Promises

The next few chapters will be up rather quickly as I’m really not doing much editing with them. Also wanted to note (as I seemed to have deleted part of what I had written in the intro of the first chapter) that Jak and Daxter are paired up in this story, but no bestiality will occur. (Doesn’t mean other things won’t happen to poor Jak….)
Kay, I think I got everything this time (if not, I’ll post in the intros to subsequent chapters); on with the story!



Chapter 2



(The first part is a memory and Dax’s point of view and so I have italicized it)



I sat alone on an ancient tree stump in the middle of the jungle, trying so hard to stop the flow of tears down my cheeks as I clutched my sides and bowed my head in despair. My feelings were too much for me to bear and I knew that I would never be able to have the one thing I desired most.

It had begun as a chance meeting between two young children; he and I being the same age and the only two kids in the area. A simple play date which blossomed into deep friendship and as the years passed we became inseparable. Best friends, never far apart. Until Keira joined our group, that is.

I could see the way he would look at her. Heck, I looked at her like that too. Until my conflicting emotions got the better of me and my thoughts would roam elsewhere; to other fantasies involving a certain blonde elf which made my cheeks burn with embarrassment…thoughts and fantasies that I tried so desperately to drive out of my mind. I felt ashamed to have such thoughts…ashamed and so alone…

The perfect couple. Everyone talked about it, and everyone saw them as husband and wife when they were older. Everyone except me…but because I was the only one who thought that way I came to the conclusion I must be wrong…

…So I held my feelings inside and told no one...

As the months passed, I found myself wandering repeatedly to a small clearing in the jungle where I could let my torrent of emotions out and not be ashamed of my feelings. And it was on this day that I sat there, fighting the tears that threatened to flow until I lost the battle.

"Why do I feel this way about you?" I whispered as I threw my head back and sobbed. "I…I love you Jak…so very dearly….yet I can never call you my own….because you are meant for another…"

I wiped my eyes with a shaky hand, taking in a deep breath in an attempt to calm myself. But when I lowered my hand and gazed across the clearing before me, my sadness dissolved into terror at those beautiful blue eyes, clear as day and stretched wide to their full limit with surprise and shock. I bit my lip and cringed in fear. Fear of hatred and rejection. I thought that it was the end. You would never want to be seen with me after knowing how I really felt. The friendship and trust we held would dissolve….and my fear of being left alone would be real…

But your eyes held nothing but kindness as you approached me; knelt before me and pulled me against your chest as your strong arms wrapped around me. You held me for a long time, until my sobs had subsided and with a shuddering sigh I lay my head on your shoulder.

After a moment, you drew away from me and held my hands at arms length, looking into my eyes and smiling as you gently threaded your fingers through mine, pulling me down with you upon the soft earth. I sat there, my back resting against the tree stump as you reached out and traced my cheek with one finger; a touch that made me shudder with pleasure. A soft, sweet smile played at the corners of your mouth before you leaned against me and pressed your soft lips to mine. I was startled at first, but as you closed your eyes and wound your arms around my neck I welcomed it and hugged you as close to me as I could, forgetting everything else in that passion-filled moment...



"I knew you loved me then."

Regardless of what was said or what Keira or anyone thought…you are and always will be mine…And it was now my turn to save you…for I am yours as well…

"And I know you still do."

I feel hope once again creep into my heart but I dare not let it consume me, for there is still a chance that the young prisoner is not you. Slowly I raise my forearm, my paw clenching determinedly into a fist.

"I believe in you," I whisper, lowering my eyes and looking at my fist. "And I promised..."

I sigh deeply, my emotions taking over as I see again those wide blue eyes….beautiful and clear as the warm summer days we spent together….moments before that disgusting guard butted you in the face with the rifle and you crumpled to the ground. At that moment, the fear that had made me run disappeared and I called out to you, promising you that I would find you.

"I'll never give up until I've kept that promise. NEVER."

I resume my hurried pace with determination. My destination isn't far away now, and nothing will stop me from finding out if it really is you at the end of the line.

"Nothing else matters, buddy."

I could have killed the guard with my bare hands for hurting you like that…If only I'd been human…

"I have to be with you…Even if I die in the attempt, I don't care as long as I can see your face again."

Your beautiful, innocent face. For real this time; not just within my memories and the deep reflection of my eyes whenever I gaze into a polished window or a puddle of acid rain.

I see the soft glow at the end of the tunnel which marks my destination and breathe a sigh of relief. I made it. My only hope is that I'm not too late. But it doesn't really matter; if they take you away before I can get there I will risk everything to find you because now I know for sure that there's a chance you are still alive.

I rub some of the sludge off of the dirty grate cover and peer through the slats into the Central Hub from one of the corner ventilation shafts. I've seen it several times before on my travels but never has anyone been inside the room before. My heart flutters because this time it's different. This time a figure is strapped to the evil looking device on the central platform surrounded by a seemingly bottomless pit; its walls a honeycomb of barred cell doors which stretch far into the abyss.

I often wondered if you were trapped within one of those cells, but it would have taken a lifetime to go through them all; combined with the danger of being caught before I found you or losing my grip and falling forever down that bottomless chasm.

But all excuses and thoughts are pushed aside as I lie on my back and kick at the bottom of the grate with my powerful hind legs. Here it is badly rusted and after only three kicks a few slats fall onto the wide ledge a short distance below. Quickly lowering myself down to the small platform, I turn and run down the steps cut into the area to my left. Over the pounding of my heart I hear the morbid creaking of the transport line far above which sends prisoners throughout the massive facility in temporary, portable cells. But I do not look up. No; all I see is the path ahead of me as I run towards the opposite end of the room and make a sharp left at the useless warp gate. When I am close enough I leap onto the chair and land softly; relief flooding through me as I see that it is you. You are alive…

"It's been two long years, buddy," I whisper, my voice shaking as I gaze upon your face, "And I can see that they have been hard on you."

Your hair has grown longer but is now tangled and streaked with dried blood. Your eyes are squeezed tightly shut and your once smiling lips are rough and chapped; set in a pain-filled grimace. A small goatee disrupts the once smooth line of your jaw and is a stark contrast against your pale skin, devoid of its warm bronze shade because here there is no sun. Your lanky teenage figure has also filled out and developed into a chiseled, muscular body. You've grown up…but grown up too fast….I can't find a trace of the innocence I once saw in you…

…but it doesn’t really matter, because we're together now…

"Jak," I call ever so softly, shaking one of your powerful shoulders with both of my paws.

To my dismay you don't answer…you're unconscious…I sigh and sit back on my haunches, never taking my eyes off of your face. To be with you, here at this moment is enough…I know I can't stay out in the open for long but I really didn't care. Even if they come back, I will die at your side…and I'll die happy because I've finally found you…

I reach out with my paw and gently run my fingertips down the curve of your cheek, noting with distaste a jagged scar over your right eyebrow where the gun must have cut you when you were knocked out.

How many scars do you have, buddy? What did they do to you in this God-forsaken place? Are you really able to talk now? But if you can talk…are the words filled with hate, like that guard said?

So many questions that you can't answer yet. But I will find out. Now that I know where you are I can get you out of here….somehow…but for now it's enough to just see you and let the worry and despair of the last two years fade away…

The blaring of the alarm signaling that the door to the room is opening startles me and I jump up; the moment spoiled by harsh reality. I must go, and go quickly, but I find myself pausing just long enough to brush your lips with my own, something I haven't done since the day the Dark Eco consumed and distorted my body. I know you probably won't feel it…

I race off the platform and up the steps as the double door begins to slide open. Just before I jump into the vent, I notice a stack of boxes leading to a large opening in the wall above and crack a small smile. Maybe there's another way out of this place after all.

Jumping back into the grate I pause a moment to gaze back upon your still form one more time as an escape plan begins to form in my head, then turn and rush headlong back the way I came.

I have a few things to do buddy, but I'll be back...and next time I won't leave until you're free and with me again…I promise…


~To be continued…Again, thanks for reading and reviews are always appreciated but not required!~