Loss of Innocence
Rating; PG-13
Warnings; Yaoi, but not the way the title implies. Contains JakxErol, JakxDark Jak, and Dark JakxErol if you want to think of it that way.
Torture.
That's all I felt, day after day, in that fortress of Hell. I had been locked up here for two years with only a sliver of hope. Hope that didn't help what I felt inside.
The loneliness, the hatred, the fear. . .
I hated it. And I hated those two voices. The voices of the ones who had done this to me, that had forced this constant pain upon me. The two voices that haunted me in my dreams.
But they're not dreams anymore, are they? Dreams were lost for me. The only thing that existed were impossible fantasies and nightmares. Nightmares that consumed my thoughts, my mind, my sanity. The eyes. . . always on me. Those three pairs of eyes. . . the eyes of my torturers.
You say I'm mistaken?
You say I have two torturers?
You're wrong. . . I have three.
The two who caused all this, I learned their names after a while. It was hard not to remember them after all they had done to me.
"Baron" Praxis. The notorious ruler of the glorious Haven City, as they called him. I could always tell when he was there, watching me writher in pain. He would yell at me, hit me, and laugh when they were forcing Eco into me, into my blood.
Commander Erol, Praxis' right-hand man. He was always there. He was the one who pulled the lever, who messed with the controls. He was the one responsible for ruining my life. When the Baron was there, Erol would stand by, following orders like a member of the Krimson Guard should. But when he was in control of my torture, only me and that psychopath bitch in the room, he would talk to me.
He would, before the torture, before that needle punctured my chest, stroke my face softly, in almost a loving way. I hated it at first, but then I began to not mind as much. Any touch other than one meant to cause pain felt welcome, even his. Through his leather gloves, I could still feel his ice-cold hands. It sent chills down my spine. Then, he would lean over and whisper in my ear. . .
"Don't worry. It'll all be over soon."
I don't know if those words were meant to comfort me or cause fear, but I heard them ever time he came.
Now, you're probably wondering who the third torturer was.
It was me.
Or rather, what was inside of me.
After about a month or so of experimenting, I began talking to myself, in my thoughts. I thought it was just my mind thinking of the worst, but then it decided to show it's self to me.
I was thinking about if I'd ever escape that night. . . about everyone back in Sandover, and about what happened to Samos, Keira, and Daxter. I missed them all. . .
-They don't care about you-
=What do you mean?=
-They haven't come for you, have they? They haven't tried to rescue you. They've left you here.-
=They haven't forgotten me! They'll come! I know it!=
-Whatever you say, boku no hikari.-
Tears started to swell up in my eyes. Maybe they weren't coming! Maybe they've forgotten all about me. . . The tears started to drop from my eyes, slowly, down my face.
Then I felt a hand like ice on my face, wiping away my tears. The hand. . . pale. Almost white. Like snow. Long, sharp, black nails, nearly scraped across my face, looking sharp enough to easily cut through skin. Straps of fabric wound around the hand to about half-way up the being's arm. Just like. . .
Mine.
I looked up.
And I saw myself, staring back at me.
No! It wasn't me! It was someone else! Some monster!
The hand, still resting on my face, led up to a body. His clothes were the same as mine, his face shape, his hair length, but there were many things different.
His face was the same color as is hands, so pale it looked like snow. His long hair, which I'm guessing was the same length as mine, fell somewhat over his face as he looked down at me. What he was looking at me with scared me the most. It's eyes were pitch-black. They made you think you were falling into an infinite abyss of no return. And those eyes were looking right into mine.
-What's wrong, itooshi?-
=D-d-don't call me that. . .=
-Why? No one else loves you. No one, except me, that is.-
His tone was dark and menacing, almost velvety, and he spoke no louder than a whisper.
And it scared me to death.
=Th-that's a lie! There are people who love me!=
-Who?-
=Keira! A-a-and Samos! He's like my father, almost! And Daxter cares about me too!=
-And yet they haven't come for you, Itooshi.-
=They will!=
-So naïve. . .- it chuckled.
Then it leaned down and kissed me.
To be continued. . .
Ok, this is the first fanfic I've written in a while. I WILL finish this to the end, though! I will!!!
Oh, and another note, please don't ask me how Dark Jak (who I'll just call Dark in this fic) knows Japanese. I can't explain how! He just does! Maybe Jak watches a lot of anime or something and Dark got it from him! Who knows.
And please review! I haven't gotten more that 4 reviews on one story yet, and I'm really hoping someone'll like this fic.