100TC

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Welcome! What's up? This is the 100 Theme Challenge. This will include things for Pokemon, Final Fantasy(7,8,9,12), and original things. This is simply the introduction, so, yeah.
Edit: I will officially be doing Dragon Ball Z/GT!
Warning: This will actually have spoilers or JALSR, so don't read any with this in it if you don't want to be spoiled: SPL
Edit: This will also have spoilers of Next Generation. Posts that might have blood/gore will have this warning: (GORE)



Hira swung her legs back and forth as she looked at the blue sky. She sat on a tree limb, her paws resting gently on the bark. Thoughts of the past driftted through her mind. Jounai's unfortunate death, Lukus and Victor leaving, Jake leaving to help Lugia...Ceke now commanded the East Empire with Hira's help and worked with the West Empire. Even though, she hadn't seen Jake in over a year. She sighed, closing her eyes as a breeze blew past.

She missed him.

Hira jumped down from the tree, landing quietly on the ground. This was her time off, but it didn't matter. She had no one to spend time with, nothing to do.

"Hey."

Hira blinked, hearing the familiar voice. She turned her head and gasped, both in surprise and in joy. "J-Jake, you're here," she said. She ran up to him, jumping into the air. Jake caught her and hugged her tightly, a grin across his face. I have a week off, so I thought that I'd come visit," he said. "Thank you," Hira said quietly. "I...I missed you so much..."

"I know, I know," Jake said.

"I love you," Hira murmured.

This is good Thireven I hope to read more

Her black claws dug into Okin ferociously, mercilessly, tearing and ripping his flesh with such ferocity that everyone kept their distance from her. Her skin, such a pale grey that it was nearly white. Her hair, white with the faintist tint of blue. Her horns and claws, the deepest black. Her eyes, blood red, those of a killer. It was hard for any of them to believe that this was their bestest friend, their leader. Jak had watched in horror as his own daughter became what he had once been: A monster. A blood thirsty monster, wishing only to cause pain to others, to kill anything in its sights. He had come to terms with being a monster. But his daughter, his only daughter, his precious little girl..."No, not her, anyone but her!" Jak whispered harshly to himself.

She continued to hack, to claw, at Okin. Even if he was Demin leader...He didn't deserve this kind of fate. Blood splashed into the air, splattered on the ground, covered her face...It was unbelievable. Such a serious young woman, someone so caring, so willing to lay down her life at the mere sight of her friends in danger...Killing, attacking like a feral animal, like a starved beast.

"Janiel, stop!" Jak yelled. He couldn't take it. He wouldn't. He wouldn't let his daughter become a monster. Not like this! He ran forward, ignoring the yells and calls of the younger males. His legs pumped faster than ever before. Time itself seemed to slow down, but as he reached her, it sped up. Jak grabbed her arm, yanking it back. He was surprised at how strong she was...She was stronger than him. Even so, he kept his grip tight, pulling back on her arm as she turned to look at him, eyes narrowed, sharp teeth flashing.

"Janiel, please," he said; pleaded. She pulled her arm free and spun around, a punch connecting with Jak's stomach and sending him flying backwards. A grin appeared on Janiel's face; her claws flashed, her arm muscles twitched, her eyes darted back to Okin. The Demin was mostly dead--only slightly, barely visible breathing indicated that he was still alive. She turned to him, claws spreading out, eyes focusing on the one area that would deliver him a quick death.

His chest. His heart.

"No." Jak chocked out the word, waves of pain shooting through his body. It was too late. She was too far gone. She raised her arm before striking, her arm sailing downwards and plunging into his chest. Blood spurtted into the air, and nearly everyone looked away. Everyone except for Jak and Damon.

"Dark," Damon muttered to himself.



Janiel was exhausted. She was covered in blood--no, she was soaked in it. Her breaths came short, and yet seemed heavy and deep. Her vision wavered, and her muscles twitched. She collasped to the ground, her heart beating fast, her breaths beginning to quaver. "Janiel," Damon said softly, dashing forward. He let himself fall, and his knees slid across the floor as he neared Janiel. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, watching carefully as she looked up at him, looked deep into his eyes, so deep that Damon himself felt like he would collaspe into her eyes and her into his. She leaned forward, laying her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tenderly. "Are you okay?" He asked quietly. Janiel was able to speak, but as he felt her move her arms and wrap them around his waist, he knew that she was.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered breathlessly, tears coming to her eyes. Damon pulled her slightly closer, resting his head on hers, stroking her hair gently with his right hand. "Don't say that," he said, watching as she pulled away from him slightly so that she could look him in the eyes. "It wasn't your fault. Never your fault," he said. Janiel's eyes became filled with tears, and as she buried her face into his shoulder, Damon wrapped both of his arms back around her, comforting her.

"Janiel, let me do one thing for you," he murmured. She tilted her head slightly, her nose gently touching his neck as she listened. "Let me be your Light. Just for a little while," he said. Janiel placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing herself up as she looked at him. "...You promise?" She asked gently. A small smile appeared on Damon's face. "I promise."

(There's a reasom that #4 comes before #3. Because the events in #4 come before #3. Weird, right? XD)

This is so literally amazing, Thire. So much gore and action. Keep on writing. I loved #4 and how her and Jak were having a [might i add} gorey brawl. So epic.

I want to read more..

(Not too much of a gorey brawl, mostly Jak getting pounded by his own daughter, who's twenty years younger than him. XD)


It had been three months. Three months since the end. Three months since that incident. And yet she still felt...dark, black...She had become uncomfortable with herself. She couldn't even stand to be around her friends, let alone her own parents. Most of the day she was shut up in her room, and would only leave if she needed a drink or needed some food. Her father said that he knew what it was like, but she ignored him. She couldn't stand it. She just wanted to get away...

She wanted to die.

She wanted to go out to the Wasteland, lay down, shrivel up, and die. She couldn't take it anymore. She could feel the presence of the other side of her in the back of her mind, and slowly, but surely, it was driving her insane.

If it hadn't already.

Damon had comforted her, or at least tried too, and for a while it worked. It truly did. But they grew apart, and quickly. She couldn't stand the thought of turning into that thing around him or any of her friends.

Climbing out of her bed, Janiel walked towards the door. She was thirsty, extremely. She was hungry, but she had lost her appetite by just thinking about three months ago. She opened the door, yawning slightly. She hadn't gotten any sleep last night. She hadn't gotten much sleep lately, come to think of it. She walked out of her room and...straight into her father.

She stumbled backwards, mumbled an apology, and was about to go around Jak when he suddenly grabbed her by the arm rather roughly, especially considering the state she was in. He pulled her over so that she was in front of him and, using his left hand, made her look up at him by pushing her chin up. "Janiel," Jak said with a stern tone. "You can't keep this up."

She closed her eyes gently, letting out a deep breath. "I know dad, I know," she muttered, mostly to herself. "I just...don't know what to do. I don't think there is anything that I can do."

"There is something you can do. Don't just keep it bottled up," Jak said.

Tears came to Janiel's eyes.

She buried her face into her fahter's shirt, and he gently wrapped his arms around her.

(Lol, something for J & D again. XD This is AU, because this isn't what will really happen after the end of NG. Trust me. She's not gonna be an emo.)

I can't escape this hell…

The Dark Eco injections were unbearable. He laid there on the chair, Dark Eco pouring into him, the pain of it making him scream out in pain, making his body jerk about, making his pupils shrink.

So many times I've tried.

He pulled on the restraints, trying to break them, but to no avail. He tried repeatedly, though it only served to cause his wrists and ankles to become raw, the skin rubbing up against the dirty metal.

But I'm still caged inside.

He grabbed the bars of the cell weakly, sliding down to his knees as he rested his forehead on the cold metal.

Somebody get me through this nightmare.

“Someone get me out,” he pleaded silently, letting go of the bars and falling backwards, landing on his back, but he ignored the pain.

I can't control myself!

“I’m gonna kill Praxis!” A paw was soon placed over his mouth. Jak could not hear what his best friend said. His eyes became pure black, his skin became light grey, and his hair turned a white with a slight blue tint. He threw his arms up into the air, breaking the restraints that held him.

So what if you can see the darkest side of me

The Krimson Guards advanced. Why was Jak doing this, protecting some scraggy kid and some old man? He rushed forward and began to fight, punching one guard, and then another. He suddenly transformed.

No one will ever change this animal I have become

“Something’s happening to me…Something he did…I can’t…control it…,” Jak said, his voice low, and yet it had a harsh tone to it. Daxter looked up at him in confusion.

Help me believe it's not the real me

“Come on Jak! You’re fine!” Daxter said, patting him on the back. “It’s okay, seriously!” Daxter added.

Somebody help me tame this animal!

“Jak! Calm down Jak! Yo, it’s me, lovable ol’ Daxter!” Daxter yelled. Jak paused while Daxter stared in horror at the black claws that were gleaming in the sunlight. He changed back, a look of shock on his face. Daxter smiled at him.

This animal, this animal

A gleam appeared in Dark Jak’s eyes, a grin spreading across his face as he slashed the Krimson Guard’s face.

I can't escape myself

Jak stood, slowly, the large Metal Head infront of him walking forward. Suddenly, in a flash of Dark Eco, Jak transformed into Dark Jak. With a roar, he lunged forward, claws digging into the Metal Head.

So many times I've lied

“J-Jak? You okay dude?” Daxter asked as he walked up to Jak, who was kneeling on the ground, hands resting on the ground. “Fine,” Jak muttered, standing. “I’m just fine.”

But there's still rage inside

The Krimson Guard kicked Daxter in the stomach, sending the Orange Lightning flying through the air. Jak, even though he was hurt, jumped to his feet, catching his small friend. Glaring up at the Krimson Guard, he snarled, an inhumane sound.

Somebody get me through this nightmare

“Just relax,” Daxter said, standing up on Jak’s shoulder. “I’m right here with you, bud. You’re not going through this alone. I’m gonna help you!”

I can't control myself

Jak roared loudly, head facing towards the sky, arms outstretched. Daxter ran for cover, hiding crates as he spotted Dark Jak tackling a Krimson Guard to the ground.

So what if you can see the darkest side of me

Jak dashed down the street, gun in hand as he ducked into an alleyway. He pressed himself up against the wall, hiding in the shadows. Daxter, who was on his shoulder, was quiet as well.

No one will ever change this animal I have become

“I’ll take care of it,” Jak said. “Give me a gun. I’ll shot whoever tries to get in my way.”

Help me believe it's not the real me

Jak sat down heavily in the chair, sighing heavily. Daxter walked up to him, tilting his head to the side. “Come on Jak, don’t be so down,” Daxter said.

Somebody help me tame this animal I have become

Jak stood infront of the Precursor Idol, swallowed hard, and waited. Suddenly a light shined around him, and he was lifted off of the ground. He could feel the Light Eco.

Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal

Somebody help me through this nightmare
I can't control myself
Somebody wake me from this nightmare
I can't escape this hell

This animal, this animal
This animal, this animal
This animal, this animal
This animal

So what if you can see the darkest side of me
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal I have become

Help me believe it's not the real me
Somebody help me tame this animal!
This animal I have become…

(A/N: This is a "songfic". Song is "Animal I Have Become" by Three Days Grace. Go listen to it. :3
YES, I realize that I majorly skipped. Just couldn't wait for so long for this to be posted though. So, yeah. :3)

Jounai blinked, then opened her eyes, and gasped.

"...Welcome home, my child," Arceus said. He lowered his head, gently stroking Jounai's, and she closed her eyes, rubbing him back. As he lifted his head, a realization came over Jounai, one that made her heart at peace. She had never had a father. Now...

"...Father," she said. Arceus smiled gently.

"Yes, daughter. Welcome home, to Heaven."

"Heaven?" She said, astonished. "I'm--"

"...I am afraid so, young one. You died honorably in battle. You are alive now, though, here with the others," Arceus said.

Jounai nodded, smiling as she walked with Arceus through the gates.

A young Janiel yawned as she climbed out of bed and stumbled through the house. It was late at night, nearly midnight, but she was needing to go relieve herself. She headed into the bathroom, and was soon done, walking out of the room but forgetting to shut the door. She she wandered into the front room, the front door opened, showing her father, Jak. He walked--well, more like stumbled--in, putting his hand against the wall to support himself. He was covered in blood, and breathing heavily, and he slumped against the ground and sat onto the floor. He had yet to notice his daughter.

"Daddy?"

He sat up, eyes wild, shocked at seeing his five year old daughter standing infront of him. He looked at her in shock before noticing that she had her head tilted to the side, like she always been when she was interested in something.

"Daddy, why is there Kool-Aid all over you?"

With a short laugh, Jak stood and motioned for Janiel to go to her room. She obeyed and sulked back towards her room. Jak sighed and washed up before going towards his daughter's room. He leaned against the doorway, watching her as she was already fast asleep. She was the picture of innoncence.