The Six secrets of Jak. Jak get a bonus cause he is the hero!
1. I have commitment issues.
That first kiss told me everything I ever needed to know. Those green eyes were all I needed to stay grounded. And that milky, silk skin was all I needed to feel to know that I was alive. I always knew I would only love Kierra. I knew that well. But after that one night of passion, I realized how uncomfortable sharing the warmth of a clean fluffy bed was. I spent too much time alone. Too much time being a killer, to be here right now. I spent too much time on the road; never looking back, to come home to a meal every night. I spent too much time fighting back literal demons to let my body act on impulse and hold the girl and against the wall and press my lips to hers.
I liked the thrill of adventure too much to not think about it. Like a bad case of indigestion, thoughts of excitement and adrenaline bubbled up and begged to be heard. It whispered to me, what I already knew, but wanted to ignore me: four walls aren't enough to hold me. I often stare at her as she sleeps. Watching her breathe and move carefully remembering each muscle tense. What a faith it is to hate the person you cannot live without. Such is the life of a caged bird. A part of me wishes she'd let me run off to Spargus. But truth be told, I would grow weary of sitting on a throne too.
But that's life when you have commitment issues.
2. Two words: adrenaline junkie
it's so obvious, but it always have been this way. As a child I would drive off cliffs for kicks. I couldn't sit still. Maybe it was that Spargus blood, but I always loved danger. Once, as a kid I decided that my life was dull. So dull I needed something that would make me feel alive. What I picked was cliff diving. Yes. A cliff dive- at night and by myself. I planned out every detail, but did I remember that the moon made whirlpools something fierce this time of the year? No. It was a fight, but after a while and a lot of swallowed sea water I managed to drag my battered body on the sandy beach and turn over. I laid there breathless and rethought my event. Reliving my excitement when I realized I got a kick out of the rush. That not only did I want adventure I thrived on it. For then on out-I would have a habit for attaching trouble. Had I known what that trouble landed me, I'd say my ass in bed that day we went to Misty Island.
3. I picked up knitting as a hobby
Yeah, yeah. Big fucking deal. It calms my nerves alright? You wouldn't want a guy like me antsy and angry right? Good. Now moving on.
4. I don't know how to feel about my murder victims.
I nightmare every night. Every. Night. Some aren't bad and I roll over. Some make Kierra shake me awake and she will hold me till I stop shaking. And there are those I only tell Daxter about. Those are the ones where I remember the faces of the people I killed, both good and bad. Some deserved to die, others were caught in a cross fire- but all of their faces were cold and lifeless. Then I can see my body enjoying the corpses. I think its dark since he is the evil on and when I try to fight him back he doesn't go. I think its light, but he doesn't fade. I finally realize it's me. Just me. And I wake up in fear and confusion. Because I am afraid I enjoy becoming that monster. I am scared that I enjoy slicing flesh. I am horrified that dark isn't the monster- I am.
5. My priced position is my father's journal.
Damas left a detailed journal of his life that I read every night. It talks about the family I never had. The life I will be able to never live. (Think about that shit!) It shows how beautiful my mother was and how she came to love my father. How heroic my father was. His fall from glory and stops just before his death. I think he had a feeling I was his son, just like it felt like I always knew Damas. I memorized every line of the journal yet I read it every night. For my 22nd birthday last year, Kierra presented me with my own journal. It sits blank, because I never been a writer although I absolutely loved the gift. Maybe one day the great Mar will use the journal better than Jak can.
6. There is not one person who knows everything.
Daxter- my best friend knows a lot about me. Even things I wish he didn't know. He knows how I act, my struggles, my pet peeves, and a lot of stuff. Kierra has my heart, but I haven't told either of them everything. We never talked about how my life was in prison. I never told him about I looked up to him. And what's even crazier is my decade long lie. I pretend to me older than what I am. My 22nd birthday last year was really my 20th. Puberty was good to me, what can I say? Plus I can't let Daxter know he is older than me.
(A/N. I got plenty of reviews and Pms and I realized this fic. was pretty much my best. I am going to not make this a one-shot, and do all the characters to the best of my ability. Enjoy!)