Here's the next part of my craptasticle fic. Hope ya enjoy, and stop by for a spell leave behind a review, it's much loved, y'know?

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Beyond Broken Part 2

Whoa, whoa! Get that thing away from me! My host doesn't listen when I back away ears flattened against my skull eyes narrowed and a scowl marrying my face, he just keeps prodding that needle into my pen. By th' time this is over I'm gonna have a phobia of needles. Chalk that one up on a list of irrational fears I harbor.

One is toilets…just, just don't ask on that one.

I hiss in pain as the needle is shoved into my arm, by this time he's tired of screwin' around and just grabs me by the throat before jabbing the needle roughly into my arm. As soon as he lets go of me, the contents already surging through my veins I jerk away before he can remove the needle, removing it viciously myself.

"Mind explainin' what was in that!" I snarl my hand rubbing the spot where the needle had been. It burned slightly, course that could just be my mind playing cruel tricks on me.

"Ain't nothing that's gonna hurtcha…" the way he trailed off made me think he wanted to end that sentence with 'yet'. "Just make ya go to sleep. Don't want you knowing where we live."

"We? Ya mean you and blubber mouth right here?" I remark dryly eyeing the beast who is more than pleased to just be in it's master's company. I shutter as I watch a long trail of saliva trail down onto the ground making a puddle on the ground I could drown in. I gag maybe a bit over dramatically but it's still nasty…

"Nah, few others ya will meet em' soon enough," he stated jostling my cage slightly as I become drowsy in it, I startle awake for a moment glaring at him. "Is rude to fall asleep when someone's talkin' to ya."

"No, what's real rude…" I yawn half way through my sentence the drugs are really startin' to take effect now, I stumble back and forth as I try to keep awake. "is kidnappin' someone!"

"Now see, that's the talk that really pisses me off," the man stated voice growing slightly deeper and far more threatenin'. I back away as far as I'm able from him in my confinement as he draws me up to look into his eyes. "Learn your place animal."

"This is a bitchin' match yer gonna lose…" I growl lowly in my throat and that's when he launches my cage sending me flying feet a head of him. I can't believe it but it becomes more believable when the side of my face smashes against the bares of the cage as it meets the ground. The rest of me crumbles against the cage, my body positioned in all the angles the cage is. I'm pretty sure my shoulder's knocked outta place already. Dirt and dust fly into my eyes and I cough weakly darkness creeping in the sides of my vision. I watch as his boot rests on the top of my cage and I managed to weakly lift my head up before uttering the word, "Bastard…"

After that darkness.

My eyes burn as I blink, a bright light causing me to squint my eyes before I go untimely blind. No, I'm not blind…someone turned the bright light off. Least they were being courteous right now, though I ain't sure how long that's gonna last.

"Terribly sorry good sir!" a sophisticated voice stated and I looked around warily wiling my freakin' eyes to adjust. Where the hell was I anyway? An where did Sparky go? Or cream puff, which ever, he's Sparky now for freakin' electrocuting me. "I hardly ever get time to read, and well, that's the only light. Horridly bright, no?"

When my eyes fully adjusted I was shocked to find a labbit before me, I'd always known them as extinct since coming here.

His rabbit like ears twitched at me and his large black eyes tinted with green, blinked several times before a smile creaked across his face. He wore a very tattered sweater, the colors faded to a very musty looking brown and his lemur tail waved out just under the hem of his sweater his rabbit like feet sprouting from the large sweater. The smile only widened as he gazed at me.

Did I have something on my face? I was surprised when he threw the book to the floor and wrapped his arms around me, his face pressed against my shoulder, thankfully the uninjured one.

"I haven't had a room mate in ages!" I heard him sob, okay I need my space! I shove him backwards but not enough to hurt him. He seems embarrassed scratching the back of his dirty blond locks his sandy brown cheeks dusted with crimson as his embarrassment surfaces fully. "Sorry, I lost my sense. They've kept me in here for quite some time. For some reason they're disturbed by my wanting to read."

"Why do they care if you read?" I asked seriously curious. Gee I know I don't read all that much, hardly ever cause of all the missions we have to do 24/7, but why would they think it weird for him wantin' to read? The labbit was quick to retrieve his book, clutching it firmly to his chest he looked to the floor examining his feet, not willing to look me in th' eyes.

"They find it indecent for an animal to wish to read, it's too human for them so they shun it with much disgust." My jaw about hit the ground at hearing this. Too human? What was wrong with an intelligent animal acting human and showing some sign of being brainy? A rock planted itself firmly into my stomach as my throat dried up, this was going to be hell…

"Well they can't get anymore bastardly than that," I remark distastefully, scowling as I crossed my arms. I decided to introduce myself then, might as well be nice to my only possible ally. "Th' name's Daxter, yours?"

"Kitchi," he stated pleasantly, grinning from ear to ear. "Pleasure to meet you Daxter."

"Yea, yea, so how th' hell do we get outta here?" His ears drooped and I watched him sit the book down gently on the floor. He faced me and pointed upwards, there was a window, wide open and just beginnin' to get climbed through.

Though it was far too high for either of us to reach I realized with a sinking heart. Far too high. Why the hell was it in here for? Kitchi seemed to understand what I was thinking.

"They do it because they think it's funny." I got my answer but that leaves me only ten times more confused. He too looked longingly at the window before locking eyes with me. "They like to watch prisoners on the brink of insanity in particular, try to escape. Making fools of themselves as they scramble up the wall in desperation."

The more and more I hear, the more and more this place just sucks. Before we can talk anymore a door, far too big and heavy for either of us to move aside opens, scrapping against the floor with an eerie shrieking noise. My ears twitched before I slammed my hands down on my ears almost wringing them out. At least if I was deaf I wouldn't hear that annoying sound.

Ah an there's Sparky bringing light from the outside which is freakin' bright! A scowl is already forming across my face, oooo, Sparky you've pissed me off in the first thirty minutes since I've known you. You win the new record of becoming the fastest jackass on Orange Lightning's list! I'm gonna get you a mother f'n cake for the celebration, and a knuckle sandwich too…

That regal look is so unbecoming of you Sparky. All he does is strut up to us, his eyes icy but a clear joyful smile on his face. His fake cheer is unsettling, he seems to be enjoying all of this a bit too much. "Time to go," he stated grinning toothily his teeth looking strangely sharper than a normal human's…

An he's talking about me, oh boy. Pain and torture devices awaiting me, yay! I can hardly contain my excitement. Mmm is that big enough for an ottsel to squeeze through? I wonder faintly as I notice he's left the door slightly open. I probably would bolt right this moment, the thing is however I have no idea where I'm at and how the hell I can get out…not yet, but soon. It'll have to be soon if I expect to survive.

I'm quickly restrained by that retarded noose, and jerked along roughly as he strides off. He towers over me his strides long and quick, I'm mostly being dragged along by him. Kit is left behind, cowering where he stands, the fear that's radiating off o' him is thick, I betcha I coulda cut it with a knife if I wanted, and if I had a knife. Course if I had a knife this would be a totally different situation. Do I hear a Kill Bill theme coming on?

I'm quickly thrown into a chair, just my size too, as if they've been…expecting…I gulp…me. Two people their faces shadowed by the bright lights around us are quick to latch me into the chair.

"So do I get a complementary barf bag on this ride?" I growl eyes narrowed to slits and glaring at the people around me. Heart attack! That thing came out of flippin' nowhere! It slammed down on my mouth, locking it in place. A…a muzzle? I'm no animal! Bad argument I know! I know! But I was a human once, I don't think like an animal, I just look like one!

My voice is muffled by the muzzle and instinctively I pull against my restraints, panic suddenly causing my heart to pump rapidly. I really am gonna have a heart attack!

Sparky suddenly decides to spin me around, the chair spinning rapidly on its axis. The world around me becomes a blur until he slams his hand down on the top of the chair stopping it. In that same movement he pulls the chair down so I'm laying out straight, still struggling but ten times dizzier.

I can't speak, but I do manage a groan through the muzzle. He seems to take sincere enjoyment out of that sound, sicko…

My body tenses as I feel soft fingers trail down my side, and I see Sparky kneeling next to the chair, running his hands through my fur in odd fascination like a kid petting a crocadog for the first time. I wriggle uncomfortably, animal yes, but still human on the inside. This guy is a total pedophile! Course I doubt he knows how old I am and I'm pretty positive he doesn't care neither.

He quickly plucks a few strands of my orange fur from my side, causing me to become even less comfortable. Cause y'know I was already real comfortable before now, the hospitality here is real swell! Restraints and muzzles for everyone, what more could you ask for? The guy hands off my fur, allowing an assistant to put it into a bottle and take it away someplace out of my line of vision. What the hell?

"Now, my furry little companion, I want to ask you something before we begin our program…" Programs weren't ever good…nothing ever good came from the word program, at least most o' the time any how. He quickly clicks something on my muzzle and it opens very slightly, allowing me to speak I guess. "A head shake will suffice, I don't' want you talking." He says that as if it's a bad thing if I talk. I grin mostly on the inside cause of this stupid muzzle, looks like I know how to piss Sparky off now. Tee hee! An talking is something I'm good at. My voice was muffled but I managed to speak.

"Gee, no talking I don't know if I-" I cut off on a scream as electricity pumped through my body at high voltage. "AAAAGH!"

"No, talking!" he snarled removing the tazer from my side. Where the hell did that come from? Didn't see it before…my mind's numb agh…he must have a whole bag o' goodies…greaaaat…"Now first off, what the hell are you exactly?"

That's not a mother f'n yes or no question you dumbass! I hiss inside my head because honestly I don't want to get another dose of shock therapy from psycho man! The tazer crackles to life and I fear he's going to stick me with it again, but he doesn't just waves it in front of my face.

"Answer the question…" he grinned happily. The tazor causing my fur to rise simply from the static electricity.

"You told me not to spea-" I screamed out in agony as he hit me with the tazor, in the same spot again. My skin burns and my fur is annihilated by the raising heat of the electricity jolting through me. What the hell? My head falls limply back, my eyes drooping in pain and exhaustion. I just can't keep my head up with the combined weight of th' pain and muzzle. A low whimper sounds form my throat and he chuckles stroking my brow tenderly.

"It's a no win situation my friend," he whispers into my ear stroking my cheek, my teeth instinctively bare themselves in a snarl, but my eyes are wide in fear. "No matter what you do, you'll be subjected to pain. Do you know why?"

I could only muster something bordering on a whimper and a growl as he released my head allowing it to fall back onto the hard chair, causing a headache to grow in the back of my head.

"Because you're a freak of nature…" he hissed before I was released from my restraints. Anyone in their right mind would have bolted then, and I was in my right mind albeit dulled now by pain, but those people in their right minds hadn't been electrocuted twice by a sadistic man. I didn't feel like going for a third right now.

As I'm lifted up by my scruff and taken back down to my cell, thrown in like a bag of trash, and having Kit rush to my side worried. I know one thing for sure, there is no kindness in this place. Not for freaks like us…

Now we're introducing Kitchi, a little friend for Daxter, who will hopefully keep our orange ball of fluff from cracking under the pressure.