cab.

Daxter clambered back onto the seat and groaned, "I have no idea why I hang around with you," he turned to his friend who was gritting his teeth and holding his forehead, blood trickled over one lens of his goggles.

"You gona make it buddy?" he asked sincerely. Jak shook his head in a very dog like way and nodded.

He watched the pretty colored splotches dance across his vision, "Dax…you ever get that feeling you just lost half your brain cells?" he asked a little groggily.

"Yeah all the time after receiving SEVERE HEAD TRAMA FROM YOUR DRIVING!" Dax yelled.

Jak chuckled and watched the last splotch twinkle out of existence. He slowly rolled the car out of the river and climbed up a steep embankment.

Sand whipped though the air in thick clouds like some kind of demon possessed it.

He peered down at his map screen through his red tinted lenses. He spotted a blip near Kleiver's entrance, perfect. He'd nab that and book it back.

Jak took off toward his destination with the reckless speeds, head trauma or no; it was what he did best.

Jak did the best he could to drive a straight line but the wind was ferocious and blew him this way and that, he approached where the blip indicated. Up ahead he spotted the blue and gray steel vehicle racing toward his artifact.

"I'm really starting to hat this guy," Jak growled trough gritted teeth. He surged through the wiping sand and gained some distance.

It was no use and he watched though the sand as a figure leaned out the driver's side and scooped up the small twisted piece of metal.

Jak looked around at his dash frantically, there had to be something he could do; he was completely pissed.

The button marked 'turbo' caught his eye. He slammed his fist down on it and heard the loud drone of the engines charging up for the needed burst of speed.

Jak was forced into the back of his seat as the engine propelled them like a rocket toward the rear end of the other machine.

Jak's front end smashed into the others back end, his burst of speed suddenly ended, black smoke spluttered out of the engine but he kept moving. He watched as red flare ignite out of the back of the engine in front of him as it roared ahead.

"Damn!" Jak slammed his fist on the dash as he charged the large mechanical doors. He fishtailed into the garage avoiding the other guy and braked.

Kleiver dashed toward him, "you get any?" he asked gruffly, his yellow slug mustache bouncing unhappily.

"Two," he muttered angrily, he was completely bull shited. He never lost. Though he didn't really lose…this fact was to completely lost to him. His head hurt and he was pissed.

Jak jumped out of the dune buggy straight up through the roll cage. Kleiver was busy fitting his large girth far enough into the vehicle to retrieve the artifacts.

Jak; wet from the knees down, marched off toward the blue dune buggy parked opposite of him. As he reached the vehicle he couldn't see any one in or near it, he clenched his fist.

The distinct sound of a Zippo was heard above him up on the roll cage.