Finally, Jak forced himself back under control. He very rarely lost it like this, and always felt ashamed when he did. He forced his fingers straight, ignoring the trickles of blood that ran down them from the cuts he made into his flesh with his own sharp nails. He took deep, soothing breaths in through his nose, and let them out through his mouth. Slowly, the dragons around him calmed, and then dissapeared, as he used sheer force of will to calm himself.
Roo slowly came up beside him, not really touching, but letting her presence there be enough.
"I'm sorry R..."
His spine went stiff, as did Roo's. Both of their gazes flashed down the path Juun had taken, that one thought sending spikes of cold into their very hearts.
Death
"She better not!" Jak hissed and was off, bolting as fast as his new legs would take him, Roo struggling to keep up with her older brother. The rain and wind whipped at them, nearly blinding their squinted eyes, soaked white hair plastered to their faces and head.
Jak was quite a bit ahead of Roo by the time they were halfway close to Juun, arms and legs pumping almost wildly, white tunic and pants practically translucent at this point from all the water that sloshed off of them. He nearly slipped more times than he could count, but absolutely refused to stop.
He wasn't going to let her kill herself, not after something so stupid as this.
He wasn't going to let it happen!!
Jak nearly missed the alley opening in which Juun was huddled, and literally went down. He stopped, but both legs flung out to the side of him and he had to catch himself gruffly with both hands on the muddy ground.
It didn't even phase him.
Skittling back to his feet he dashed into the dark alley, skidding to a hault in front of Juun and basically collapsing, just happy to find her alive. Relief washed through him and he tilted his head back, trying to gasp in more air. Blood oozed rather steadily from his palms, both from the cuts he had accidently inflicted on himself, and from his fall, bits of gravel lodged in his flesh.
His legs felt like rubber, and he stayed how he had fallen, tangled into a sort of indian-style sitting. Sopping hair still hanging in his eyes, he stared at Juun as he gasped for breath. Ok Jak...now you're here, what the hell are you going to say??
His gaze quickly flicked to his lap, to his bleeding hands, brows pulling together. Shit...
He hadn't really thought of that. His chest still heaving, he thought fuzzily, wet clothing and mud sticking to him. Luckily he was pale enough it was not so noticable, aside from some strange black markings that shown through the wet fabric on his chest and arms.
Finally he forced himself to look back at her. "I..." He froze, stared, and then finished, not entirely sure what he was saying or why. "I'm sorry..."
Meanwhile, poor tired Roo was still trotting along, having given up on running. She simply wasn't as physically developed or as fit as Jak, and just couldn't keep up. She only hoped he could get to her in time! She'd cry for days if Juun killed herself!!
