Disclaimer- I own the idea... Nothing else.

Warnings- Male x Male pairing... Shota! (Minor x Adult), violence, and language.

Pairing- Torn X Jak

Okay peeps. To get this started... Torn is 26 and Jak is 15 so yes it is considered shota. Yes I am crazy, but that hasn't kept me from writing weird things before. So not much to say here. Just some KG Torn and prisoner Jak. Enjoy... If I didn't scare you away. Oh yes and I'm not trying to get popular with this stuff. I mean come on... Look at it!

Chapter 1

I'll get you out in no time. A blonde elf wrapped his thin arms around his legs. Head buried between the gap, the fifteen year old cried. Tears of fear ran down the fair face, expressing his emotions the only way the mute could show. It brought noise to the empty cell prison of Baron Praxis' palace.

The noise was loud enough to alert the red armored elves, who were currently walking to the section. The taller of the two, removed his helmet. Underneath was a lithe, masculine face with dread locks of a deep aburn, and orbs of ice blue. "Can you hear him?" His voice sounded cold and uncaring, but his face said otherwise. The orbs held a look of worry and a glint of caring.

The other armored man nodded, keeping his helmet on. "It's a wonderful sound, no?" Arms raised to his waist, as they expressed the emotions he was trying to convey.

Talking ceased as both entered the lone door ahead. Opening with a creak, both entered one at a time. Their gazes immediately landed on the closed door to the left of their bodies. "Go Torn." The helmeted guard pushed the other forward with a light nudge.

Torn obeyed, forcing his feet to close the gap to the barrier. Lifting a shaky hand up, he slammed a slim, gloved finger on the correct button. Stepping back, he peeked inside the room, only to see his heart break. 'This is wrong.' Glancing behind him, he stiffened when the other came up behind him.

"Such a perfect speicimen." The voice mocked his companion. Moving into the cell the other bent down at the crying child's level. Raising a hand, he let it hang there for a moment, before coming down hard. Flesh met flesh in a stinging slap.

The mute child looked up, silent tears running down his face. The area around his eyes had turned a puffy red, proving the amount of time he had assumed the position.

"Stop this crying you pathetic fool." Two people winced at the words, but the helemted man only saw one.

The kid looked away, unable to say a word. The tears that had been running stopped.

The helemeted KG crossed his arms, sastified with his work. "Starting tomorrow..." He trailed off, a smirk appearing on his face. Torn should be the one to tell the child. Turning he made his way out, patting his companion on the shoulder before leaving the cell block.

Torn sighed. Placing a hand on the door, he knelt down. "Uhmm. Kid?" He was unsure of what to call the child. Kid just sounded so.. personal. "What's your name?"

The blonde shrugged, unable to tell the other. 'Who is this man?' He studied the tattooed face, and found that there was a caring look in the orbs. 'Maybe I can turst him?' He wanted to place hope on something in this bleak world he was thrust into.

The redhead titled his head to the side, confused. It wasn't hard to say a name... At least he thought so. "Can't you speak?" He was never briefed of any medical conditions, but that didn't mean they were none. He had heard stories of the blind, deaf, and mute being the candiates for the experiments.

The blonde shook his head. His gaze traveled to the corners of the small cell he was shoved in. 'This will be my new home until Dax gets here. Better get used to it and him.' Opening he mouth, he let out a silent sigh.

Any words that would have come out of the KG's mouth stopped short. How did one try and speak to a mute? He had no clue. Holding up a finger, he stood up. A notepad should to do the trick he thought. Quickly jogging to the research table, he stole a notepad and a pen.

The items were held out as an offering to the mute. Looking at them suspiciously, he thought they could do no harm. Grabbing them, he scribbled down his first sentence. My name is Jak. Slapping the pen down to the side of him, he lifted the notebook up.

Torn read it quickly, nodding his head. "Jak hmm?" Bringing a hand up, he rubbed his chin gently. It seemed befitting somehow. "Well Jak I hate to say this to you..." His blue orbs darkened. The experiments, were not his thing. Never were and never would be. It amazed him how much Erol had gotten into them and in another sense scared him. Those were problems for the future. Focusing on the present, he prepared to say what he had to. He would leave after saying that. The k-. No Jak would be devasted. At least that's what he figured would happen. "Tomorrow you will be experimented on by my companion Erol."

Jak would have screamed why if he could have. What did he do to deserve this? He didn't think on this for too long. The rational part of his mind told him that Daxter would come for him in due time and when he did he would leave this awful place. A tear still escaped, running down his cheek, and falling on his blue tunic.

"I wish you luck kid." Getting up, he walked away. Unable to look back, afraid of what he would see. Closing the cell door, he left the prison unit with nothing, but silence to comfort him.

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