Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Jak and Daxter or any of Naughty Dogs games.
I woke sometime during the midnight hours. My elongated ears kept picking up the faintest sounds viberating from somewhere down that long, dirty, infested hall that I'd been dragged down the day before. It sounded like...footsteps. A wave a sheer panic filled my very soul as I lay perfectly still on the cold cemented ground. I could almost hear my own heart racing as I forced my eyes shut. I was too scared to breathe at all. Carefully, I rested my head in a sideways posistion upon the cement, trying to hear better. They were getting closer. There demons is what they are. The demons were getting ever so closer towards my "cell" in which I lay, ready to murder me of all my life.
If I could talk I'd be wispering to myself, trying to calm down. All that came out was a faint wimper. Eyes stung with tears as I finally gave up and curled up into the tightest ball I could manage. *Please, please leave me alone.* Was all I thought as I gave a loud, ragged breathe. I winced as I felt them draw completely near. They are staring down at me now. That's what they are doing. Oh, God please help me.
My body gave into violent convulsions as I heard the most frightning sound I'll ever hear: The sound of my cell door being jerked open. It was all over. I was dead. One of the men gave me a harsh kick with the toe of his boot. My skin gave way like a wet tissue as I felt something sharp tear into the meat of my back. He probably had spikes on his shoes. A loud groan parted my shaking lips as I rolled over, finally facing them.
All I saw was a massive blurr of greenish blue swirls. Reality was a slurring, swinging motion as my vision slowly came back into focus. I saw them now for the first time, but it wasn't going to be my last, oh no it wasn't. This man had a huge two-toned moustache and a huge goatee. Half of his face was machanical, and he carried a sword with him. (it was in it's holster at the time) This demonic menicing look was in his eyes. These eyes that, I swear, they seemed to have never known any other emotion. Totally lost in that angery glare that had forever been fixed upon his face.
My eyelids fall down suddenly, covering my azure eyes. Hiding me from their sadistic gaze. I felt a harsh blow connect suddenly with my tired face. My head hung to one side as I felt the front of my shirt collar being gripped. Whoever it was jerked me up to my feet. That was a failure as my knees just lost all contact with my legs, making them like jelly, unable to move. I slumped down with my eyes sill closed. I felt my feet stagger against the cold floor. Another loud groan passed from me as I felt another blow contacted with my, already beaten, face.
I then heard a snarling voice. "Wake up!" It couldn't have come from that big tall guy. Must have been the...other guy. What was his name. Uh..Oh. I then opened my eyes as far as they would allow, which was not much at all. I then got a decent look at this man. He seemed taller then me, but shorter then the Baron. In his other hand lay a pistol. I wouldn't have been surprised if he shot me on the spot. His face held a snarling glare, a look that told me certin death awaited me if I didn't obey. I quickly stood up as best as I could, though I slumped a little from being in that cramped cell.
"Erol, go ahead and get everything setup..." I then learned that this guy's name was Erol. I never forgot it.
With a insane, twisted smirk upon his face, Erol rammed his pistol dead into my back. I thought I would pass out. Ears twitched as I heard him mutter something into a speaker. It was too faint to tell what it was. Just then, a Hell load of gaurds came bursting out from everywhere, guns in hand. They all quickly rushed at me. A death glare in their eyes. One of them tackled me hard, bringing me skidding onto the ground. While on the ground I got a good look of this place. Blood stained every part of it and it was almost too dark to tell where you were. I felt the weight on top of me increase as my head was rammed into the ground. I grunted with effort as I tried to fight them off, but there were too many. I soon found out the hard way what Erol had done. They had bound my hands and feet together, with just enough room in the feet to let me walk. The gaurds then left as Erol jerked me back up, the world was spinning.
All I heard was the sound of our own footsteps as I was forced to walk down a long, dark hallway. My nose wrinkled as it seemed awful rank in here. the stench was enough to make anyone pass out. That same wave of terror broke over me as my eyes widend like dinner plates, even larger I think. My whole body felt disconnected as I stood there quivering, staring in fright at what awaited me. No, I did not want to go there, no. I began to plead and beg loudly s I then realized what my purpose was in this "city" A river of tears flooded my eyes as it was all true. They were going to torture me.
[A/N:Please forgive the lateness of my update. ;)]
Disclaimer: I don't own Jak and Daxter or any of Naughty Dogs games.
I woke sometime during the midnight hours. My elongated ears kept picking up the faintest sounds viberating from somewhere down that long, dirty, infested hall that I'd been dragged down the day before. It sounded like...footsteps. A wave a sheer panic filled my very soul as I lay perfectly still on the cold cemented ground. I could almost hear my own heart racing as I forced my eyes shut. I was too scared to breathe at all. Carefully, I rested my head in a sideways posistion upon the cement, trying to hear better. They were getting closer. There demons is what they are. The demons were getting ever so closer towards my "cell" in which I lay, ready to murder me of all my life.
If I could talk I'd be wispering to myself, trying to calm down. All that came out was a faint wimper. Eyes stung with tears as I finally gave up and curled up into the tightest ball I could manage. *Please, please leave me alone.* Was all I thought as I gave a loud, ragged breathe. I winced as I felt them draw completely near. They are staring down at me now. That's what they are doing. Oh, God please help me.
My body gave into violent convulsions as I heard the most frightning sound I'll ever hear: The sound of my cell door being jerked open. It was all over. I was dead. One of the men gave me a harsh kick with the toe of his boot. My skin gave way like a wet tissue as I felt something sharp tear into the meat of my back. He probably had spikes on his shoes. A loud groan parted my shaking lips as I rolled over, finally facing them.
All I saw was a massive blurr of greenish blue swirls. Reality was a slurring, swinging motion as my vision slowly came back into focus. I saw them now for the first time, but it wasn't going to be my last, oh no it wasn't. This man had a huge two-toned moustache and a huge goatee. Half of his face was machanical, and he carried a sword with him. (it was in it's holster at the time) This demonic menicing look was in his eyes. These eyes that, I swear, they seemed to have never known any other emotion. Totally lost in that angery glare that had forever been fixed upon his face.
My eyelids fall down suddenly, covering my azure eyes. Hiding me from their sadistic gaze. I felt a harsh blow connect suddenly with my tired face. My head hung to one side as I felt the front of my shirt collar being gripped. Whoever it was jerked me up to my feet. That was a failure as my knees just lost all contact with my legs, making them like jelly, unable to move. I slumped down with my eyes sill closed. I felt my feet stagger against the cold floor. Another loud groan passed from me as I felt another blow contacted with my, already beaten, face.
I then heard a snarling voice. "Wake up!" It couldn't have come from that big tall guy. Must have been the...other guy. What was his name. Uh..Oh. I then opened my eyes as far as they would allow, which was not much at all. I then got a decent look at this man. He seemed taller then me, but shorter then the Baron. In his other hand lay a pistol. I wouldn't have been surprised if he shot me on the spot. His face held a snarling glare, a look that told me certin death awaited me if I didn't obey. I quickly stood up as best as I could, though I slumped a little from being in that cramped cell.
"Erol, go ahead and get everything setup..." I then learned that this guy's name was Erol. I never forgot it.
With a insane, twisted smirk upon his face, Erol rammed his pistol dead into my back. I thought I would pass out. Ears twitched as I heard him mutter something into a speaker. It was too faint to tell what it was. Just then, a Hell load of gaurds came bursting out from everywhere, guns in hand. They all quickly rushed at me. A death glare in their eyes. One of them tackled me hard, bringing me skidding onto the ground. While on the ground I got a good look of this place. Blood stained every part of it and it was almost too dark to tell where you were. I felt the weight on top of me increase as my head was rammed into the ground. I grunted with effort as I tried to fight them off, but there were too many. I soon found out the hard way what Erol had done. They had bound my hands and feet together, with just enough room in the feet to let me walk. The gaurds then left as Erol jerked me back up, the world was spinning.
All I heard was the sound of our own footsteps as I was forced to walk down a long, dark hallway. My nose wrinkled as it seemed awful rank in here. the stench was enough to make anyone pass out. That same wave of terror broke over me as my eyes widend like dinner plates, even larger I think. My whole body felt disconnected as I stood there quivering, staring in fright at what awaited me. No, I did not want to go there, no. I began to plead and beg loudly s I then realized what my purpose was in this "city" A river of tears flooded my eyes as it was all true. They were going to torture me.
[A/N:Please forgive the lateness of my update. ;)]