Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from the making of this. It's my own work of fiction! Although I wish I did:-D

A/N: I told you guys that I was planning on making an uncharted story. Well here it is and it starts in the "Jailbreak" chapter when Nate and Eddy Raja "reunite" and say a few words and blah-blah-blah but this time, he doesn't get out. I will add the beginning sequence (like the same dialog from the cut-scene but in my own words) let's see what happens shall we?

Warnings: Okay there is not going to be anything sexual at all or slashy in this making (this is a possible rape:) but it will be thought to be. It is mostly violence, torture and all that bloody stuff. Eddy and one of his boys mess with him just for the fun of it! So if you love and adore Nate LIKE ME then don't read. It is going to get messy…BUT THE GOOD THING IS HE DOESN'T DIE! I LOVE NATE WAY TOO MUCH TO MAKE HIM DIE! NOT INTENTED FOR THE WEAK STOMACHE-ONES!

~Have a nice day

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The air was warm. Not too cold and not too hot; it was perfect. Nate lay completely still on his side barely even alive at the moment with grass tickling his lips and bugs dancing across his cheeks.

He let out a hard cough that seemed to be too much for what he was even enduring at the moment; nothing. He was almost perfectly fine besides a throbbing head and a bruised side. "Damnit" he cursed and pain shot from his head down to the tips of his toes so instantly.

After attempting to lift his heavy body from the rough ground, using his arms and his feet, he fell back down in more pain than normal, realizing that the pain was located deep inside his left ankle. "Uh-fuck!" he spat like nothing he's ever done before, wincing below his breath that seemed only ragged. The ground beneath him seemed dry so he moved his body carefully until his back met the rocky sandstone wall of the jail cell.

Something in the background got his attention. Voices of only two people; two foreigners by the accent in the voices but only one stood out. That was the little Indonesian bastard, Eddy Raja an old business partner of his and he didn't sound too happy with all the cursing that was going on.

"Elena where are you?" he whined to himself, being as quiet as he can as the door flung open before he even had time to react or even jump. Of course, it was Eddy Raja and some jackass side-kick with a weapon.

The little Indonesian walked in with a fake smile and the map in his hand. "Hey, Drake!" at that moment Drake knew it was all a trick. He wasn't happy to see him; and neither was the prisoner that felt like shit. But a fake smile and a response was all he gave. "Eddy Raja, I should 'a guessed." Nate grinned cocky, gripping tight to the bars, and standing with all of his weight on one foot while the other remained still, throbbing. Damnit, where are you Elena? Drake thought to himself over and over yet he saw or heard no sign of the little girl.

Eddy walked closer towards the bars as he waved the golden map around; "Fascinating document, huh?" the Indonesian smirked between words in his strong accent and finally looked up at Nate for some sort of eye contact, yet he could care less and shrugged it off. "Seems like this "Sir Francis" was in my line of work." Eddy looked away and gazed back upon the map.

The prisoner furrowed his brows, holding the bar tighter in what seemed to be nothing but anger. "Don't flatter yourself Eddy." He scowled but less intense than intended. Eddy was thrown back by his nice set of words but all that came out was a good chuckle. "Always ready to be enemies, eh?" he moved away from the bars and onto the table. Nate rolled his eyes at the idiotic man. "Tell you what-lead me to the gold-he said very casually, pulling his golden pistol from his belt and planting his ass upon the face of the table. –and I just might let you live." He cocked his pistol with a flick of his wrist and stared at Nate also with a cocked head.

Nate hesitated for a moment or so. "You still think of me as the crazy naïve one don't you?" Nate turned around with his hands on his hips, hesitating once again, limping while he paced before forcing himself back up against the bars once more.

Eddy furrowed his dark brows and kicked over a chair as he jumped from the table. "Keledai jantan-I will more than just threaten you, Drake and you know I will." Eddy growled in his Indonesian accent, barely realizing Nate step back once. His crazy-eyed side-kick gave Nate a deep stare which gave the prisoner more than just the chills but also a painful prick in his gut. The look on both the Indonesian's faces was indeed quiet startling.

"Well, you can't do anything when you are out there now can you-and besides-Nate began, pulling something from his pocket and smiling. "I got your keys." He stuck his one hand from the bars, jingling the set of keys in the air; being as taunting as possible.

Eddy eyed the keys and cocked his gun in enraged fury. "How did you get those?" he asked but shook his head. "Aye ya', never mind that, you are dead Drake!" he neared the bars and somehow grabbed the man by the dirty material of his white shirt, before even Nate, himself realized. Nate was surprised at how quickly the little Indonesian man snatched him without him even defending himself first and Nate was pretty good at doing that.

"Get your hand off me!" Nate wiggled with Eddy's grip still on him that felt insanely tight, and yet not getting any better.

Eddy smirked victoriously. "Tai Kuching, you were never really good at escaping these situations…especially with me!" Eddy resumed eyeing him as he jerked his arm backwards through the bars, causing Nate's body to hit the cold rusted bars with a loud cling. Nate squeezed one eye closed and bit his bottom lip to keep from whimpering in the pain that struck his body instantaneously.

"Yeah fuck you too Eddy!" Nate was definitely showing his pissy side and it didn't please Eddy one bit. Instead, Eddy glared at him and pushed him back, only to pull him back again and watch him crash into the bars. This time Nate couldn't help the whimper; it kind of slipped and the pain was much worse.

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The Indonesian jackass standing by Eddy's side set his weapon down on the table and moved close to the bars while Nate was still held tight against them in Eddy's terrible grip.

"WH-what is he doing-Eddy stop him!" Nate struggled constantly; moving so hard he eventually fell from Raja's grasp and was on the ground upon his ass. That made matters worse. It seemed like Eddy's boy was attempting to grab the keys from Nate, which was a total screw-up now that Nate has fallen.

"Goddammit Drake!" Eddy shoved his golden pistol back in his pants, face down and on safe-mode and quickly took the shotgun off the table, aiming it directly at the terrified yet crazily pissed prisoner. Nate swallowed dryly, his throat as raw and dry as sandpaper. "You are not solving anything Eddy-actually you are making things worse!" he admitted to the confused Indonesian who looked more pissed than impressed.

Before it could get any worse, Nate let out a few more words from his "Wiseass" dictionary. Eddy waited, lowering the weapon.

-and how will killing me get you to the treasure-that's just really crazy Eddy." He collected himself standing up but barely on his twisted ankle. Eddy eyed him strangely and disturbed. His grip on the gun never left and finally he put it back down on the table and pulls out his own.

Right as Nate thought everything was going to be "alright" it got worse. "Are you calling me crazy, Drake?" Eddy's face spread wide with a cocky smile as he came close to the bars again and pointed the gun low at Nate's abdomen. Nate barely noticed the sly little man's actions and before he could realize what was next, he was on the ground-cursing wild in pain as his foot bled, pierced by a bullet.

"AH-fuck-fuck!" he was breathing heavy and lay there with one hand trying to stop the bleeding but it wasn't worth it. It just kept on spewing out like sticky water.

Eddy took in one big deep breath and shut his eyes only for a split second. It seemed to be giving him some sort of a rush; what a sick bastard. Nate had one eye open to make sure he still had the Indonesian fucker in his sight. "What the hell is-ugh-wrong with you!" he growled, and the more he cursed the more intense the pain was, gradually moving up his body and creating a stomach-turning feeling. Eddy and his boy watched him wince and wiggle around on the ground, with a blood puddle already forming. "Oh Drake, you don't know what I am capable of… so you got shot in the goddamn foot!" the eldest one stood grinning above Nate on the other side of the bars of course, holding his pistol in a hand.

"FUCK!" Nate spat and turned over to his side.

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Elena wasn't here—where could she be? Has Navarro and Roman finally caught up to her—Damnit! Nate could not stop thinking about it—he tried to at least forget about the pain in his foot but who in the world could ignore the sharp pain of a bullet buried in a limb? The pain was unbearable…he has never been actually shot by any of the bullets that have been fired at him but this-this was the first time and it hurt like hell.

As the day continued on, Nate must have fell asleep or blackened out from all the blood loss because he opened his eyes and looked down at his foot only to find rusty-colored blood and a tight blood stained wrap around the bullet wound. It didn't hurt as bad anymore but the pain was still there and the cell smelled and reeked of his blood. "Well, you're awake…now how about you telling me where the gold is, Drake?" Eddy broke the long silence, busy occupying the table with the other 'donesian, calling off their previous game of poker.

Nate could barely hear. He was too damn tired and disgusted to even say a word. "I do-don't think so…and who the hell was it who wrapped me up?" he slowly began to stand but it really wasn't worth his time, when all he's going to see and hear was crazy-ass Raja.

Eddy stood up also and carried his gun along just in case. He gave Nate a hard stare down and reached through the bars grabbing him by the thin material of his top.

He moved his arm backwards back out and sent Nate up against the bars just like before. "Who do you think you are Drake-talking to me like that?" he entered the cell with his other arm and grabbed Nate's other sleeve, dragging him as close as possible to the bars. Nate didn't do anything or say anything in response. "Well Eddy I know who I AM so who are you-who do you think you are to shoot ME in the foot. Answer that Eddy." He hissed, and afterwards with a big-rather cocky grin on his lips and feeling totally badass after the whole thing. That angered Raja more than he could imagine.

"You think you are one smartass little adventurer, eh?" he growled and didn't let him go even for a second, giving his gun a click right as he freed just one of his arms to do so. Nate was so close to this ass he could feel his raging body heat and smell his faded cologne.

He shut his eyes and tightly gritted his teeth until it rushed clearly to the roots of his teeth. Nathan Drake has never in his life been in a situation quite like this…just nothing he regularly thought about. It was all in the past and was rarely brought up; "You think shooting me is going to make me talk—I will die before that, bud…just think about it, Raja." Nate was just pushing it way too far and Eddy was dying to do something that he would surely regret; he needed this cock-sucker alive.

But that didn't mean he couldn't have "fun" with his imprisonment.

"Give me the keys, Drake!" Eddy shoved him back into his cell and aimed the gun right between the eyes; he was truly serious at this moment and Nate couldn't, Nate wouldn't dare disobey. He held both his arms up as he slowly went for the keys on the ground, in his own reeking blood puddle. "Okay-okay Eddy…I'm getting the keys." Nate looked weary at the armed men by the bars, and kneeled over to pick them up with one arm still in the air.

Prakoso, one of Eddy's special Pirates entered the room and even he was armed. Nate rolled his eyes with a nervous sigh. Eddy flared his nostrils and cocked the gun. "Hurry!" he raised his voice louder than necessary and Nate listened.

"Here Eddy, geez calm down buddy…" Nate said tiredly and went to hand them to the awaiting Indonesian but right as Eddy was going in for it between the bars, Nate pulled back with a smile and gave the keys a toss. There was not much room in this crowded area so he aimed for the door and it disappeared in the darkness.

Eddy was totally surprised. "Damn you!" and with that, he fired his pistol but lucky enough for Nate he moved out of the bullet's way just in time. Raja was enraged with Nathan and didn't know how much longer he can handle not strangling the shit out of him. "Prakoso, mengawasinya!" Eddy hollered something in his crazy little language as Nate shrugged only to watch him leave. Now he was all alone with Prakoso and some other random 'Pirate'. "Huh-great I bet you two don't speak English?" Nate squatted down and stared blankly at the two Indonesians, resting his wounded foot eventually with his back against the wall.

Prakoso, the eldest and the strongest out of the two moved away from the entrance and up to the bars with his weapon. "Do you speak English—English?" Nathan stood up being careful of his foot and ankle. Prakoso eyed him up and down then repeated.

Nate was getting a bad feeling about him and it didn't feel too good. "Well-okay I guess that's a n-before Nate could finish what he was saying, Eddy could be heard in the other room yelling at someone; in something Nate could barely understand. "Now what is going on-this is getting really annoying!" he fussed, staring down at the ground below his feet.

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Another hour passed.

Nate was barely awake; the only thing keeping him from falling asleep was Prakoso and Handoko, the other Indonesian Nate couldn't place busy playing a loud angry game of poker with Spanish gold coins.

"Okay are you going to let me out yet or what?" Nate asked, with his head and back against the wall with heavy eyelids. Prakoso was busy cleaning up the scattered mess on the table, while Handoko stood up, the darkest one out of the two, and kicked the bars, screaming something Nate couldn't understand.

"Tutup mulutmu!" he yelled and Nate was surely awake after that. He didn't do anything to get that douche so angry but I guess the men are always angry in these kinds of countries.

Prakoso stood up and grabbed Handoko's tattooed shoulder that was hot from the sun's rays. The younger one turned and looked behind his shoulder with a scowl look.

"Jangan main-main dengan dia!" Prakoso whispered quietly into his ear, but purposely in the open just so Nathan can wonder. Handoko shot a quick glance at Nate once they were done talking and he jumped. "Man you guys are freaking me out—get me out of here!" Nate stood up and limped toward the bars giving them a crazy shake.

Both men looked at him before Prakoso, the eldest picked up the keys that rested on the table and moved to the cell. Nate was confused. "How did you guys get them…what happened to Eddy and what the HELL is going on?" Nathan continued his fussing and shook the bars more. Prakoso and Handoko didn't say a word. "Okay let's just play the 'silent game', I don't care." Nate scratched his neck, where a bug buzzed around and stared at the open doorway, surprisingly waiting for Eddy's return.

Prako stared at the kid and entered the key. Nate was surprised. "You are just letting me go just like that?" Nate wondered, feeling a bit weary of this-but all the same excited.

Prakoso didn't say a word-but that was natural…it seemed to Nate. "Quiet—"Prakoso for the first time had said a word to him and it was surprisingly in English. That was totally unexpected. "You do speak English—I knew it!" Nate was being a smartass and pointing his finger when the rusted door squealed as it opened and Nate was knocked right off his feet as he was caught in a bigger mess.

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"Whoa-whoa buddy…what are you doing…I-I" Nate moved backwards as Prakoso entered sneakily with a small glimmer in his oriental eyes. He was scaring the injured adventurer more than he needed to. With wondering eyes, Nathan sees the shimmering body of his weapon shoved in the intruder's pants. How the hell did he get that? Nate thought to himself as he lost himself in thought.

"Back-up" Prakoso demanded in a strong oriental tone of voice with his hands out in front of him as if he was going to push or maybe grab Nate.

Nate didn't listen. His eyes never left the gun at the older man's waist. That was the worst mistake he could have made at this point in time. With Handoko screaming-cursing something wildly incomprehensible to Nathan's ears, Prakoso took all this time that had distracted Nate to push him hard into the sandstone wall and hold him hard with one tan forearm against his neck while the other held his body still.

The gun slipped from Prakoso's white slacks and at that moment, Nathan uses his only foot to reach the fallen gun. He is unsuccessful-the invader caught him in the moment and kicked the weapon out of the cell with his foot. Handoko grabbed the gun and rested it on the table. Damn, I should have known what all that screaming was about-FUCK! Nathan tries to fight back, but Prakoso seemed to be stronger than him and the forearm left his neck when his warm hand takes its spot.

That's when the strangling began.

Nate didn't know why he was in this-this 'tussle' with some random Indonesian "Pirate" from Eddy's gang. It didn't make any sense right yet, but after realizing what he was doing he got the idea. His heart was racing; his head was starting to spin.

"Uh get off!" Nate spat at him, gritted teeth and used his free arms to grab at the pirate. He was fairly shaky in the process but managed to get his own hands around the man's neck and pinched both thumbs into his 'apple'. "Gh!" the man showed his teeth and they were squeezed closely together in an indecent manner. He was tough but Nathan wasn't going to give up. Somehow after minutes, Nathan moved in close to the sweating man until bodies were touching and HE got him against the wall. He slammed him into the wall pretty hard and used his own knees to keep the bastard in place.

"Gah you bast…bastard" Nathan felt his own fingers cramping from digging too deep and tight around the man's dark neck.

"Pukas-pukas!" Handoko shouted from outside the open cell waving his weapon in the air like some freak he was, before entering the cell along with the two men.

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Eddy still hasn't returned and Elena still hasn't found him. Damn maybe Nathan was alone with these two this time.

Handoko took a tight hold of Prakoso's shoulders and shoved him aside. Nathan fell slowly down the wall coughing like an asthma victim. "Tai Kuching Handoko!" Prakoso moved his back off the cold bars and flung himself at the other 'donesian.

While Nate continued his coughing, he watched the two assholes wrestle around, which was more critical and risky than with the little adventurer.

"Hm?" he let his eyes wander again and found the weapon on the table outside the bars. All he had to do was just slip through the two of them but without being caught of course. "Damnit!" he cursed below his breath, still sitting on his ass.

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Prakoso's gun went off and while that happened, Nate made his escape. Handoko was dead and his body lay limp against the cell. He was shot in the head and the blood oozed like crazy. "Fuck-Nate was tackled right at the very last fucking minute and cut his arm on a sharp corner which happened to be a nail. He fell to his back and he hit with a deafening crack.

Prakoso sat atop of him, using all of his weight and punched him square in the face. It was a pretty good hit and his nose flushed out red.

Nathan whimpered somewhat just to let out some of the pain he was feeling and reached above his head for the gun.

"FUCK YOU!" he managed to actually grab the weapon and cocked it.

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E/N: Okay I ended it like that just to see what all you readers would think…don't worry though it will be CONTINUED! JUST WAIT!