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: Monster2 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.
Peeta x Katniss: LiesKatniss.Peeta x Katniss: Lies3 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: Withdrawal3 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.
Jak: The Beast RevealedThe Beast RevealedJak: The Beast Revealed5 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.
Jak X: Good LuckBreathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.Jak X: Good Luck3 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 X: Enough"Keira's quite a mechanic," Sig said, admiring his car.Jak X: Enough3 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: Banishment3 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
HTTYD: Friend"-after all these years, the worst viking Berk has ever seen-"HTTYD: Friend3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Angrily he gathers up the parchment papers, crumbling them into his hands as he moves to go out the small doorway. His foot catches on the chair and he ends up sprawled on the floor; papers and pencils are brought down with him. He curses and brushes the thick locks of auburn away from his face as he drags himself up off of the ground not bothering to dust himself off. He regathers the thick papers in his arms and is out the door and into the dark blue night without another word-
"Every time you step outside disaster falls!"
It is late and there is no one up to stop him. He marches bitterly past the wooden houses, not even glancing towards his own. It is late and dark, and he is upset but knows where he is going; his steady pace never falters.
He reaches the opening of the woods and at last he stops but only for a moment, as his green eyes dart back and forth through the brush because he'd never walked thr
The Sands of Time: PrologueThe Sands of Time: Prologue3 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 2: FreakMutant.Jak 2: Freak3 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
The Sands of Time: Chapter OneThe Sands of Time: Chapter One3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"The Sands of Time"
All this feels strange and untrue,
and I won't waste a minute without you.
My bones ache, my skin feels cold.
And I'm getting so tired, and so old.
~Snow Patrol, Open Your Eyes
The Wasteland. Blistering hot. Vacant, barren apart from a sleek blue transport streaking across its sandy dunes. As the ship continued its long trek the sun rose higher in the cloudless sky.
Jak fists clenched inside the metallic restraints encasing his wrists, he resisted the urge to attempt to break them himself, knowing it would only result in being shot by the six soldiers surrounding him. Their armor might as well have been crimson for all that Jak cared.
Sitting across from him Ashelin gave him a sympathetic look. He deliberately turned the other way, fighting back guilt as her expression shifted to hurt.
He didn't want her sympathy, he didn't want anyone's sympathy. And why would he? Besides, it wasn't as if she understood what he was
Jak X: A Heart to HeartJak swallowed hard, trying to ignore the hard look Samos was giving him across the bar - of course that only made him notice it more. Precursors, what had possessed him to kiss Keira right in front of her father?Jak X: A Heart to Heart3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Well, if anything it probably had something to do with the fact he liked her. A lot.
But it had been worth it...
"Hello? Jak? Are you there?" He snapped out of his reverie at the sound of his name and turned to Keira, watching as the bright lights of The Bloody Hook reflected off of her green eyes.
"Wha- Sorry Keir. You were saying?"
She giggled and Jak marveled at the sound; it had hardly changed since their time in Sandover. "I just wanted to let you know my father can't seem to stop glaring at you." She turned her head to the side, blinking. "Or is that why you look so pale?"
"Ha ha, very funny," he told her, deadpanned.
She smiled and scrunched her nose. But they both knew the other had enjoyed their brief 'moment' earlier today. Perhaps that's why they hadn't rea
Jak 2: Need"Who are you?" I cry out, struggling to look into the darkness of my cell. "What do you want?"Jak 2: Need3 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.
waitingI sit.waiting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you don't do anything at all
except sit and stare and stand back.
I try to speak
and you answer.
But it's not the one I'm looking for.
You put me on hold
Would you just get up already?
Speak to me, what say you?
Would you make up your mind?
Because I'm tired of this game.
Tired of chasing,
having to let go.
Tired of this hope,
swelling in my chest,
only to crash and burn.
I'm so tired.
and starting all over again.
So I'm standing
and I'm talking
and I'm walking...
Right past you
as you watch and think and refuse to move.
I'm not waiting for you to make up your mind.
Because I've made mine.
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: Fanfic3 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
I.I.I.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she is small and weak
among many other unnamed things
pale skin stretched over too-narrow bones
veins paper thin.
she spreads her arms
out like a bird; weightless
except for her heart which drags her
down to the floor.
full of her fears and needs
buried by triumphs and disappointments
swallowed by short-lived happiness
but when she shuts her eyes
against the flood of doubt that consumes
everything; she can almost
+hero+The gun strapped to my leg is a sign of who I am,+hero+3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and all that I am not.
You say I am a hero
But you don't see the crimson
that stains my pale hands
when no one is looking.
Would you sing my name so
graciously if you've seen what I've done?
The people I've murdered
and the lives I've destroyed?
The families I've torn apart?
Would your voices fall flat
your applauding cease
if you saw me kill with the most practiced ease?
I am a monster.
Not a martyr.
Not a guardian.
I am not the hero you take me for.
You cannot call me a savior
after all the people I've killed
and the damage I've done.
I know what Hell is.
I know where I belong.
I've seen the corpses that litter the halls.
Their faces deformed in a last grimace of