AN: Okay so my second J&D story, this one so far will have no OC's, or main character OC's. There's gonna be OC's they just won't be as important. No specific time period for this, I guess sometime in Jak 2 if ya need one. This was a plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone until I made it leave me alone and then when I finished all my other stories except one it came back full force at me. This kinda follows my other story, but you don't have to read that one to get this.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything I mean come on if I owned it I would have made a Jak 5 or whatever by now. Cuz I don't know about you guys but I want one.

Warning: Torn angst and torture galore!!!!! And much OOCness! But hey it's a fic!

Alright I guess that's it. Enjoy the chapter and review!

Oh! Also I don't follow the ages to well in the games. If you pay attention to the profiles in Jak X it shows that in that game Torn is thirty and I don't like that so for the sake of this story he's like in his early mid twenties. Now seriously on with the fic!


"Torn! Get back!" Jak yelled as he put away is Blaster Gun and felt Dark Jak coming on.

They were getting over powered by Krimzon Guards in the middle of haven too. One in particular had spotted Jak and recognized him immediately as the 'dark creature' that the Baron was looking for. Jak tried to run from them but before he knew it more were coming at him. Not wanting to take them right to the Underground hideout he ran in the opposite direction and ended up on the other side of the slums.

He was quickly running out of ammo even with the ammo the KG dropped when they died, he could feel his heath slipping away as he fought harder and harder. At some point he realized he couldn't take the KG anymore and he needed help, taking out his communicator he pushed the button and yelled.

"Someone has to get here and help me!" Jak screamed. "They ambushed me! Too many of them!" he cried out between blows he delivered to the KG.

Torn was in the main room of the hideout, his communicator was on one of the beds along with his knife and guns. He figured he wasn't going anywhere for a while so it wouldn't harm anyone taking them off. He was, like always staring at maps and trying to figure out new battle strategies so they could win this war.

That was when he heard him communicator go off and the familiar voice of Jak over it yelling for help. It was shorting out and Torn figured it was probably because of the battle he was in at the moment form the sound of it.

"They am—shed me! T-- -any –f them!" Torn picked up his communicator and listened closely to the message before he threw the down the map he brought over on the bed and picked up his weapons.

"Dammit Jak." He said to himself and strapped them off as he left. Not many of the Underground members were in. Jinx was taking care of a few things at the stadium, Vee and Jen were in South Haven at the Naughty Ottsel with Tess getting the information she had gathered about Krew.

He knew a couple men were out seeing their families and he just had no idea where some were. Since there seemed to be no action going on lately he allowed a few men a day to take it for themselves, but he always made sure at least five people were still on active duty.

He made his way outside and ran over to the zoomer parked outside the hideout that Jak often took. Hopping on it he revved the engine and sped off changing hover zones to avoid traffic and people. "I swear Jak, you better not be pulling my God damn leg." He murmured to himself as he flew around the city looking for Jak.

Torn wasn't often seen in combat except if it was a large battle or he was really needed. It didn't mean he was a bad fighter, on the contrary he was an excellent fighter, he was agile and could deliver an amazing punch as well as be a good shot. However he was second in command and they couldn't risk his death or an injury that would prevent him form doing things when they really needed him. Besides he was also a great mind of the Underground, as well as a good fighter he was very smart as well. But every once and a while he could be seen doing a mission himself that either no one else could do, or he didn't trust anyone to carry it out properly.

He finally found a large group of KG running toward one area and decided that was probably the area where Jak was. He flew overhead and looked down until he spotted the sight of a Vulcan going off. When he was right overhead he jumped off and landed right in the middle, his knife in one hand, his gun in the other.

"Torn!" Jak cried surprised at the ex-KG that just landed down in front of him.

"Heard you could use a hand," The tattooed man said as he began firing his weapon at the men.

"Thanks." Jak said and then continued to fight off the Krimzon Guards who just seemed to keep coming and coming. It seemed like once you killed one two more took his place. Jak tried to fire his Vulcan Fury one more time but when he looked down to it he realized that he was out of ammo.

Taking out his Blaster Gun he proceeded firing and after a few minutes he looked back to see Torn using a combination of hand to hand combat and his small fire arms. Even though it looked like he was handling himself pretty well Jak saw that they were beginning to over powering him.

Because of his momentary distraction he failed to notice the KG come up from behind him and begin to hit him. Jak cried out and lashed out on the man with the butt of his gun. Knocking him down to the ground he looked at his hand and saw the familiar purple colored dark eco flow between his fingers.

"Torn! Get back!" he cried as he struggled to put his gun away before Dark Jak could come out.

"What?" He heard Torn and turned around to face him.

"I said Torn, get away! Get back!" Jak yelled

Torns blue eyes widened at the sight of Jak's washed out black eyes. Torn tumbled back, he had never seen Dark Jak. He's heard about him, seen pictures of him but never this close before. He watched as dark eco surrounded the boy and his skin began to pale to sickly color as his nails lengthen to razor sharp sheers. He backed up through the KG attacking those who attacked him by they all seemed occupied with Jak.

He heard Jak scream and he listened to the human scream turn into that of an animal. He would never admit it but he felt sorry for him, over the time he had known Jak he developed... a friendship... with him. He didn't have time to dwell on this thought for too long before he saw Jak jump up in the air with his fist high up over his head. Torn knew what this meant he burst out running away from the area knowing that the attack would hit him too if he stayed too long.

Before he knew it he was thrown off his feet and pushed forward by the force of Jak's attack. He hit a nearby wall in the narrow street and fell hard to the ground. Letting out a short cry as he fell on his arm he tried to push himself up only to find he didn't have the strength. He was not only thrown to the wall but the dark eco attack hat ht hi too, he didn't get quite far enough away to avoid it completely.

"Torn!" He heard from nearby. "Torn! You okay?" Jak asked.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," he growled knowing that he wasn't. He tried to sit up once again, he looked over to see Jak looking down as Daxter crawled up his leg and took his proper seat on his shoulder.

Jak looked over at Torn, he could see he wasn't alright the second he saw him for the first time after his attack. His arm was cradled to his stomach and he was gritting his teeth as he tried to stand. Jak shook his head and made sure Dax was okay before he began to head over to his commander.

"Hey... who's that?" Daxter asked looking up to see a shadowy figure walking over to Torn's injured body.

"I dunno..." Jak said and began to jog over to him. "Hey! Torn! Watch out!" Jak called as he started sprinting.

The figure seemed to notice Jak running over to him. He saw Torn look up and try to get his knife out of its sheath on his back before the figure came over and bent his one injured arm making him let out a strangled half suppressed cry.

"Torn!" Jak cried as the figure bent down and in seconds he disappeared along with Torn. Jak stopped in his tracks and looked on at the spot where Torn was once lying.

"Damn..." he muttered to himself.


Torn continued to try and fight the man as he grabbed a hold of his arm but the siring pain was unbearable. He wasn't sure if he cried out or not but he knew that the man got a firm grip on him and then everything went black for a couple seconds, he was sure he passed out, until it was like someone turned the lights back on but he wasn't where they were turned off.

It took him a moment to realize just where he was, but then it dawned on him. He was in the palace a part of the palace that he had only visited a couple times. It was the place where the Baron did his sick dark eco experiments. The last time he was here he saw them bring Jak in for his first dark eco treatment. That was the night he ran away from the KG never to go back.

In his mind fear was taking control but his face showed no signs of that. He looked at the cells, most were open, not many were occupied and Torn had a sinking feeling that today one more would be full.

He felt someone grabbing at him and tried to struggle back but the man above him was too strong. He felt the holsters from around his thighs become undone and them slip off, the dagger from his back was taken away as well as the small guns and knives he kept hidden. They did a very thorough search of him to make sure no more weapons or devices were on him and longer and they threw them in a metal drawer under some controls where the teleport gate was.

They drug him over to the center where the machine was, he may have only seen it in action once but he knew exactly what it was used for. He fought against his captors but he was no match for the strong KG men with weapons dressed against his neck and in his weakened state. They threw him down on the cold, hard table and strapped him down making him wince as they stretched out his injured arm.

The KG stepped away and some left the room, now that he was completely immobile. Fear was now evident on his face as well; they weren't planning on doing what he thought they were going to do... were they?

"Torn, Torn, Torn..." Came a gruff mocking voice he recognized right away. Looking up Torn spotted Baron Praxis waling closer to him with a couple guards by his sides.

The guards Torn recognized, once considered friends. The one of the left, Ryan, the one on the right Cliff, he went though his KG training with them. Them and Errol, Errol was his roommate in the dorms, they were once best friends. The two men that stood before him were in the dorm next to him. He looked to the men with a desperate look, mad at himself for showing such an emotion but at the moment he couldn't help it.

He never expected them to do something like this, of course Errol had turned out he would but Errol was always a little... off. But Ryan and Cliff had level heads, they wanted to help protect the city, now they were doing this... Torn couldn't help but this they were betraying him somehow.

"How nice of you to come back." The Baron said making Torn look back to him, his features once again hiding it all. "Haven't seen you in what, over two years is it now? You were so promising, the best, you could have had so much by now but you threw it all away. Why? You felt sorry for the boy? Best you did leave then, I can't have someone so weak in my guard."

"I didn't leave because of Jak; I left because I finally realized what a bastard you were." Ton said sharply only to regret it because a fist came in contact with the side of his face.

"Now that's not polite." He said and began walking around him. "I guess you're wondering why you're here. We gave up on the man hunt for you some time ago, you're good at not being seen. But not good enough it seems, you see, Torn, we've been watching you for some time and today it only proved that you're perfect." He grinned and walked closer to Torn. "You hang around the dark eco freak a lot, the dark eco radiating off him should have affected you a little bit at least but nothing. And today you survived a dark eco attack. That's impressive."

"Glad I could be of service." Torn growled.

"Oh you haven't been of service quite yet, you're a perfect candidate. Now, just to warn you... this will hurt."

Fear crossed Torn face as the needle was lowered down until it was just a couple inches over his chest. His breathing got quicker and he looked to where the controls were, he saw the Baron walk over to them, give Torn a smile and then pulled a lever down.

Excruciating pain rang through Torn's body as the dark eco was injected in him. There was no point in not screaming, he wasn't even aware he was doing it as he squirmed to free himself of the pain.

The Baron smiled and looked on.


AN: Hope you enjoyed that, and just to say there will be no slash only friendship. I guess if you really wanted you could see it as slash but that's not the angle I'm taking this from.

But anyway, I hoped you liked it and please review tell me what ya think.