Hmmm…well I'de love to thank every one who reviewed…wrtd and..um wrtd and also..wrtd! Who gives the 2nd best birthday presents ever! (pets her piece maker while staring lovinly at her brand new ps2) to bad my parents are attempting to play… my mom just called daxter a cat O.o I had a weird dream…Jak owned this little shop and he he was like extremely bipolar… like really meek then like tried to kill me. and clue hung around all day and made the room smoky and then eruka's little brother showed up and tried to buy adult rated material, (don't ask) and then I woke up with that song I'm buying a stair way to heaven? I think I have issues, (pets peacemaker) read and review! Oh if the words "what the HELL" cross your mind this chapter then my job is done. Authors rant over.
-Get Your Freak On- ch 20-
Clue hung back, half keeping a look out, half staying as far away from the googly eye precursor thing as possible.
Jak approached it, giving it a critical look. Why did the notion of dragging him a to a precursor temple cross Clue's mind in the first place. He didn't seem overly religious; he didn't even seem fazed by his darker side.
Jak wasn't surprised when the thing boomed to life, sprouting words of praise and throwing the word hero around. Precursor things always seemed to spring to life around him.
During its speech, he stepped onto the little dais.
"In the approaching final days, you will need every weapon at your disposal, we owe you much warrior," it boomed.
"Yeah that's great and all but…" the statue cut of Daxter's whining.
"I was talking to the tall one, shorty," it boomed with minor contempt. "As I said we owe you much and in return we offer you balance," it continued to boom.
The dais began to light up, Jak immediately regretted stepping on it, he was sick of being the hero. He told his body to move but it refused, a sudden feeling flooded his body.
Pain.
Pain flowed through his veins, enough to match the dark eco infusions he had once endured. It felt like fire shot through his veins, burning away at his flesh. Then it ebbed away, as fast as it had come. A calm decisiveness poured over him, he felt slightly removed from his body, and a little discombobulated.
Under normal circumstances, it would have been surprised or shock, but in his induced state, it came to him naturally, as if he had always known it. Like in dreams where the extremely bizarre is perfectly acceptable.
"JAK!" a furry otsel face stared down at him.
He bolted up right.
"You okay!" Clue shouted from the other side of the room at the door.
Jak looked at his hand, the bloody scabs on his knuckles from his encounter with a wall where gone. He peeled the bandage off his shoulder in a bit of a panic. It looked like the wound had never been there, not even a scar.
He ran a hand through his hair, vaguely noticing the cut on his forehead was gone, "…I'm good," and for once, he wasn't lying.
It was also the understatement of the year. It took him a moment to notice the two constants in his life where gone. The pulsing ache that his body dealt with day in and day out was gone. Just gone, it was like the Dark eco was very far away. He ran his fingers through his short hair again. After all those years of wishing, his migraine was finally gone. Not just feeling better; gone.
Besides being a little light headed, he felt great. He kept his revelations to himself.
"You sure buddy, cause you where kind of, blue and floaty and bright… that can't be healthy." The otsel told him, watching him stand up.
"Okay Clue, what the hell is going on" He said coldly still facing the precursor idol.
"Yeah!" Daxter yelled, taking Jak's side, "you broke us in, you can break us out!"
Jak, groaned, that wasn't exactly what he was talking about. He could just strangle Daxter sometimes. Surprisingly, he wasn't too angry.
"That way," Clue turned towards them, still staying in the doorway. He pointed to a doorway to their left
"Come on Jak! That way Ho!" Daxter said marching off toward the door.
Jak wasn't sure why he was so eager to leave this place now, but he was, maybe it was the itching feeling that this was only the beginning of something bigger. He was quite sick of being hero, even if had great benefits.
He quickly caught up with the otsel and passed through the doorway.
Clue followed Jak hesitantly, slowly walking half way into the room. Unlike his blonde companion, Dax hung back by the door. He was curios as to what was bothering Clue so much.
Clue watched the shining blue eyes of the idol dim and blink out, only after that did he deem it safe to pass.
He sighed and stared up at thing, "fear is the mind killer…" he said. Dax stared at him, wondering who he was talking to. The wastelander sighed, and head for the door, it happened to take him one step closer to the mosquito like soothsayer of doom. It boomed to life in a horrible angry way.
"Shit…"
"YOU" it boomed, enveloping the dark haired man the same bright light that had shined down on Jak. "You dare show your face here traitor!" as it roared, clue's limbs snapped together like a great hand was attempting to squeeze him to death.
"Who freed you!" Dax watched the wastelander's gloved hands convulse at his sides, "WHO FREED YOU!" it rumbled again.
A hiss of pain was the only answer it got from the floating victim before it. Clue chocked as he felt his body being constricted tighter.
"I …" he choked again, this time on the blood forcing its way out of his mouth, "I…I don't…KNOW!" he screamed the last word as the large precursor relic's power ripped through him again.
"LIES!" it boomed.
Clues head snapped back, blood splattered on the floor below and behind him. Daxter started to back away, "JAK!" he yelled in the general direction his friend had gone in, still backing away slowly.
Clue could feel it flipping through his head like a magazine in the dentist office. In the confines of his own mind, he screamed at it, cursed it, and wished it to every fiery ring of hell. It thumbed through all his memories, recalling all the dark, the agonizing memories he had never wanted to think of again. Each one was clearly brought to mind. War, Death, Failure, and worst of all the sounds of a breaking heart.
No one did this to him. No one.
Dax watched with growing distress as smoke started to drift away from his black gloves. Clue started working his fists in and out, and suddenly his eyes flew open.
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"
The thing dropped him, face first on the marble floor. Clue's eyes still glowed a dim blue. He lied still for a moment then struggled to get his legs back underneath him. He finally ended up on his knees, bent forward, his head barley inches from the ground and bleeding profusely. He spat the acrid tasting blood in his mouth. He watched the small spattering drops form patterns, for a moment not quite sure where he was.
"Unfortunately," the idol rumbled unhappily.
The unmistakable voice of the oracle snapped him out of his blood spatter reverie, he sat himself up, still kneeling, arms crossed over his chest. He slowly rocked him self back and forth.
"You still have purpose," the precursor artifact sounded ever so slightly disappointed, "You have passed…remember who you serve, traitor."
" I serve… no one," he growled under his breath with fierce determination.
The entity inside the statue retreated, Clue began to laugh. Dax stared, Clue was cracked. He just kneeled there, staring at his hands laughing. Blood slowly seeped from his eyes, red streaks decorating his face where the drops had rolled down his face. He spat out another glob of crimson; his nose and ears had not been spared either. But he continued laugh, removing his hands from his shoulders and holding them in front of him, he suddenly opened his fists.
Dax stared.
The cloth of the gloves had been completely burned through in the palms, revealing delicately scaled blue hands. Each finger tipped with a filed black nail.
"What purpose…could I possibly have…." He clenched his talons back to his Chest, "If I don't even no what the fuck I am!"
He collapsed over onto his side, leaving a very confused otsel in his wake.