WARNING! Yup another warning. More torture from Dark Jak. Might not be for the faint hearted! Like I said before, I don't know what you can handle but if you could handle last time I guess you could handle this time. It's just a little more intense because its with a bit more detail. If you don't want to read it just scroll ahead.

For those people who love blood and guts... enjoy!

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Jak looked at Daxter as he heard the clicking of guns. He knew he couldn't help Daxter, not this time. He felt weak and tired. Fatigued he brought his blue coloured eyes to Daxter's. Their eyes locked on.

"I'm sorry Dax" Jak said sadly feeling that he failed his friend

Daxter looked at Jak in a neutral expression but behind those eyes was something more. Jak frowned a bit wondering what was going on.

"Its ok Jak. Everything will be alright" Daxter comforted in a tone that was some what fake to him

Something was going on. Jak knew it but at the point of death there wasn't time to ask. Daxter laid his hand on Jak's arm as a sign of comfort.

Jak's eyes went wide and drew in a sharp breath. He felt it. He never felt such power in along time. The rushing energy, the tingly hype, the power he use to feel. Old memories came back. They flashed before his eyes. He was just a young kid on an adventure, traveling to the north to help Daxter out. He experienced, he felt, he used the Eco power that he gained from the Eco Vents

Remember us

But this was different. A different power, a different force. It wasn't Eco but yet it was.

Remember who we are

"Fire!" a loud booming but commanding voice of Spran

We are together but we are apart. We are one but we are two.

Suddenly loud bangs filled his long ears. Stinging pain entered his arms, legs and body. Jak cried in agony as shock as well as pain came over him. Ringing blared in his ears from loud continuous gun fire. His eyes were blurring and darkness crept at the corner of his eyes.

Remember our vow, remember our anger... hate... despair...

Jak felt a strange power course through his blood stream. It was different to the rush he was feeling. The rush came along after bullets entered his fragile body. He knew the feeling. It was soothing, yet hurtful. It was familiar yet foreign. Something he hadn't felt since the down fall of Gol and Maia.

Remember

"White Eco" Jak gasped in realization.

our

Jak closed his eyes. He knew White Eco was poisoning him. He wasn't the boy he once was. He hasn't got the pure gift of conducting Eco anymore now he was altered. Altered with Dark Eco. He suffered in torment, agony and in sickness. All because of Praxis. Baron Praxis. He wasn't going to let him off easy. He'll wouldn't die until he sees his demise.

revenge...

Suddenly the power that circulated his being charged up. He felt tingly and energized. He felt healthy and alive. Pain be came a dull ache, he felt his form changing, mutating into something he feared, craved, loved, hated and strangely honored. He screamed as the White Eco flashed through his changing impure system. Soon he heard his agonizing scream turn in to an inhuman roar. Pain was diminishing. He forced his eyes open and saw a different light spectrum.

"Holy shit!" some one cried

Jak turned his head and saw the guards backing away. Jak sprang to his feet knowing he was in his altered state. He was the demon again, not the out of control like he was before but the one who desired blood, suffering at his enemies' expense. He gave an animal growl.

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"Oh yeah! Jak is back!" Daxter cheered quietly from his hiding place

He hoped this would happen. He hadn't fully given back all Jak's drained power. Too much might have resulted in the thing he was before. Daxter hoped Jak could pull them through this one. Just one more time, Jak, just get us out of this thin situation.

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Spran saw the purple demon staring at them in fury. He snapped his head to his gang members and realized his men weren't shooting.

"What are you waiting for? SHOOT!" Spran barked

As if shaken from an unknown trance the men stand attention and pointed their guns at Jak. The guns were discharged and to much of the surprise of the members Jak swiftly dodged every single bullet. Jak disappeared behind a piece of furniture.

"Don't let him get away!" Spran ordered

The armored men ran to that spot and investigated. But they found nothing as if the monster disappeared into thin air. The men were thrown into confusion. Suddenly they were thrown into darkness. The humming power was stopped by a clank as if someone turned off the power generator. More confusion followed.

"Find him!" Spran ordered desperately

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Dark Jak found the power and severed the link to this room. Now everything was turned off. Even the front door ran on this electric power so they were all trapped. Time to have fun.

Jak smiled to himself as his lust for killing grew. He saw the confusion. Such easy pray when they don't know. One by one he can bring them all down...

"Switch the power back on! Find some torches!" Spran ordered from his position

The demon saw all the men groping around in the dark trying to find a light source. Dark Jak could see well in the dark and saw his first victim. He knew he couldn't penetrate the armor but he could do other things to bring a swift demise.

Dark Jak crept up ever so quietly behind the man. His arms out stretch his breathing quiet he moved slowly until he got close enough to...

Crack......slump

In one lightning move Jak pulled off the protective mask with his left hand. With his right claw he covered the man's mouth, then with one quick flick the neck yielded to the jerk with a dry snap. He let the man go and he fell to the floor...dead.

No blood but the satisfaction of death filled his lust.

"Shit what was that?" one man cried

"Keep on the look out men!" a more commanding voice said

Jak moved onto his next victim. He moved closer and closer. Quietly so the man's long pointy ears cant pick him out. His hands out stretched prepared to do the quick, quiet work.

The man suddenly felt his mask taken off, an icy hand with hard nails covered his mouth. He tried to let out a cry of help and warning but he felt a deep pain across his throat. His windpipe severed his lungs starved of oxygen he died in that fearful position. Dark Jak let go and quickly hid behind some furniture just in case.

The body slumped to the floor. Guns clicked pointing to the direction of the sound but made no action to open fire. They tried to see what was there but their eyes couldn't penetrate the pitch darkness.

Dark Jak moved stealthily around to his next prey. Jak liked how they feared him. They feared the unknown because the unknown could be their demise. Dark Jak moved to the front of this armored gang member. The gang member saw a claw reach out and pulled off his protective mask. He drew in a sharp breath of sudden fear. In a nanosecond he registered he was being attacked. His next instinct was to scream and to alert his team members to save him, but the demon was one step ahead of him.

The monster grabbed the man's exposed throat and the man made a small choked sound. His long scythe like fingers was driven into his neck cutting through the tissue. The man felt great pain but he couldn't scream, he couldn't breath. Panic filled his mind.

Finally Jak got a fist full of bloodied flesh and ripped the man's throat out with one yank. With no windpipe or voice the man's body was oxygen deprived and fell to the floor in a loud silence shattering thump. Dark Jak discarded the flesh and hid behind furniture just in time to miss out on some blind gunfire.

The other men heard another thump and shot in the direction. Fearful for their own safety. They wanted to see where their opponent was coming from but all they could do was try to keep their wits about them. Dark Jak loved their fear and confusion. The atmosphere was so thick he could carve it with a knife. He smiled in glee as he approached another intended victim.

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Daxter tried keep his breathing normal. He was hearing what Jak was doing. Even if he couldn't see in the pitch blackness he knew each thump was a man going down. Dark Jak was truly a man--or monster-- of deadly death skills.

"The dark assassin" Daxter mused quietly to himself as he heard another thump followed by gunfire

He turned to see the bullets streak thought the darkness in a series of dull white flashes. He was thankful that his friend wasn't in the fire. Silence resumed and was followed by a forth slump. More gunfire out of fear then silence. Daxter glad he wasn't those men. He'll be scared shitless but he had no sympathy. That's what you get when they mess with me and my friends! Daxter thought.

He felt a hand grab him. He squeaked and struggled in fear and panic.

"Daxter stop!" a croaky voice hissed

It wasn't Jak's.

"Colson?" Daxter whispered in surprise

"Yeah" the voice was in a whisper, "I don't know-"

Colson cut himself off. Daxter frowned in the dark.

"What's wrong?"

"I- I- is there more energy in that necklace?" Colson asked quietly

"Yeah... shit let go!' Daxter panicked in a hiss thinking it could affect Colson again

"I can't... I need it....it's healing me" Colson croaked in fear tighting his grip

Daxter felt the last remaining power leaving.

"I'm sorry for that. For putting that bullet in you if I'd known-" Daxter muttered

"You shouldn't be sorry. I should be sorry... I deceived you. I'm just as bad as Spran" Colson cut in

"Yeah. What the hell was all that stuff about before?" Daxter demanded in a hushed tone

"I, I don't know to be honest. I did plan this all along. To get the stone I mean. But when I wore it... I felt powerful. I felt I could do anything and anyone could do what I wanted them to..." Colson confessed his voice low

Daxter remember what he felt when he put the thing on. So much energy, so much power. In those few seconds he felt the lust to fulfill deep desires. He had an opportunity to do what he wanted but he resisted the temptation. Even when he didn't wear it the necklace kept working its magic. Daxter just nodded but remembered Colson couldn't see him in the blackness.

"Yeah"

"I could of killed your friend. I could of killed you... When I wore it I felt so many emotions come up. So much anger, pain, sadness I never knew I had. I don't know how could anyone forgive me, or how I could forgive myself for giving in to it" Colson's voice in a trembled whisper

Daxter sighed. He wasn't up to forgiving him at the moment. After all he went all psycho and almost killed him and Jak. But he could sympathize with his old friend.

"I'm afraid I'll do it again. I'm afraid that I can't resist something like this and end up killing people..." Colson trailed of as his throat let off an involuntary sob

Even under the cover of darkness Daxter knew Colson was in tears. Colson was still just a kid. A tough but good kid. Even with all these things going on he was still a boy trying to grow up in a dog eat dog world. If you weren't tough you were eaten up. Weakness wasn't an option. What Colson demonstrated today--or tonight-- was weakness.

"Your not weak Colson" Daxter tried to comfort in quiet tones

"I am" Colson choked, "I am. I was completely taken by that thing and I couldn't control myself..."

"Where's Dr. Phil when ya need him?" Daxter quipped

"Who?"

"Nevermind. Listen Colson, Spran was also taken by that thing" Daxter tried to convince

"But he wanted it. He wanted the power..." Colson trailed

"I was as well..." Daxter said more quietly

"What?" came the surprised reply, "You resisted it. You use it to help Jak..."

"True but at one point I felt I could do anything. I felt I could kill anyone and do what ever I wanted. That was just when I wasn't even wearing the necklace. I was too, scared. Colson this isn't completely your fault. I think the stone was made to do that. It was made to raise the emotions of the person and blind the person to right and wrong. I know when I had it my head felt groggy"

"That's what happened to me too..." Colson put in

"Look as much as I like to chat we got to get out of here" Daxter said, "I dunno how Jak's going. Are you healed?"

"Yeah. Thanks" Colson nodded

"No problem" Daxter grinned, "I knew there was some magic in me"

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The neck twisted and the last armored man was dead. Jak saw there were two more in the room. This time it was two of the big guns. Ravenblade and Spran. Jak could slash them easy. But he wanted to be tricky. He wanted a kick out of this. Simply killing them wouldn't be satisfactory.

Ravenblade wasn't in armor but he had the White Eco loaded rifle. He was also away from his boss which made things a little simpler. Jak approached quietly. Then in one quick move like he did so many times he pounced on the second in command. He knocked the gun from the man's hands with his inhuman strength. It clattered to the ground. Jak was on top of Ravenblade before he had the chance.

Ravenblade was a great fighter and excellent with guns. He face tight and dangerous situations and deadly opponents. But this opponent was the most deadly. He worked like an assassin. Using his environment and possibly his supernatural abilities to kill all eight armored men. With no help from infrared goggles he knew he couldn't fight someone that was well acquainted with the darkness.

He felt something on top of him. He panicked and tried to struggle against the monster but the creature was too much of an expert and pinned the man down. Ravenblade tried to get a look of his opponent. All he saw was a gleam of the demon's eyes. He struggled, fighting the darkness and fear.

Dark Jak slashed at Ravenblades face. Ravenblade gave a sharp hiss as pain burned his cheek. Dark Jak plunged his right claw into Ravenblade's stomach. This time the man let out a yell. Dark Jak let sparks of Dark Eco fly into the wound. Ravenblade's screaming pitch went into a higher tone. Once Jak was done he moved to the gang member's arm.

Ravenblade felt the demon shift towards his left arm. He tried to get up to take advantage but his body didn't obey. It was too shocked with the trauma it received in just a space of 30 seconds to a minute. Dark Jak grinned as his claws rapped around Ravenblade's arm. With one strong yank of his arm made a sickly pop and Ravenblade was screaming.

Ravenblade closed his eyes as he panted. That Son of a Bit- oww! He just popped my shoulder out of place! Arrgggghh it hurts! Shit it hurts like a bitch! Pain raged in his left shoulder. It was agonizing. He knew it would hurt more to put it back in place... if he'd survived.

Dark Jak loved the pain he was causing. So his whiteless gaze shifted to the human's fingers. Ravenblade felt icy hands holding his left hand. Oh shit. What's it doing? Oh no! Nothing but that! Oh-

Immense pain made Ravenblade clench his teeth and yell through them. Dark Jak twisted and broke the man's fingers. Bending them at impossible angels. After Jak had his fun of braking Ravenblade's fingers he simply moved to his right arm.

Ravenblade wanted to fight back but he was in so much pain. He body was trying to cope with the trauma and using all its resources to start fixing the damage, plus he was loosing a lot of blood that was pouring out from his middle, resulting in Ravenblade feeling weak.

Dark Jak twisted Ravenblade right arm which made a crack. Ravenblade bit his tongue. Then Dark Jak proceeded to pull that arm out of it's socket. After these were done Dark Jak decided to cause the man more pain before his death.

Ravenblade couldn't handle this torture anymore. He wanted it to all stop. He wanted this sadist to go pick on someone else but it never did stop. It kept going and going.

Jak broke the man's right leg and twist his ankle then move onto the other leg to pop the knee out of place, which he did to the lieutenant, and broke his toes. All ten of them. Painfully.

Finally to the ever awake man's relief the monster left him. To die but at least the torture stopped. Pain engulfed his very being and was giving into the darkness that was taking him. He lost too much blood, he was in too much pain... he'll leave...

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Spran found somewhere where he could hide. He was trapped and alone. No stone, no men and a monster. The monster was torturing his second in command. He could hear him scream, then growl and pant but then going into a painful scream again. Spran knew he'd failed. He planed for the day he'll get the Dreekle Necklace but he never anticipated Colson betraying him. He thought he had the boy under his thumb. He thought the boy will do every whim of his without question. He was wrong.

Ravenblade's screams resumed and stayed as pants. Spran tensed hoping the monster forgotten him and they'll just leave. Suddenly he felt an open icy hand on his chest. He breathed in sharply at the sudden temperature. Suddenly bright purple sparks flashed down the demon's arm and ontoSpran. Spran hissed at first but then yelled in pain as Dark Eco sparks cracked all over his body. It wouldn't stop

He felt the cold hard metal on the floor on his back. He opened his screwed eyes to see a dark shape on top of him.

"Thought you could hide?" a chilling amplified echoic voice whispered pricking his ears, "I will not forget what you have done to me and especially what you have done to Daxter"

"Please..." Spran pleaded

"Your cowardliness is... amusing..." Dark Jak smirked knowing he had Spran where he had wanted him, "You thought you were powerful but once stripped of all your men and securities you are nothing by a coward"

Spran felt he couldn't move. Only his lungs and eyes seemed to obey him. He knew the creature was on top of him but he wasn't forcefully pinning him down. As if reading his mind the demon cleared his confusion.

"I have paralyzed you so you may endure your final and well deserved death" Dark Jak gave a chuckle.

Jak knew too well that Dark Eco could weaken and a few times it paralyze. Not all the time and it was rare but Dark Jak perfected his art and knew how to go about paralyzing only the muscles he wanted.

Jak raised his index finger. He stabbed his pointy end of his nail into Spran's chubby cheek. Crimson blood leaked in its wake as the nail ripped down his cheek. Jak smiled his toothy, blood stained smile, and playfully suck the blood from the tip from his nail. Spran's eyes widen as the demon licked his lips in delight.

With the insane smile still on the monster's face he moved his long thin dark purple nail, pointing down, to Spran's fat stomach.

Dark Jak grinned as his nail cut Spran's flesh. Blood trickled out as soft pink tissue appeared underneath. Spran panted sharply sucking in the pain that was coming from his stomach.

Dark Jak proceeded to put his hand inside, searching for an organ. He felt blood and tissue between his fingers. Spran hissed as he felt the claws scraping inside his body. Jak found what he had been looking for and grabbed it. Then proceeded to pull it out. Spran screamed in pain as he felt his insides been pulled out. He wanted to stop it but he was powerless.

Jak pulled out all of Spran organs, one by one. Spran screamed louder as each piece was taken out. Jak placed each part beside his victim.

Spran was in tears. Agony was the only thing he could describe for this pain he was feeling. His body went into shock and numb. But it didn't numb enough to block out the pain. He watched horrified as the creature pulled More things out! Was there anymore to pull out?

After that was done Dark Jak cut open Spran's chest open. Spran hissed as the cut was being made. After Jak peeled back the skin to reveal the rib cage that protected the vital organs. Spran yelled as pain exploded from his chest. Tears continued to pour down his face. He didn't know why he hadn't passed out. Maybe the pain was keeping him awake through all this. He didn't know why he was still alive. He just wanted die.

Dark Jak saw the man lost lots of blood. Too much even. Also with all his vital organs gone his body doesn't have very long to live. Though he didn't care for the man's life he had to the work a little faster. If the man died before he got the job done it wouldn't be as satisfying.

Dark Jak pushed passed his ribs and finally Jak tore to the remaining organs. Spran started to chock. His body was too much into a shock. His eyes stared into space as his final breaths were being drawn.

Despite this Jak decided to finish the job now before the man died. Spran felt an icy hand clutch at his heart. It wasn't fear it was a real icy hand. Jak felt the slow beats of the involuntary muscle squirm in his hand. With an evil smile he tore the muscle out in one jerk.

Spran screamed as his eyes locked onto his heart. His heat made one beat in Jak's hand before stopping. A hissy breath left Spran's opened mouth as life left his mutilated form. His eyes never closed. They just stared at his heart, forever his expression trapped in shock.

Dark Jak place the heart beside his dead victim. He completed his job and left the mutilated man.

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Daxter heard it all. Ravenblade's screaming then Spran's pleas and screaming. When it stopped deathly silence followed. Daxter felt nauseous at what his friend had done. He couldn't and didn't want to see what his friend had done to them. All he wanted to do is go back to normal. Go back to running around and kicking Metal Head butt. But not after this. He couldn't forget all this. He couldn't just move on. He didn't think Jak could either when he was himself again.

"Daxter?" a voice called

Daxter sprang up in fear and panic.

"Daxter?" the voice called again

He tried to search the darkness to find where the voice had come from. Was Colson playing a horrible prank on him. It was highly unlikely.

"Daxter would you come here already?" the voice growled

Daxter then realized it was Jak's voice. Not the evil thing that distorted his easy flowing deep voice. Just Jak's plain and pure voice. It seemed like forever since he last heard it. He almost felt surprised by hearing it again.

"Jak?" Daxter croaked

"Come over here. I got the door open, lets blow this joint" Jak's voice came again

Daxter found Colson nearby and they both followed Jak's voice through the darkness. The door was indeed opened and light outside the room filtered into the dark room. Daxter just saw Ravenblade's torn face and shuddered as he followed Jak out.

They were back in the tunnels. Lights marked the earthen walls. Jak took a good look at his hands and at himself. Most of his features were smeared with deep red. Jak seemed to be pale at the sight and extremely quiet. Daxter and Colson saw the blood as well and looked away.

"Let's get out of here and get cleaned up" Daxter suggested finally

Jak didn't say a thing. Instead he nodded and followed his friend out.

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To be continued........

Yup. Baddies are gone! Yeah gruesome deaths. Don't say I didn't warn you. The next chapter or so will be the last one so don't go just yet.

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