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Warnings: swearing (lot more words this time) no yaoi in this chapter though.
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A/N: Well would you look at that. I actually put up a second chapter to one of my stories (god, I'm such a procrastinator.) I apologize for how long it took me to update, but work has been hell (boss is on vacation, lucky bastard.) And I've been remodeling my room (yippy.) So my brain hasn't exactly been in a writing mode. Anyhoo, enough of the bitching and on with the story. And, as always, R&R please, and I'll love you forever.
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The throne room door swung open, allowing Erol to exit, and he looked ready to do murder. The hour long discussion that he just had with the Baron wasn't much of a discussion; it was more like a bitching session. Why wasn't the Tomb of Mar found? Where is Mar's heir? When is the next shipment of eco due to arrive? Why this? Why that? And Erol had stand there the whole fucking time like a good solder. Maybe he should start wearing a collar with a tag that said 'Baron's Lapdog.'
Besides, it was Ashelin's job to locate Mar's Tomb, why wasn't she getting bitched at?
Erol strode down the hallway, the guards at the end saluting him as he passed. He didn't even spare them a glance as he went. The guards looked over at one another before shrugging. "Wonder what crawled up his ass?" One muttered thinking that the Commander was out of ear shot. He thought wrong. He let out a startled yelp as Erol's foot slammed into the back of his knee, sending him to the floor. His partner staying well away from the pair, knowing what would happen if he tried to stop the Commander.
Erol may be smaller than most of the KGs, but that didn't mean shit when he was pissed. His fiery temper combine with his aggressive and sadistic nature made for a lethal mix. He would do things that many, if not all, solders would never even dream of doing, much less attempt.
Erol reached down and took hold of the solder's helmet and pulled him back. "What was that!?" He hissed in the guard's ear. He was already in a bad mood, and he wasn't about to take shit from a subordinate.
"No-Nothing Sir…I mean, I'm sorry Sir. I didn't mean it." The KG stuttered. He was suddenly wishing he was somewhere else right now. He would rather take on a whole army of Metal Heads than have to deal with Erol.
"Then why did you say it?" Erol snapped.
The solder swallowed the lump in his throat. "I don't know Sir. I guess I wasn't thinking."
"No shit!"
"It won't happen again Sir."
Erol opened his mouth to spit another insult at the frightened solder; but paused when he heard the throne room doors open. Ashelin stood in the doorway looking at the group, a frown set on her face. Erol cursed to himself. He may not have been in the mood to put up with insolent solder, but he was defiantly not in any mood to deal with Ashelin, especially after he had just got done being reamed by her father.
Erol growled as leaned towards the guard, his eyes still on Ashelin. "For your sake, it better not." He whispered venomously. That said, he released the guard and stood, giving the Baron's daughter one last glance before turning and leaving.
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Jak stirred in his sleep, his whole body was now one dull ache, and he was finding it hard to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Not that he was getting much anyway. He finally settled on his back, his eyes gazing listlessly at the cold metal ceiling, his mind wandering. He suddenly began to wonder when Erol was going to be back. The Commander said he would after all, though he hadn't specified when.
Jak's eyes widened and he shook his head when he realized he was thinking about the racer. Why the hell did he care about when Erol was going to come back? Aside from the sadistic pleasure he got from making Jak suffer, the Commander didn't seem to care about him, so why should he care about Erol? Perhaps it was the coldness Jak had seen in the Commander's eyes earlier. Jak had to admit that a small part of him wanted to know what had happened to Erol.
Jak jumped when he heard the cell door open.
He was half expecting Erol to walk through the door, but it wasn't. Instead, two guards entered. He scrambled away from them as they approached him. He knew all to well why they where there.
"Get over here, you little brat!" The first guard barked as he reached for Jak.
Jak jumped clear of the first guard only to land none-to-gently in the arms of the second.
"Gotcha!" He growled, as he tightly held the squirming boy.
They exited Jak's cell and headed towards a platform at the center of the prison, where a large figure stood waiting for them. Jak recognized the figure as the Baron, the man he despised the most. He was looking over the massive machine as Jak and the guards approached.
"Sir, we brought the boy as you instructed." The guard carrying Jak said.
The Baron turned as the guard spoke, his one good eye glaring down at the blonde. "Excellent." He said, as a cruel smile crept across his face. "Strap him to the chair and leave us."
"Yes Sir." The guard said and did as the Baron ordered.
"Are we ready for another treatment?" The Baron said as he approached a small control console and began pressing buttons and flicking switches.
Jak struggled against his bonds, as the machine hummed to life. He could hear the dark eco crackling within its metal confines. Jak whimpered, his struggles becoming more frantic. The Baron smirked and flicked one final switch.
The dark eco surged forward with long talons of energy seeking to bury themselves within their trapped pray. Jak squeezed his eyes shut as he arched his back off the chair, a pain filled cry escaping his throat as the eco tore through him.
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Another Metal Head target exploded, pieces of it scattering in all directions.
Erol loaded another clip of ammo into his gun and fired at the next set of targets that popped up. It wasn't his preferred way to blow off steam, but it was better than nothing.
He would rather be racing around one of the stadium's race tracks at break-neck speeds, but his hoverbike was in the shop and he hated renting one. Not that he would have to, he was the Commander of the Krimzon Guard, and Haven City's champion racer after all; it was just the fact that all the rental hoverbikes were pieces of crap, and, as far as Erol was concerned, weren't worth the metal they were made of.
He discarded another spent cartridge and was about to load a fresh one, but an all-to-familiar scream reached his ears causing him to pause. "What the hell?" He murmured as he turned, ignoring the targets that moved behind him. There was no testing scheduled tonight. And if there was, the Baron never did it without Erol around. So what the hell was the Baron doing running an unscheduled test on the boy?
The boy's screams echoed through the shooting range again.
"Fuck!" Erol snarled as he shoved his gun back in its holster and stormed out of the shooting range.
If this night got any worse he was defiantly going to kill someone.
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Yay!!! Chapter two is finally finished. For a while there nothing was coming to me, I was beginning to think I was never going to get this chapter up. I should have more Erol/Jak in the next chapter. And as for the next chapters to Winner's Circle and Roommates…I am drawing a complete blank on those--; (my muse is slacking terribly.) Anyway, give me feedback, please!!!