Torture
Disclaimer: I don't own Jak2 in any way. It ALL belongs to Naughty Dog. ;)
My body hit the hard floor with a loud "thud". I groaned softly as my head starined to maove from the hard conflict upon the concrete ground. Where was I? This wasn't my home by any means. I lay on the ground for I don't know how long before attempting a decent move. Eyelids fluttered open slightly. Suddenly, I heard something that sounded like metal contact with the, now bloodtstained, ground. It was a metal pipe. "Ok, I swear, that's the last time I ever, EVER touch any stupid Precursor crap!" It was Daxter, my long-time friend. He used to be human like me, until he accidently fell into a large pool of Dark Eco. Now, he's a two-foot tall orange rodent. Daxter glanced over towards me. He must've sensed that I was hurt 'cause he ran over quickly, but before he could get one word out another voice spoke. This one sounded like it was coming from a radio, or walkie-talkie. It was. I finally strained my badly injured body to a standing posistion. My vision was still quite blurrly, but I could make out the person's frame. He stood a tad taller then me. His skin was of a lightly darker tone, as if he;d been outside more. Dark tatoos covered his eyes and ears. Who were these people? A worried look formed over my torn face as my eyes darted around fearfully. Since I couldn't talk, I just stood there. My vision finally come back into full focus as the slender man completed his walking towards me. He glared at me long and hard. He pulled my eyelids back, along with my lips so he could see my teeth. He probably thought I'd badly injured myself or something. I grunted as I jerked my head away from his hand, a look of hate already was present upon my face. The man, whose name I found out later was Erol, smirked at my actions.
"We've been waiting for you" He spoke suddenly. I almost didn't have time to hear him as another gaurd dressed a different type of armor wacked me upside the head with some sort of metal device. The last thing I heard was my pal, Daxter calling out, "Don't worry, Jak! I'll save you before ya know it!"
After a while I slowly came back to conciousness. I was being dragged down a long, dark hallway. Everything seemed to drip with nothing but the rusty stains of blood and some other substance. My whole body ached with this same throbbing pain as I was drug across the dusty floor like a rag doll. They didn't care, I knew they didn't. I strained my head to look around before a wincing groan of pain erupted from within me. I guess I didn' know the extent of my injures. I suddenly felt myself being hurled into a very small iron cage, almost like a dog would be. Inside, It was cramped and dreary. Two sides of the cage were nothing but steel walls, while the front was iron bars, just big enough to get some light (if any) and see through them. It was so small I had to remain on my hands and knees, for I couldn't stand up. My face was covered with dust, along with my arms and legs. I crawled towards the gaping bars of the cage, my stomach growling loudly for some food. Erol suddenly turned to face me. He must have heard me crawling like an animal in this cage. I stared up at him hopefully as another audible growl sounded from my stomach. Erol smirked wickedly as he spoke.
"What do you want?" He must have known that I couldn't talk, and just asked me as a sadistic way of teasing me. My mouth twitched madly as I forced it open, but no sound came out. I grunted with frustration as I lay against the cage wall. Erol's smirk grew as he continued to speak.
"Well, if you won't tell me then I can't help you" He turned and walked away, laughing sadisticly. I listened carefully untill his footsteps were out of earshot. Yawning, I curled up into a cramped ball, trying to lull myself into a, somewhat comfortable, sleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jak2 in any way. It ALL belongs to Naughty Dog. ;)
My body hit the hard floor with a loud "thud". I groaned softly as my head starined to maove from the hard conflict upon the concrete ground. Where was I? This wasn't my home by any means. I lay on the ground for I don't know how long before attempting a decent move. Eyelids fluttered open slightly. Suddenly, I heard something that sounded like metal contact with the, now bloodtstained, ground. It was a metal pipe. "Ok, I swear, that's the last time I ever, EVER touch any stupid Precursor crap!" It was Daxter, my long-time friend. He used to be human like me, until he accidently fell into a large pool of Dark Eco. Now, he's a two-foot tall orange rodent. Daxter glanced over towards me. He must've sensed that I was hurt 'cause he ran over quickly, but before he could get one word out another voice spoke. This one sounded like it was coming from a radio, or walkie-talkie. It was. I finally strained my badly injured body to a standing posistion. My vision was still quite blurrly, but I could make out the person's frame. He stood a tad taller then me. His skin was of a lightly darker tone, as if he;d been outside more. Dark tatoos covered his eyes and ears. Who were these people? A worried look formed over my torn face as my eyes darted around fearfully. Since I couldn't talk, I just stood there. My vision finally come back into full focus as the slender man completed his walking towards me. He glared at me long and hard. He pulled my eyelids back, along with my lips so he could see my teeth. He probably thought I'd badly injured myself or something. I grunted as I jerked my head away from his hand, a look of hate already was present upon my face. The man, whose name I found out later was Erol, smirked at my actions.
"We've been waiting for you" He spoke suddenly. I almost didn't have time to hear him as another gaurd dressed a different type of armor wacked me upside the head with some sort of metal device. The last thing I heard was my pal, Daxter calling out, "Don't worry, Jak! I'll save you before ya know it!"
After a while I slowly came back to conciousness. I was being dragged down a long, dark hallway. Everything seemed to drip with nothing but the rusty stains of blood and some other substance. My whole body ached with this same throbbing pain as I was drug across the dusty floor like a rag doll. They didn't care, I knew they didn't. I strained my head to look around before a wincing groan of pain erupted from within me. I guess I didn' know the extent of my injures. I suddenly felt myself being hurled into a very small iron cage, almost like a dog would be. Inside, It was cramped and dreary. Two sides of the cage were nothing but steel walls, while the front was iron bars, just big enough to get some light (if any) and see through them. It was so small I had to remain on my hands and knees, for I couldn't stand up. My face was covered with dust, along with my arms and legs. I crawled towards the gaping bars of the cage, my stomach growling loudly for some food. Erol suddenly turned to face me. He must have heard me crawling like an animal in this cage. I stared up at him hopefully as another audible growl sounded from my stomach. Erol smirked wickedly as he spoke.
"What do you want?" He must have known that I couldn't talk, and just asked me as a sadistic way of teasing me. My mouth twitched madly as I forced it open, but no sound came out. I grunted with frustration as I lay against the cage wall. Erol's smirk grew as he continued to speak.
"Well, if you won't tell me then I can't help you" He turned and walked away, laughing sadisticly. I listened carefully untill his footsteps were out of earshot. Yawning, I curled up into a cramped ball, trying to lull myself into a, somewhat comfortable, sleep.