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A delay in updates... Hehehe... This was just sitting there waiting to get typed up... Finally did it.. So no reviews again, but I will go on.. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Jak had been inside the hideout for close to an hour, when he decided to go outside. "Torn!" When no one answered, he wondered where the man was. Scanning the deserted alleyway, he found no one was there. "Torn, where did you go?" He screamed falling do his knees. Tears started to come to his hues as, they started to flow out of him, running rivers down his cheeks. "Why don't you love me?"

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Sig made his way down the streets slowly, trying to locate Jak. Damas had told him to and he followed the orders of his ruler. "Jak?" The wastelander called out, walking through the part of the city the Underground was located in. Turning a corner, he walked down it and right into Jak. "Hey Chili Pepper what's wrong?" The wastelander asked, kneeling next to Jak and poking him. "And where is the other Cherry?"

The blonde sniffled at the mention of his lover. Thinking about the wastelander's question, he cried harder, when a new wave tears hit him. "Torn…" His speech was barely audible. "Left without telling me." Not sure he could cope, he jumped onto Sig, burying his face into the other's armor. "Does this mean he doesn't love me?" He mumbled.

"So sad…" Sig responded as he wrapped his around the other. "I don't know, Jak. Maybe he is planning something?" The wastelander asked, lifting Jak up, carrying him inside the Underground. "He is probably is there waiting for you." He offered, smiling. Entering the Underground, he placed the body onto the nearest bed, then sat down next to the blonde.

The hero shook his head, trying to explain the situation. "He came out of here.." He started to cry again. Damning hormones to the furthest reaches of heaven and hell, he tried to lay down and calm down. "I was standing here and he never came back." Finishing his sentence, he wiped away the last of his tears.

"Well then…" The wastelander thought for a moment, before moving to stand up. Rubbing his head, he grabbed the Peacemaker. "Just wait here…" He muttered, before walking out, getting ready to Peace Maker some Krimzon Guard.

"Okay." Jak called out to the air. Leaning against the wall, he waited for Sig to come back.

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Erol walked into the new lab that served for the dark warrior project experiments. 'This is going to be fun.' He thought, excited. Making his way to the back table, he looked at the body, ready to start. "Ready to start?" Making his way over to a computer, he pressed some buttons.

"What the hell are you doing?" The red head demanded, as he raised his head up to watch the commander. Glaring at the man, he stopped figuring it would do him no good. Opening his mouth, he muttered something, but it didn't carry over. "I will kick you ass Erol." He hissed, long ears twitching.

The commander held back the laugh that was ready to erupt at the sentence. He was determined not to fail this experiment like he had with Jak. "What am I doing? Well that is for me to know, and you to find out… If you live." Pressing a big red button, he watched as a tile pulled back, letting a large metal need unfold. "This should hurt, but don't worry if you live the pain will get worse." This time the commander laughed, as he watched the needle full of dark eco inch closer to its target.

"God, you are crazy." Torn blinked, as he watched the needle. Swallowing hard, he never moved his gaze. His mind wandered, as he tried to think of ways Erol learned how to use the device.

Erol shrugged at the words, letting them roll off of him. "I get that a lot." Leaning against the console, he watched the needle puncture the other's skin, injecting the lethal fluid. He whistled as the man before him screamed. A sure sign that he would live through the treatment.

"Damn," he whispered. "He'll make it." Slightly depressed, the commander focused on the scene, watching the needle finish emptying the contents of the liquid into the other's arm, before pulling back, and retracting into the floor. "Does it hurt?"

Torn didn't respond, instead he sat there trying to regain a semi-normal breathing pattern. He growled, as the immense pain ate at him. Surprised he was alive, the red head felt jolts as the dark eco ran through his body. Sticking his tongue out, he bit down on it.

The red head's throat was raw from screaming, which only added to the pain he was feeling. "I'm going to… Kill you…" He breathed lowly, sweat dripping down his body.

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A few days later…

Erol walked into the cell that his ex-lover was residing in. Knocking on the door, he walked inside, taking an immense joy out of seeing the exhausted man, lying on the bed. "Having fun?"

The red head said nothing. Rolling over onto his side, he shook his head. His hair was a mess. The dreadlocks had nearly fallen free from all the injections and the strings that held it together were lost. His hair was sprawled out around him, as he kept his gaze on Erol.

The commander walked forward, watching the other. "Don't be like that… It's time for another round of eco." He grinned, ready to drag the man over if he needed to.

"You are stupid…" He spat, before propping himself up on his arms. Some of his loose hair fell into his face, as he glared at the other. "It hasn't worked the past four fucking days. How about I strap you to a table and then inject you with a purple fluid?" He asked, moving to slide off the bed, before charging at the other and slamming him against one of the walls. "Hmm? Better yet, I'll get an iron rod and shove it up your ass…," he hissed.

Erol raised an eyebrow at the last idea, aroused by it. "You promise." He waited to see if the other would react like he would have back when he was in the Krimzon Guard. Wild and angry, venting at whatever was near him. He liked the abuse, he wouldn't make excuses for it.

Torn snorted, before letting him go. As he dropped the other, he brought a knee up, hitting the other hard in the crotch. Stepping back, he brushed the hair out of his face, as he watched Erol. He could feel something inside of him changing.

Bending over, the commander watched the other with glee. He knew that the experiments were working. "Let's go." Standing up straight, he cuffed the other behind the back, walking out of the cell and to the room where he conducted his experiments.

"Get off of me!" The red head yelled, as he started to struggle against his captor. With his hands cuffed, it did nothing. "Are you trying to kill me? If so, why not just do it?" He asked, looking to the other.

The commander laughed at the comment. "Kill you? You must truly be going mad." Not saying anything about his true intentions, he threw the man onto the metal table. He cuffed his arms and legs with minimal effort. "Get ready." He grinned, walking back to the large red button. Pressing it, he sat back, ready to watch the other.

When the needle was poke into his skin, Torn's body convulsed. His back arched up, hues going wide and completely blank. Opening his mouth a loud anguish-filled scream emerged from his body, as he fought against the restraints. His efforts were in vain, as the eco was pumped into him.

Erol watch until the eco was gone, and the needle retracted back to its original position. "Ahh… what fun?" He pushed himself off the computer, making his way over to Torn, when he heard footsteps. "Looks like Ashelin finally wants to see you, don't disappoint." The man leaned forward, givining the other a quick peck on the lip.

"Disappoint how…?" Torn panted, breathing heavily. His body hurt and he wondered if the treatment would kill him in the end. The last person, he wanted to see was Ashelin. Groaning in pain, he turned his head to the side, closing his hues.

The new ruler walked inside ready to see the progress. Looking at the pathetic man on her table, brought out a cruel laughter. "How is it going?" She asked her employee. She faintly heard a pain filled groan come from over at the table.

Erol rubbed his chin, not sure of what to say. He was sure his subject had the darkness growing inside of him, but it needed to break free. Grinning, he thought of a way. "I promise by tomorrow you will have your dark warrior." He watched the woman, walk away without a second glance.

With the woman gone, he thought back to his plan. It would begin shortly. Whistling, he proceeded to release the restraints, cuffing the red head when he was standing. Leading the other back to the room, he left him there for a moment.

Once inside the room, Torn turned to look at the other. "Are you going to uncuff me?" He asked, though one could see his anger.

"Nope." The commander would come back after he ate.

The red head watched him leave, before snorting. "Ass." He grumbled, moving to sit down on the bed. He mumbled incoherent things to himself, as he glared at the door.

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An hour later…

Walking inside the cell block the commander burped. Patting his full stomach, he put his plan into action. Padding softly up to his experiment's cell door, he let it open. He crept inside, unsure of what to expect.

Torn was asleep on the bed. He was snoring softly, apparently in a deep sleep.

Erol was glad that his victim was asleep. Walking over, he was careful not to make any noise. He noticed that the handcuffs were still attached to the other's wrists. 'This will make life easier.' Letting his gloved hand hover above the other's shoulder, he thought of what he would do. Done with the dilemma, he pushed, rolling the other onto his stomach. "Torn." He cooed softly, hoping it would be enough to wake the project up.

Torn opened his hues tiredly, as he looked to Erol, thinking nothing of the voice. "Erol?" He asked. His thoughts ran back to when he was in the Krimzon guard. Waking up, he glared at the other. "Erol! We already did the experiments!" He hissed.

The commander laughed, at the response he received. "Now, now this has nothing to do with the experiments." Leaning forward, he placed his lips on the confused man's, taking the opportunity to start his plan. 'This will be the best fuck of my life.' He thought to himself, as he tried to pry the other's lips open with his tongue.

Torn was uncomfortable. He had no idea what was going on. Closing his hues, he growled to the man, who was trying to dominate him. He tried to break away, but failed.

The commander pulled away, when he didn't get what he wanted. He looked down at the man, and evil glint in his hues. "You don't want to have fun, Torn?" He tilted his head to the side, trying to look innocent, though it didn't work quite work well.

"Fuck you.." Torn responded, as he moved himself up with extended effort. Managing to sit up, he glared at Erol, before spitting at him. Backing up into a corner, one leg raised and bent at the knee, the other flat on the ground. "Go suck Ashelin's cock, because you get off on it!"

The commander shrugged, not offended by the words. In fact, he had done it before, and boy it was fun. "No can do Tornie." He advanced on his prey, stalking him out, waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce. Placing a hand on the other's bent leg, he tested Torn, wondering what the reaction would be.

Torn used his other leg to kick him in the stomach, he moved out of the way. He kicked the other again, before using the wall and his legs to stand up. "This sucks…" He grumbled, before slipping out of the room, and starting to run through the cell holding block. "Die Erol!" He yelled behind him.

Groaning, the man pulled himself up, grinning at the challenge. The man would die before getting out. Rushing after the red head, he stopped, pressing a button on one of the consoles. An alarm went off, before the doors to the cell block shut closed, leaving only the two occupants, with no way out. "You're trapped now, Tornie." He scanned his surroundings, looking for his prey. Stepping forward, he started to call out the other's name. "Tornie!"

"Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… Why didn't I kill him before?" Torn asked himself, resting his head against a wall. Turning around, he slid down the surface, looking before him. He sat as h had before, waiting.

It didn't take long for Erol to find the kicked puppy. "Giving up so soon?" He asked, mock sadness, dripping from every word. He expected a fighter, what fun was someone who just gave up. Shrugging, he closed the gap between the two, placing a hand on the other's shoulder. He pushed the red head back forcefully, watching the other hit the ground, with a loud smack on the back of his head. "Time to have fun." Taking no chances, he sat down on the other, straddling him.


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