Promises

~*In case this story seems familiar, you’ve probably read it on fanfiction.com in the past, under my name Tsjusme; it was an account I removed some time ago. I’ve decided to repost it here and continue it where I left off, and at the same time expand upon some of the more explicit scenes. So this story is not stolen, but just a repost under a new author name.*~

This is based on an image that popped into my head while listening to Evanescence one day…it was Daxter, standing alone on a rooftop in Haven City and gazing at the night sky as a soft rain fell around him and as "Taking over Me" continued to play, that thought developed into the story you will soon read.

It takes place within the two years that Jak is in prison and Daxter is looking for him. I have decided to make this story from Dax's point of view and show a side of him that we never see…the other, serious side that worries about Jak and is determined to stop at nothing, even death, to find him. Yes, Daxter is OoC from the game but as this is a fanfiction and my story, I have a right to be creative lol. Also, as I wrote this story before the game “Daxter” came out, the events from said game do not exist in this universe.

Anyway, I'm done rambling….on to the story, and I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Thunder rumbles in the sky as an acid rain begins to fall. I can feel its sting penetrate my fur as I run, desperately looking for some sort of shelter. Darting around the feet of countless Haven residents, I once again wonder why they can't feel the rain like I can. Of course the people here are about as lively as rocks, but I really can't blame them. The Krimzon Guard follow a leader whose twisted sense of judgment has crushed many an underground rebellion and not a day goes by that I don't see another poor soul dragged off to Haven City Prison…

…they should call it Hell for what its victims are forced to endure…and to think that you are trapped within its walls is more than I can bear…

I spot a dark entrance to my right and dart in as the rain picks up speed. I can always find some sort of shelter in the nearly deserted alleyways threading through the city; a tangled web of broken pavement and cluttered piles of rubbish.

Tonight was no different; I immediately spy a small, insignificant niche in the broken stone of a shabby building and duck inside just as the rain increases to a deafening downpour.

Scrambling back as far as I can, I curl into a damp little ball and shiver with the cold…and a sickening feeling blossoms in the pit of my stomach as my thoughts return to you…



He's lost to you…how can you still believe that you'll ever find him?



There it was; that voice within my head again. I shudder, not knowing if it is from the rain or my own fear. After all this time; after the countless hours dragging into months as I search…always in vain….What if I can't find you?

I never really sleep anymore; a result of living a harsh, unforgiving existence on the streets of Haven City. To its citizens, I am nothing more than a disease-ridden pest that needs to be disposed of; a moving target for the Krimzon Guard to practice on. Luckily for me they are terrible shots. I trust no one and steal what little food I can to survive. Life has taken a severe toll on both my mind and body. My once shiny fur has dulled to a rusted orange and I can feel my all-too-prominent ribcage whenever I rest a tired paw on my chest…

…But my suffering is nothing…nothing compared to the horrors that I fear you have endured…and may endure still…since they took you away from me….

I close my eyes and the terrible memory returns to me. Like a coward, I ran from you and hid. Ran and hid like the vermin so many believe me to be…then turned when I was out of danger and stared at your bright blue eyes…wide with fear as you searched for me among the crowded streets…searched in vain before you fell into the hands of the enemy…

I clench my teeth against the cold and my guilt…if only I had still been human…. I'm so, so sorry, buddy…and I pray that one day you'll find it in your heart to forgive me for leaving your side…

I can't stop the dreams, but I really don't want to. Dreams made of memories from before; when we were young and still blind to the ways of the world. Warm summer nights spent gazing at the stars, blending into even warmer days of running and playing along the sandy shores of our beloved childhood home. I still smile whenever I call upon those memories and as long as they are kept safe within my mind you are still with me. Even if what I fear most has happened, I can hold onto these thoughts and keep going. They make me forget, at least for a moment, the harsh reality that has become my life….

When I can look back and see you….as you were before….

My shivering increases and I only realize I'm crying when the hot tears fall upon my trembling paws…I'm alone and without you….I hope you're okay wherever you are, and not….

…No. I won't think like that…..you're alive, buddy…I just know it…

"I made a promise," I whisper, clenching my fingers around the sparkling tears in my palm and staring out at the hateful, unforgiving rain, "And I'd rather die than fail you by not living up to it."

No matter how remote the possibility you are still alive, I will find you…

"I have to be with you," I breathe deep and force myself to remember the good times…I think I'd be dead by now if I didn't have you…even if it's only a memory….

The months pass and each new day is always a struggle to survive. I think the only thing that keeps me going is the possibility that it will be the last I have to spend alone. My one lead…my only lead…is Haven City Prison; headquarters of the Krimzon Guard.

I have been spending most of my time learning the pathways through the maze of pipes which serve as its ventilation system. It has also become an easy way to eavesdrop on any conversations I manage to pick up, but I never seem to learn any useful information about where they are keeping you…or more importantly, if you are even still alive. The only reward I receive for my hard work is an increasing knowledge of the prison's interior and a path which emerges through the maze of pipes; allowing me access to the highly restricted parts of the prison I couldn't otherwise obtain.

Today I continue on the path I've been navigating for the past week, a twisting turning maze of steel sheets held in place by countless metal rivets, until I reach the area I have not yet ventured into. Breathing deeply to steady my nerves, I put one hesitant paw forward and slowly, steadily I begin to creep along the slick surface and navigate around a small slotted opening, careful not to alert the guards standing below me. But I don't think they would pay much attention to any odd noises in the ventilation system as they seem more inclined to converse amongst themselves than do their duty.

" 'E was a tough 'un, but I think they've finally straightened 'im out."

I shake my head, my nose curling up in disgust at the guard's sickening laugh as he discusses some unfortunate victim's fate with his companion.

"Yeah? Must be something special about that one. Most of the Dark Eco test subjects don't last a month and he's been here…what, nearly two years?"

My body freezes as my ears perk up…can it be?

"Yup. I'll never forget the day they dragged 'im in 'ere." The guard chuckles, " 'E was a nasty bugger, an’ 'e nearly bit off the Commander's ear before they muzzled 'im."

"Errol almost killed him right then and there," his partner chimes in, "Never saw him beat someone so senseless."

I hear a touch of pity enter the guard's voice as he speaks, "But the boy never uttered a word…not even a whimper…and you've got to admire that."

The hope that has been creeping into my heart grows stronger, but I still don't have enough information to know for sure that it is you who they speak of. I can only hope that the guard will reveal more information as he takes a breath and continues the conversation.

"Eh, that's right, you 'aven't been on patrol in the Central 'ub in a while. They finally dragged a voice outta 'im a few months ago. Boy was screaming bloody murder as they pumped that nasty stuff through 'im, cursing Errol and the Baron to the furthest reaches of 'ell. I ‘eard the experiment ended nastily cause ‘e somehow broke free of ‘is restraints,” the guard drops his voice warningly and I strain my ears to catch the next string of the conversation, “And no one, save the Baron an’ Errol, who were in that room that day survived. One o’ my roommates was there when they brought out the bodies. They was all torn up and barely recognizable, as though an ‘ild animal ‘ad gotten to ‘em.”

I swallow thickly as the sickening feeling in my gut swells upward, sending bile to the back of my tongue. Is it possible that such atrocities could be committed by the gentle, loving boy I had grown up with? But this conversation is the most solid lead I’ve had in some time and I force myself to focus as the Guard continues.

“Jus’ glad the Commander was able to contain ‘im, though why they continue wid the exper’ments is beyond me,” he pauses for a moment, "Come to think of it, 'e's in there now. Another day, another test, eh?"

There it is. I have my destination and don't need to hear anymore. With a pounding heart I scamper away towards the Central Hub within the very center of the prison. But as I unsuccessfully will my churning insides to settle, I know that I really didn't want to. What have they done to you?

Have you forgotten everything that we once held so dear?

Who knows if you'd even remember me after all you've been through? I can only pray they haven't stripped you of all of your humanity…Dark Eco means serious business…I can still feel its sting since that one time I'd fallen into it…to even begin to imagine the pain of having it pumped through one's veins is impossible….

I couldn't bear it if they ripped away that….part of you….tore out your soul and crushed your memories until you knew of nothing but endless hate...

Memories….of which one is most prominent…that one time I looked into your eyes and knew you were mine… I slow my frantic pace until I halt within the dark tunnel; my consciousness reaching back to grasp the events of that day….

A day that seems so long ago…so far back I almost believe it to be a dream. But it was real…

~To be continued…Thanks for reading!~