Jak 2: MonsterYou can feel it, gnawing slowly at your bones, condensing in your blood. You are a creature born and bred of pain, fuelled by rage and dark eco. You can feel it growing, growing until you burst, until you are going to explode. You try to fight it but resistance is futile, so you succumb to the hate and the anger and the fear, becoming one with the dark eco flowing through your veins.Jak 2: Monster4 years ago in Horror More Like This
The transformation is the easy part—you know when to expect it and what it entails.
It takes control of everything, paralyzing your body with pain and the three most painful words of your entire existence: I own you. It is what forcefully pushes crooked, edged horns through the thick skin of your forehead, no matter how hard you push at them with your palms. It is the substance which sharpens your teeth into gnarled, pointed fangs, sharp enough to tear through bones. It is the force which draws out your fingernails into long, onyx claws made specifically for slicing through organic flesh.
Jak: The Beast RevealedThe Beast RevealedJak: The Beast Revealed7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You want what?
Keira crossed her arms and stuck her lip out defiantly.
I want to see your dark side. she repeated, her voice and gaze even as she stared at Jak, who stood in the doorway of his room, struck speechless.
The hero blinked and shook his head, as if testing if he was awake, before focusing on her face again. After another moment of staring, Jak turned away, busying his hands with shucking his racing jacket.
Keira, its Its not a good idea. he said over his shoulder, avoiding her eyes. You got no idea what its like.
Thats why I have to see it!
Her sudden vehemence caused his head to snap up and his eyes to lock on hers.
Jak, thats exactly it, I dont understand. she explained in a softer tone as she stepped towards him, suddenly feeling like she was trying to gentle some skittish beast that might bolt at any wrong movement.
Peeta x Katniss: LiesKatniss.Peeta x Katniss: Lies4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I can feel my hand reaching, stretching towards her through the haze of drugs in my system; she's not even in the room yet, just standing outside, a sheet of glass separates us. My mind is clouded by frustration and fear and confusion, but through it all I know that I want so much to touch her face, to feel her warmth under my skin again.
I forgot what she feels like.
Katniss. I love you.
A harsh laugh yanks me from my thoughts. No you don't! She's a traitor! A venomous voice- belonging to the source of sick laughter -spits out at me. How could you ever love anyone like her?
Wha- What are you talking about?
I swallow hard, and forget about the Capitol, forget about the Hunger Games, even forget about Katniss as the voice returns, louder than before. With a jolt I recognize it as my own - it was my voice full of hatred and rage, so twisted and dark and cruel.
She has betrayed you. She's a traitor.
I shake my head denying th
Jak 2: WithdrawalStop it.Jak 2: Withdrawal4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You can feel it crawling underneath your skin, climbing up and up and until your arms arms are throbbing and your veins are pulsing, desiring something more than the blood that runs through them.
Please, go away.
Something is weighing you down in the middle, and it hurts, like someone is driving a dagger into your lower stomach. Your back arches and you bite your tongue to keep from crying out in pain.
You try to roll over and reach for the small vial of dark eco you keep for instances like these, but your hand convulses and you can't wrap your fingers around the small glass container. You curse, and somehow manage to grab it the second time.
Addictions. Cravings. Wants. Needs.
It all comes crashing down on you and you hate yourself for it, for being weak, for being unable to stop this thing from eating you apart from the inside. You hate how your body almost seems to relax as the dark eco absorbs into your system.
The Unwound Future: Fanfic"Hello. We haven't seen each other in a while, have we? But I suppose that's my fault. Too many puzzles and cases, so little time."The Unwound Future: Fanfic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"But I brought you flowers." A bouquet of pink roses are clenched tightly in his hands, his fingers are shaking from the force of which he is holding them. The thorns are sharp, like small daggers tearing through his skin; he doesn't feel the pain. Crimson blood drips from his fingers, onto the pure, white snow at his feet. "They're roses, your favorite." With a tight jaw he sets them down. His blood is beginning to stain the flowers, its dark, rich pigment spreading across the pink petals.
It's quiet again. Removing his hat with trembling fingers he musters up the courage to continue.
"I think of you all the time you know. Some days more than others." He chuckles softly; his breath comes out as a white mist. "I heard a bird chirping today. It was a cardinal, I think. Reminded me of when we decorated the apartment for the holidays, and you sang alon
Jak 2: Need"Who are you?" I cry out, struggling to look into the darkness of my cell. "What do you want?"Jak 2: Need4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Something someone? snarls back at me.
You know who I am.
"No," I choke out. "I don't." I pray for something, anything to make this voice in the back of my head stop. "Who are you?"
The voice, so familiar but oh so foreign chuckles.
Who are you?
"I-I don't know anymore." The words are so honest they hurt - ten times worse than the beatings, a hundred times more than the injections. Tears sting at my eyes and I angrily wipe them away. It was like a game: don't show them your weakness. Even if I don't know who "them" is.
What do you mean, you don't know?
I can feel this, this things breath as it breathes on me. I spin around, trying to locate it but only manage to trip, whether from injury or fatigue I'm not sure. My head is reeling, and pain shoots up my side. Clutching my legs against my chest I don't even bother to stand back up again.
Jak X: Good LuckBreathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.Jak X: Good Luck5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Forcing himself to take a series of deep breaths Jak narrowed his concentration on winning; he knew if he didn't they would all die. No words left his lips, not that he talked much to begin with. Even Daxter was silent, aside for an occasional comment or two; the ottsel had been hit the hardest from the poison, his smaller body had been a much more vulnerable to the lethal substance than Jak's or the others.
That was why Jak had to win. If he didn't they would never get the antidote and they would have no chance in surviving. Their lives were like an hourglass, and each second the sand got closer and closer to running out.
Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.
Jak wasn't going to let that sand run out.
Daxter gently nudged the side of his head, nodding towards a certain aqua haired mechanic on the other side of the garage. "Well?" the ottsel muttered quietly. "This could be the last chance you'll ever have
Jak 2: FreakMutant.Jak 2: Freak5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They're all just words. But they hurt. Time seems to slow, and they're all you can hear. They echo in your ears, dragging you under the surface, drowning you. You can't find your way back to shore.
But you can't stop hearing them. They echo in your head, pulling you closer and closer to the darkness threatening to over take you. Like a faint ringing in your ears, so quiet you can barely hear it, but do, just the same.
And the words seem to snake their way around your throat, and are strangling you, crushing the life right from you. All you can do is gasp for air. And all the while time is still slowing, and the words are all you hear.
Make them stop. Block them out, just block them out. Words. Only words.
Block, block, block.
You're good at that.
Empty, empty, empty. That's all you feel.
That's all you ever feel. Empty.
Like you're hollow. Like those vile words took out you
Jak and Daxter: To Build A HomeThis is a place where I don't feel alone.Jak and Daxter: To Build A Home3 years ago in Drama More Like This
This is a place where I feel at home.
He's always reaching for something that's never there.
When they grab him by the waist to drag him from his cell and to the chair and he's crying out, mouth opening and closing soundlessly, he throws out his hands in the hope that another smaller, rounder, furrier pair will catch them and squeeze them comfortingly - but they don't.
As they buckle the straps on much too tightly and he's struggling frantically in their grasp because he's doesn't want to spend another day, another second in this place, he prays that there will be someone on his side there, someone to unlock the cuffs and lead him out of the windowless room and back to the outside world where he can finally see the stars again - but there is no one.
And finally when the eco begins to flood his system and he's screaming, sobbing until hi
The Sands of Time: PrologueThe Sands of Time: Prologue5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"The Sands of Time"
I've heard legends of that person.
How he plunged into enemy territory.
How he saved his homeland.
I've heard legends of that person
of how he traveled the breadth of the land,
reducing all he touched to rubble.
I've heard legends of that person
I've heard legends of that person.
Revered by many - I too revere him.
Feared by many - I too fear him.
Now that person
stands at my side.
Very slowly and tentatively the youth crouched to pick up his goggles that had fallen to the ground sometime in the night. He closed his fingers around the worn leather, only to gasp out in pain and quickly let go as his muscles tightened and his hand jerked uncontrollably. Without a moment's pause he glanced up, fearing his outburst had woken the dormant ottsel.
No - Daxter hadn't moved at all. Sleeping steadily his dangling ears twitched occasionally; a survival trait picked up from too much time spe
Jak X: Enough"Keira's quite a mechanic," Sig said, admiring his car.Jak X: Enough5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Always has been," Jak replied, lounging on one of the chairs in the garage. Daxter sat on his shoulder, sipping at a beer. It wouldn't be long now before he'd be smashed for the night.
"Still, for someone her age, it's amazing. I'll be damned if you could find someone better."
Jak nodded, smiling; his face blanched once Daxter laughed and spoke. "You don't have to tell Jak twice, ain't that right buddy?" His voice was was faintly slurred; he swayed ever so bit on top of the blonde's shoulder. He took another swig of beer.
Sig cocked an eyebrow at Jak, who's face had become the slightest shade of pink.
"Very funny Dax. And I think you've had enough to drink." The youth snatched the beer out of his friend's paw, ignoring his protests. Sig watched in amusement.
"What? Aw, c'mon! It's not like old Siggy doesn't know!"
Jak fixed the slightly tipsy ottsel with a glare.
"Know what, Chilli Pepper?" Sig asked, enjoying watching Jak squirm
Jak 3: Banishment"For heedless acts and crime against the city, you are hereby banished to the Wasteland, for life."Jak 3: Banishment5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Thank you, oh Grand Council Members for your wise words of wisdom and bull-shittery.
You know, it's funny that no matter how many times I repeat those words in my head they still manage to piss the hell out of me.
Heedless acts? Oh wait, do you mean saving your pathetic asses from the psychotic Metalheads?
Crimes against the city? How about getting rid of that bastard, Praxis and killing the Mar damned Metalhead leader myself, with my own two freaking hands?
No? Guess not.
I let out a deep breath, attempting to calm my nerves before I go Dark and kill everyone on this freaking transport - besides Ashelin, it's not like it's her fault I'm banished. Although if I was Governess of Haven
City I'd have gotten rid of the Council a while ago. Just saying.
But if I do decide to go on a killing spree, I'll save Count Veger for last and make sure his death is slow. And painful. And full