Okay... this is my third story. It takes place in between Jak 2 and 3. Thanks to all my reviewers... I love you :D
WARNINGS: yes, it's yaoi. (how the hell do you pronounce that?) also some cussing is involved... mostly from an angry Torn.
Disclaimer- Naughty dog owns Jak and Daxter. I do not. Please don't sue me. All I have is this laptop I'm writing...er- typing with.
"He saved this goddamn city for fucks sake! How the hell can you even CONSIDER banishing him?!" Yelled Torn, slamming his fist on the flashing table in front of him. Standing around the large circular table were some the most improtant leaders of Haven. Asheiln, Torn, Vegar, and multiple others that aided ruling and managing the city. They were in the middle of an emergancy meeting to discuss Jak's punishment. Since the palace had been completely obliterated during the last metalhead attack, the council of 18 people had no choice but to hold the meeting in Torn's freedom league HQ.
"As I have stated for the dozenth time dear Torn, Jak commited heinous acts and crimes against the people. And in this city, in case you haven't noticed, that is illegal." Vegar spoke quietly, an evil smirk tracing his lips.
"Yes! I get that! But without him, there would be no fucking city left! Everyone here, including me, would be dead. Killed by metalheads! We would all be fucking DEAD!" Screamed Torn, once again pounding his hands into the table so hard they bled. He shot Vegar a look of "If I had Dark Eco powers like Jak, you would be dying a very painful death right now."
Ashelin gabbed ahold of Torn's forearm, prompting him to calm down. But instead, he shrugged her hand away, and glared at her with distaste.
"Torn, calm down. Yelling wont solve anything." She whispered quietly in his ear. Getting mad that she would dare take their side, he harshly pushed her away from him. Yes, he cared for Ashelin, but he also cared for Jak.
"I don't give a shit if you don't care about him, but I do! He's my friend!" He growled, ignoring the obvious look of pain on Ashelin's face.
Vegar growled, pointing to two nearby Freedom League guards. "You two! Stop him before he hurts our dear baroness Ashelin!"
Torn froze where he was standing. "You forgot two things Vegar... One, I'm the commander. Not fucking you. And two, why the hell would I hurt Ashelin?" Hissed Torn. The two guards looked towards their commander and nodded.
"I told you two to do something! Now if you don't, I'll have you both stripped of your F.L.G. titles!" Demanded Vegar in a low growl.
"You don't have the authority to do such a thing!" Continued Torn, placing his hands on his hips.
Before Vegar could speak, Ashelin lowered her head. "Actually... yes he does. But I'm not allowing it. Just Torn... please calm down. I'm going to get Jak out of me." she said lowly, leaning towards Torn so that only he could hear it.
After a few moments of silence, Vegar rolled his eyes and faced towards A large door on the right side of the room. "Bring him in." He smirked, nodding at the doorway. Two more guards walked in, each had a rough hand on Jak's shoulder, while his hands were tied together in some sort of high-tech handcuffs. Torn glanced without expression towards his friend. Keeping his head up high proudly, he walked towards one of the two guards he reconized gripping Jak.
"Gibson, give it to me now." He demanded, holding out his hand. The guard instantly knew what his commander wanted. He shot a worried glance toward Vegar, but placed a set of keys in Torn's hand. Torn quickly walked behind Jak, and unlocked the handcuffs that bound his hands together.
Jak smiled softly and mouthed 'thanks.' Torn simply nodded, the corner of his mouth twiched slightly, but that was all Jak needed.
"What do you think you're doing?" Hissed Vegar, walking up to Torn, leaning on his cane for balance, trying to seem intimidating.
"He's not a fucking animal. He doesn't need to be treated like one." Torn said calmly. He stepped forward so that he and Vegar were mere inches apart.
"Yes he is... He's a FREAK! A MONSTER! If I had it my way, he would be burning in HELL right now. Tortured. Alone. Panicing. No one to run to. I would push him into a boiling vat of eco and force you to watch him squrim until HIS FLESH MELTS SLOWLY, EXPOSING HIS BONES, AND DISSOLVING THEM UNTIL THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT!" He screamed as loud as his lungs would allow him.
The room was silent. Fear and horror shone in everyone's eyes, mostly evidant In Jak' and Torn's.
Ashelin looked towards Jak, before running out of the room, eyes glistening with tears.
Torn slowly turned towards Jak, and was shocked at the paleness in his face. He stepped away from Vegar and looked at Jak in his eyes, making sure he wasn't going to pass out.
Vegar smiled wickidly. "Now. May we continue?"
No one made any move, except for a single councilman who nodded and spoke quietly. "Well... everyone take their places back at the table please."
Everyone obeyed. Jak took his place among the others, standing beside Torn, still feeling as if he was going to get sick.
"Well... let's get this done and over with." Spoke the councilman. "Does anyone have anything to say supporting Vegar?"
A bald, tall man with a short red beard stood up slowly. "Well, I would just like to say that this man... Jak... murdered my brother. He worked in the KG for quite some time. He had two beautiful children and a wife. But that dark beast killed him on his way to the market to feed his family. His children discovered him dead from blood loss.. " He nodded and sat back down. A few indistinct whispers were heard from around the table.
"Okay... well anyone else?" Mumbled the same councilman, trying to not make eye contact with Vegar. After no one spoke up, he sighed. "Okay then. Moving on. Anyone for Jak?"
Torn stood once more."I would just like to speak with nobody interrupting me. All this shit started because Jak ended up in our sucky time period. We all worked to make Haven the terrible place it is now... or was before Jak came. He thwarted metalhead attacks and saved hundreds of lives. All those accidental deaths had to be for the greater good. Twice he saved Ashelin. He saved me more times than I can count. I owe him my life. He repaired our city and made it a better place." Torn said proudly, placing one hand on the shorter man's shoulder right beside him. Jak looked at Torn with a sincere 'thank you' smile on his face.
"Alright. Now voting time. Please write the name of the person you favor on your piece of paper and place it in front of me." Said the man.
After finishing scribbling on their papers, Jak and Torn placed them in front of the man as instruted. As soon as everyone was done, he began counting them. Torn closed his eyes and dug his fingernails into his palms. He heard whimpering beside and slowly opened his eyes until they were nothing but two small slits. Jak's face was scrunched up, and his body trembled.
Torn leaned in next to his friend and whispered "Jak... what's wrong?"
Jak let himself relax, feeling Torn's breath on his neck. "Yeah. Just nervous as hell." He replied quietly, chuckling softly.
"No need. Everythings going to be fine." Torn smiled genuinly... although he himself wasn't sure. Sensing the teen was still tense, he did what he had to. Torn wrapped his hand around Jak's calmly, who looked at him slightly shocked. 'It's okay. I've gotcha.' mouthed Torn. Jak squeezed Torn's hand, allowing his heartbeat to slow down.
"Alright. The results are in." Spoke the man, glancing towards Count Vegar. "For Vegar there were a total of twelve votes. And for Torn..." He paused, letting suspense fill the air." there were fiftee- umm... I mean five votes." The atmosphere hushed immediantly. Confusion reflected in everybody's faces. Vegar smiled viciously.
Torn released his grip on Jak's hand. "No..." Hissed, saking his head. "YOU!" He screamed and pointed towards Vegar. "YOU SABOTAGED THE FUCKING VOTES YOU BASTARD!" He yelled, whipping out his cresant-shapped knife. He charged towards vegar but was stopped by Jak.
"No Torn! Stop! UGH..." He grunted, feeling the impact of Torn's knee in his stomach. Jak collapsed to the ground, feeling a dull pain ring throughout his body. Not nessicarily physical pain, but pain knowing that Torn hurt him.
Torn was quickly apprehended by the two guards that had entered with Jak. They pinned him to the ground, while he thrashed underneath them. "Let me go! I demand it!"
"Sorry boss... this is for you're own good." Sighed one of them before entering an anastesic liquid into Torn's bloodstream, while Torn waited in horror as the medicine took effect, causing him to plunge into darkness.
Yes, there will be more chapters soon. Don't know how many... please review and tell me if I should even bother continuing. Puh-lease