They were in the Wasteland when the Metalheads attacked.

"Shit." Damas grabbed his gun. Jak did the same, while Daxter scrambled up to sit on his shoulder.

They weren't the usual Wasteland Metalheads. They were too small, and traveled in a large group. Damas had trouble seeing where it ended.

"Must have migrated from the city," Jak muttered. He got into a battle stance. Damas nodded.

"Probably. Ready?"

"Um, lemme think… NO!"

"Shut-up Dax." Despite the warning in Jak's voice, he was smiling. Daxter stuck his tongue out.

"Focus you two," Damas warned. "Get ready, 'cause here they come."

The Metalheads may not have been large in size, but they were huge in numbers. Damas found that it was hard to keep track of Jak and the weasel through the overwhelming crowds. Damas heard a scream and saw Daxter gripping Jak for dear life, while he sprinted, shooting anything that moved.

"JAAAAAAAK!"

Damas noted in pride that Jak was using some of the Wasteland moves he had been taught, using a series of kicks and wild shots. He caught on fast. Still, one move wasn't going to take out all the Metalheads.

The sky slowly began to darken, but the Metalheads still fought. Night meant nothing to them.

"Crap!" Jak tossed his weapon aside and ran like hell. He was out of ammo.

"Why'd you drop your gun?!" Daxter screeched in his ear. "Jak! Look out!" A Metalhead collided with Jak, sending Daxter soaring in the air. With a squeak Daxter landed, hard.

Damas saw Jak snarl, and then transform into what he called Dark Jak. Due to his previous "encounters" with Dark Eco, this was normal. Jak's skin turned into a shade of blue, and his eyes were black, without any pupils. They were a night sky without stars. Horns grew from the side of his head, and his fingernails were long and as black as his eyes.

Damas didn't have time to marvel though. The Metalheads still weren't stopping.

With another snarl Jak took down a group of Metalheads ready to pounce. He tackled one down to the ground, then another, and another.

Slowly, as evening grew into night, the Metalheads numbers were depleting. Daxter hid, Damas shot, and Jak destroyed everything in his path.

With growl Jak took down the last Metalhead. Now that the bloodlust was gone, he transformed back to normal. Unsteady on his feet, he tripped, only to be caught by Damas.

"Thanks," Jak muttered. Damas nodded in return, and set Jak upright, supporting him with one arm. Daxter climbed out from under the car.

"I really hate Metalheads. Stupid, evil, monsters, straight from hell," he muttered, dusting himself off. Jak limped over to Daxter, and put him on his shoulder. "I just want to go home," Daxter muttered.

"What home?" Jak asked. Daxter shrugged.

"Anywhere but here. I'd even live in-LOOK OUT!"

Spinning around, Jak saw a stray Metalhead leap towards Damas. Hoping it wasn't to late, he turned into his Light Eco self. Slowing down time, he jumped in front of Damas, just as the Metalhead bared his teeth. And as it's teeth went through Jak's stomach, he found his consciousness slip, and everything went black…