Rules of the Game: Loser-.-.-.-.-Rules of the Game: Loser in Scraps More Like This
Those few quiet moments before the race were made for preparation. Jak crossed his arms over his chest, eyes dull.
"Can I count on you to win the race for us?"
Her face grew bitter, full mouth thinning. Like he was stupid to ask a question like that.
"Jak, there's no guarantee-"
"I won't win this time." His tone left no room for argument. "I need you to save this one for us."
"What the hell do you mean?"
He gave no answer.
He was driving like a bat out of hell.
"So frantic, Jak!" The voice filtered in on their personal mic, crisp and silky- pointedly delicate even as the red car tore in beside them with a vicious swerve.
Their tormentor was obvious. Daxter prayed to whatever deities favored life above death that Jak would just let it go- that whatever happened last night would NOT be enough to coax his pal off the track and into something that would definitely spell taps for them both. But Jak's thick knuckles were already pasty and cold on the wheel,
Just Another Mission- Chp 26-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-Just Another Mission- Chp 26 in General Fiction More Like This
Just Another Mission, chapter 25. Keira's POV.
His Deepest Condolences
Doors reeled in halfway, grungy air wafting in the sounds of choking zoomers and idle chatter. The pale, waning blue of the sky just visible around the lumbering racing coliseum.
Just another day at the garage. I knew someone was scheduled for an appointment, but my eyes had glanced off the name.
I know it's bad for business, but I've been ignoring a lot of things like that lately- taking them at the moments value, because I've been feeling so tired. Drained before I even get to work, caught up with all the horrible things that've been going on. They stick with me a little too much. Dax getting… getting so hurt and all, it's really torn us up.
Tess was hysterical for a week. Nothing could calm her down, and she wanted to be with me every second. But…Jak isn't even staying with me most nights, and even when he does, he's always silent. Slipping in and out of every room like a ghost
All About the Arse-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-All About the Arse in General Fiction More Like This
All About the Ass
Far underground, a light flickered off.
The marauding figure, who had switched it on but a second before, noted the dense popping sound with an annoyed expression, and continued walking in darkness. He stopped a moment later, however- ears perking at a heavy thudding, as though the sudden darkness was some cue. A single oval of bright, steady light screeched around the corner, suspended by what he knew innately was several hundred pounds of pure muscle and metal.
The man readied his gun, slinging it into his arms as the Metalhead barreled toward him through the water. The buttery yellow glow of its gem glazed the scratched pipes in a dull halo, and the thing gave a gravelly snarl, lunging at him.
He countered, sloughing it to the side with a practiced heave of his gun. It hit the pipes with a deep, gong-like rattle. It whipped mindlessly and tried once more, the prey's eyes following its sounds through the darkness and all-too ready whe