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 2: WithdrawalStop it.Jak 2: Withdrawal5 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 2: Need"Who are you?" I cry out, struggling to look into the darkness of my cell. "What do you want?"Jak 2: Need5 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.
Peeta x Katniss: LiesKatniss.Peeta x Katniss: Lies5 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: 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 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
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
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: 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.
The Sands of Time: Chapter OneThe Sands of Time: Chapter One5 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- PrisonerWhere am I?Jak- Prisoner4 years ago in Drama More Like This
You don't know anymore.
Don't really care.
It's just shadows, an indistinct blur.
A concept lost to you.
Minutes fade to hours, Hours to days,Days to months. No one comes for you.
Your body, Your heart, Your soul. It eats away at you.
This pain, this evil.
It consumes your world.
And yet you suffer by yourself.
You hope for relief,
Pray for someone to find you,
To let you know you're not alone.
That someone, Somewhere, Still cares for you. They've abandoned you.
Left you to die.
And there's nothing that can save you.
You're lost, Trapped, Desperate. Your friends are gone.
You feel their faces slipping away.
Fading into a distant memory.
Did you ever even have friends?
You can't remember.
All you know is torture, Darkness, Rage. The person you once were is gone.
You've lost everything that made you,
And there's nothing you can do about it.
Jak - In ReviewJak - In Review9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The door creaked open, and his head lifted from the papers on the table, green eyebrows arching at the sapphire-haired young woman on the threshold.
"Can…can I come in?" Her voice was quiet, weak. He loved it and hated it in equal measure. It had been a while, but he still remembered all too well the sting lurking under that voice, what it had done to his heart and his head in a few short words. Her voice hurt more than any of the experiments ever had.
He nodded anyway, gesturing to the empty chair across the table, and then went back to the papers he had been given to review before they were passed off to the Council. It was strange, reading about what they had done to him. Jarring, disturbing, and eerily distant. This young man in the photos and described in the reports was so different from who he was now, so much more alive, that is wasn't difficult to look at it as though it were an entirely different person he was
GuiltIt was all my fault.Guilt5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I mean, sure, maybe I couldn't have fought off all those big goons by myself. Being two feet tall and furry didn't exactly make for an amazing fighter. But I could have done other things. I could have followed them, or looked harder, or done anything besides running away like a coward. Hell, I could have even looked for Keira, and we could have figured something out together. Instead I sat on my tail and did nothing for two whole years. I let him rot in that place while I drank away my guilt and pretended to be helpless.
So when I finally found him the relief I felt at that moment was indescribable it probably shouldn't have surprised me to see how much he had changed. I should have known he wouldn't come out of this in perfect condition. Maybe I had convinced myself that everything would be okay. Maybe I thought that everything could go back to normal once he was out; we could go back to Sandover and play on the beaches, cause mischief with the neigh
waitingI sit.waiting5 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.