Summary: He didn't accept it. The fact that if he took one wrong step he could become an ottsel. He did accept it. And Jak stayed alive. Sequel to "Black Truth."
In which Jak is pissed, before getting mildly mad, and then decides to not cooperate.
In which Torn is demanding.
In which Vin is scared.
In which Erol is...what is he?
I don't own.
Once again dedicated to Rin-neechan, who gave me inspiration for this chapter, too.
"Look up prisoner 4957." That was Jak's identification number, right? He found it on those-those rags in his pack, so that must be it...
Vin jumped, mildly hyperventilating before his startled eyes looked to his immediate area.
"Don't do that!" He shrieked before adding a 'sorry, no can do'.
"What do you mean you can't!?" Did the prison warden change his numbers?! Was his best man dead!? Whatever it was, it was his fault...
The paranoid man startled. "Th-the Baron's prison sy-system is the second most c-compli-icated system I've ever seen! I ca-can't hack into it without the sp-spy ware off and..."
'I should've gone with him...' Torn thought 'Not that I would've done anything...'
You could've at least gotten captured instead, you liar!
'But the Underground...'
Can live without you! Jak does every thing useful. All you do is point where to go!
So it was his fault. His mistake.
So he'll fix it.
Vin gulped and stuttered his words as he watched Torn draw his gun and load it. Once his gun was at the ready he aimed it directly at Vin's temple with his finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.
"Vin, buddy. We're friends, right? As a friend, you should tell me how to turn it off. Something bad might happen if you don't…"
The considerably older man 'eeped', backing into his controls, before answering.
"A-a swit-switch! I-in th-the Wast-astelands! B-but yo-you are-are'nt go-going the-there, r-right?"
Torn simply cocked his gun.
"Wrong."
This was his only chance for redemption.
"Now, tell me where it is."
"Now, now Eco Freak: We can do this the easy way or the hard way."
Wow. Look how many choices he gave him. He'll go with other.
So, using the power of his now bloodied lip and spit (accompanied by his now uncovered face), Jak spit on Erol. The reaction…wasn't pleasant.
"Arrgh! Precursors fucking damn it!" Heh he. Bull's-eye. Or rather, Erol's-eye.
"You better be behaving by the time I get back Eco Freak! Else I report you to the Baron."
Jak merely chuckled—then grimaced. The first few punches were painful, (and he had Dark Eco treatments. He wouldn't recommend them to the biggest masochist in the world) but after awhile, it numbed. But, unfortunately for him, it didn't last.
Erol punched fucking hard!
But Jak bet he could punch harder.
"You better be behaving by the time I get back Eco Freak! Else I report you to the Baron."
Yeah right. Like Jak, future destroyer of the bastard, who behave to someone who served said bastard.
Wait a second…"Else I report you to the Baron."
Didn't the Baron already know?
--------With Erol
Damn that freak! Damn him, damn him, damn hi—arg!
'My eye! It burns!'
Clutching his spit-upon eye, Erol stumbled to the bathroom and looked up.
There was nothing wrong with him, except, oh, I don't know, a sever burn where the idiotic—idiotic thing spit on him!
Gathering water from the tap, the red-haired commander furiously scrubbed at the (imperfection, get it off of me!)mark, (ignoring the pain, ignoring the searing pain) hoping it wouldn't leave a scar. After he was sure it (what was that? What was that!? What was that!?) was gone, he looked up and sighed. All that was there was red, irritated skin centered around his eye. Which lead to an important question: What did that eco freak do!?
"That freak will pay!" Yes, pay indeed. That Dark Eco Freak—
Wait! Dark Eco…His blood must be saturated in it! It was diluted with the saliva too…
Erol looked up at his throbbing pink eye. He could imagine what pure Dark Eco injections must feel like.
But he didn't want to.
Half-heartedly punching the marble, Erol walked out the room.
After all, a dead, starved, most likely infected prisoner wasn't a useful prisoner.
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