Reintroduced

Disclaimer: If I owned them...there would all ready be a third game out...and it would involve the death of Kiera and a wonderful romance: Torn and Jak .

YAAAAAAAY! I'm aliiiive! I'm sorry it took so long for me to post this! ;; I was out of school and, therefore, didn't have the time to write...but now I do! . I decided to change Nadia's hair color to a more blonde color but she still looks the same other than that. I've decided to write the story as I go...so...uh, it might be a long story...I don't wanna write more short ones that people get bored with .

Reintroduced

"Jak?" Daxter shook the blond elf's shoulders violently. "Jak, wake up! You're having a bad dream!"

Jak's brow curved as if he were in great pain. His lips curled back as he flexed his fingers around the edge of his blanket. The young man could hear his friend but he couldn't answer him. 'It' wouldn't let him. The abomination living inside of him was torturing him again...making him see things he didn't want to see...remember things he didn't want to remember.

"Well, boy," Erol sneered down at the child who was strapped down to the table. "Are you going to give us your name, now?"

The baron stood over young Jak, his one eye was fixated directly on him. Praxis crossed and uncrossed his arms in obvious impatience. The click of his boot echoed through the prison as he paced back and forth, never looking away.

The Krimzon Guard commander growled deep in his throat. It had been six months since he had picked the boy off the streets, since the day Torn disappeared. Erol had had special plans for the blond but whenever he got the chance, something would stop him. A call, a guard passing by, too tired, or the boy would be out in plain sight.

"Jak! Jak!" Daxter tugged on his hair as the blonde's face twisted in pain and he cried out loud. The ottsel could feel his legs begin to shake. What was happening? Sure, Jak had nightmares all the time...but he had always been able to wake up.

Erol pulled a lever on the main computer and the eco flow shot out and poured into the nameless boy's body. The commander continued to pull down and the eco output increased, slamming into his chest and making him jolt around on the table from the force.

"Tell us your name, boy!" Praxis hissed viciously.

The blond jerked and twisted around in the leather straps. Bending his wrists, he clawed at the restraints. He wouldn't give into them! He wouldn't even give them the privilege of knowing his name. It was just a way of breaking him. It wouldn't happen!

Erol stepped back in surprise but quickly stepped forward again. He wouldn't be afraid of this little freak. The boy opened his eyes and Erol noticed that the tears running from his eyes were blurred together with a red liquid.

Praxis stepped back, fear the obvious expression. Blue eyes glared deeply into his own eye. The boy's struggles became more frantic as the stare down continued until he ripped his right hand free, blood spilling onto the ground.

Lunging forward, the tortured boy waved his free arm around wildly in an attempt to rip through the half metal man's exposed flesh. He would tear him into little pieces and, one by one, push it through a shredder.

Erol pulled his handgun out and fired at the rampaged man. The pain of the bullet rushed through the boy's arm but only enraged him further.

The prison filled with cries of terror and excitement as the prisoner broke free of his other bonds and charged at the baron. Reaching out, he curved his fingers in a way so that he could plunge his hands into the bigger man's chest and tear out his organs. A sharp pain stabbed at his back and then his shoulder. Loud explosions filled the air, drowning out the sounds of the prisoners' screams.

Then all went silent.

The wounded man stepped once more towards the baron, a trail of blood revealing the path he had taken from the table. His legs felt heavy and the edges around his sight began to grow dark and fuzzy until he saw nothing.

"Jak! Wake the hell up!"

The blond elf opened his eyes and looked around. Where was he? Booths? He looked straight up and cried out in pain as the bright lights seemed to pierce through his skull.

"Dax?" What's? Where am I again?"

The ottsel gave out a loud sigh of relief and walked over to the bar, his pointed tail swinging absently behind him.

Sitting up, Jak realized he was lying on a table of a booth. His cheeks turned bright red when he remembered what had happened...why he was where he was.

Everyone had gathered at the Naughty Ottsel to celebrate the trade link and alliance with Batar.

"You were having a bad dream." Daxter interrupted his thoughts as he took an egg out of the fridge in the back of the room. Jak swung his legs over the edge of the table and threw the blanket off of him. The blond elf twitched his ear as Daxter walked over to him with a glass filled with an interesting assortment of colors. His long feet paddled noisily against the tiled floor and Jak cringed at each step that was taken.

"What is it?" He murmured as he sniffed the concoction. His nostrils flared at the horrible smell and he tightened his throat muscles to keep from gagging.

The orange animal grinned. "You should have watched how much you were drinking. Now just down it and stop being such a baby!"

Jak lifted his head, pinched his nose, and poured the slimy liquid down his throat. For a moment, he starred blankly at the wall ahead of him until he began to feel it come back up.

Daxter burst into laughter as the elf hopped off the table and sped past him to the back room. He could hear Tess squeal in surprise followed by the sounds of Jak coughing and hacking.

Okay...so now you know I'm still alive . Like I said, I'm not going to have everything happen at once. This was just here to help you get an idea of what Jak's history is. There will be more later with a possible hint of rape...or maybe just a rape scene... --" Depends on my mood.

Well, I hope you guys like it! And thank you for the wait. ;; I know...I'm a bad girl...slaps her wrist