Title Unhappily Ever After
Author Kyrie
Rating R for abuse, rape, sexual situations, cursing, violence, the works.
Synopsis Somewhat a sequel to 'Penitentiary.' Finally free from prison, Jak is left with a heart heavy from revenge and a mind cluttered with thoughts about his tormentor. [JakErol]
Comments Jak II, slightly AU. I don't think it's quite exactly a sequel to 'Penitentiary,' and you don't have to read it, but I implore you--Read it! I And review it. I need more reviews..
Dedications Everyone who read Penitentiary, I suppose.
Disclaimer Jak II and All of it's characters belong to Naughty Dog, and I am making absolutely no money from this excursion of fandom.
Erol kicked off his boots, flopping down into a finely crafted plush brown chair. He gazed out the window he'd placed it before when he'd positioned the furniture in the room, making sure it all faced in one direction--towards the stadium. It was a rather luxurious room--he had things most people didn't have--a carpet, proper storage, a small, but nice bathroom, a comfortable bed with clean sheets, and two large walls made of glass, staring out into the city.
It was a not-so-humble abode for a not-so-humble guy. Of course, such frivolous things didn't matter to him. Although he'd gotten used to having it all, all of the money, the finest things due to his championships on the race track and his high position in the guard, all the women a man could desire swooning over him, none of it was worth a lick. Especially not with his driving bloodlust unfulfilled and his toy missing.
He'd heard about it after he'd finished his small conference with Baron Praxis. Someone--or something, as he heard some guards say--broke into the prison and stole away his plaything. Having had planned on killing it off that afternoon anyway, it wasn't that big a loss, but the fact that he was free, and perhaps seeking revenge really gnawed Erol's ears raw.
He was supposed to be his, and only his, and he didn't want to have it any other way.
Certainly, of course, if he was looking for vengeance, it would, one way or another, lead him back into the clutches of the Krimzon Guard. The Baron had already issued more soldiers into the streets to be on the lookout for him. To be on the lookout for a Dark Eco Freak.
Unbuttoning his jacket, he let it hang open, exposing his undershirt. He was trying to wind down, but winding down was of course, winding him up. Instead of being busy with things like the rush of air through his exceptionally orange hair, or ordering his underlings around, he was now left with nothing but a blank slate, letting his mind free to wander. While most people in this 'glorious' city would enjoy downtime, he despised it.
He reached to the side, grabbing the bottle he'd left there, taking a swig. He looked down at it, grimacing to remember the last time he'd gotten drunk--possibly the last time he'd had fun with his free time. However, the so-called warm memories of a time that was were wiped from his thoughts as he stood, letting the jacket peel off of his form and into the chair, the glass repositioning itself on the table. He walked to the window and pressed his hands against it, looking over the city.
His city. It didn't belong to the Baron, or the Underground, that decrepit 'Shadow' people had been whispering about, not the Baron's annoyingly saucy daughter Ashelin, not that traitor Torn, not that Dark Eco Freak... No. Haven City belonged in Erol's pocket.
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He knew it was a risky gamble, and highly doubted that it was going to be worth it, but Jak had to climb to the top of the tower. There wasn't a inch of his body that disagreed. He'd already made it this far… there was no going back.
It had been easy enough to find the lift to ride to the very top, but as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he knew why--traps. Spread out before him was a massive display of different obstacles--heat panels, turrets, the occasional pole to swing on, and large, revolving blocks with more spikes protruding than you could count on one hand. He'd probably seen worse back in Sandover, but the thought of crossing that would not be pleasant.
He jumped from the ledge to land on the lower platform, walking as far as he could before he reached the first heat panel. He looked from side to side, wondering how to cross without burning off the sole of his shoe, when his eye caught the stairs to the left. He hopped down, following them to a pole. Lurching his body back, he jumped for it, giving a sigh of relief when he grasped it easily. Doing what most people would avoid at a time like this, Jak looked down. It did not look like a very pleasant fall. He tightened his grip, but started to swing forward, trying to get his boots higher than the ledge he was trying to reach. If he could just swing high enough…
With a leap of faith, Jak used as much of his upper-body strength as he could to propel his body leg's first onto the platform. His boots caught on the edge, and his body fell backwards. He reached to grab the tile immediately, shaking with fear of the fact that he'd almost fallen. He pulled himself up, sitting there for a moment and taking deep breaths.
It usually wasn't this hard when Daxter was around. For some reason, having his best friend on his shoulder was quite comforting. He pushed to his feet and jumped to the ledge behind the heat panel, wobbling a bit, flapping his wings forward to not fall backward. He succeeded, and looked forward at the next obstacle: revolving spikes.
He watched it closely for a pattern. It seemed every 2 seconds it would revolve. Each panel in-between was clear of obstacles. Waiting for one more revolution, he jumped forward when the spikes were missing, jumping to the next platform quickly right as it was switching. He looked back momentarily. That seemed easy. Too easy. He took a step forward, and the ground literally fell from beneath his feet. Collapsing tiles. Nice.
He reached forward quickly, however that tile collapsed as well. With his other arm he swung out, grabbing the edge of what he thought would be a safe point. However, it was a heat panel. Jak screamed out in respite of the jolt sent through his body, but he reached up slowly with his other hand, and pulled himself up, jumping to the side and onto another set of stairs before he was electrocuted again.
He shook his hand out, examining the large burn there. That wouldn't help him out a bit. He walked down the stairs and bent his head a bit, examining the panels. It was obvious that they would give in under his weight, so he readied himself before jumping across them. Luckily for him, he was correct, and made it across safely. He climbed the stairs to the top when a bullet rushed past him. He jumped back, landing on the stairs easily.
The turrets spun in a circle, shooting loudly at anything that dared to come near. Damnit, he thought, watching as they just barely missed him for the fourth time standing on the ledge. How am I supposed to get past that?!
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Erol's ear twitched. Why are the turrets going off? He questioned himself, but quickly walked back to the chair, sliding his jacket back over his muscular arms. He grabbed his gun, which had been thoughtlessly strewn to the dresser, and half punched the button to get his door to slide open, he stepped out, and walked down the corridor to a door which lead to the outside. He swung in open and stepped out, readying his gun.
What he saw had been clearly unexpected.
There was the freak, running across the surface of the pipes, dodging the bullets flying his way, most of the coming too close for comfort. It took a lot of nerve for the redhead not to burst into laughter at the boy's gangly movement. Then it struck him. He quickly rushed over to a panel beside the door, turning a lever down. The turrets stopped almost immediately, and Erol looked out at him, smirking.
If that turret would have gotten him, he would have died, Erol reasoned with himself as he stepped out, jumping over the turret. And that would have ruined all of my fun. He stopped right before Jak, sliding his gun away, arrogant, pompous expression never leaving his face.
"So, you came back, did you?"
A/N: I know. You don't have to tell me. I'm horrible. But it was a good place to end it. ; If it moves too fast, you won't like it as much, you know? Well, so far, this story is not quite as dark as I intend it to be later.. Trust me, I put those laughs in chapter 2 for a reason.. Because I have a feeling that might be the last time you'll be laughing for a while.. Unless, like me, you giggle at the insanely evil Erol. In that case.. Join me!
Oh, yes, and I'm sorry about how late this is.. You see, I had chapter 3 all typed up when my disk crashed. TT.TT So I to restart it. It came out better this way. (There wasn't going to be any Erol! O.O) Hopefully I won't have such complications with chapter 4!) I also apologize for my spelling and or grammar errors.. You see.. I don't have a beta reader. Because I am a beta reader, I shouldn't be expected to have one.. Hopefully I don't make enough errors to effect the story..
Time to issue some thanks!
snowecat: Yeah, I agree, but you see, it's hard to understand what Jak's going through. I never said he wants to love Erol after all. . You'll just have to wait and see. It's all about hormones so far.. After all, would you really stray from where your bread is buttered?! XD :: Is a perv. ::
Krimzon 1: Thank you for your support. o
Em0tions: Thanks. I'm taking notes from the master! (Read: Sweet-Suicide-41, The Demon Within.) Jak drunk? Well... (Read: Kyrie-Sanctus, What A Fine Mess We've Gotten Ourselves Into.) ;; Ehehehe.
Sabulana: We've had this discussion.. XD :: Hands her more Fanta. :: Don't you wanta, wanta Fanta?! Yesh, I are teh comment whore. Here, there, EVERYWHERE. :D
Sweet-Suicide-41: Sankyuu!! TT.TT OMG, coming from you, such nice comments, me heart goes fluttery-flutter, y'know? :D I'd like to watch you on DA sometime, if you'll be willing to give out your name. Ou, you almost got caught. . That would have been awkward, I'm sure. I do feel privileged! :: Dances. :: Can't wait for your story update.
Soran Marlovic: It's really good to hear you say that my characterization is good, because I'm always worried about it.. Mostly when it comes to Erol. I want to flesh out his character a bit in my stories, but to know that I've done a good job so far is greatly appreciated. Sankyuu. :D And here's your Erol for ya! D Wow, this fic is half about Erol and he didn't show up until chapter 3? Weird, huh?
sheero: It's okay if you find it late, as long as you find it! :D Yeah, I thought Jak splattering Tess in grog would be a hoot, too. And finally, someone who agrees with me about Kiera and Ashelin. Well.. Someone who I didn't introduce to the game (two of my friends are with me on the K and A hatred, but that's because I TOLD them to hate them? XD) No, the seriousness has started to come pretty easily for me as of now. I'm glad I made your day! :D :: Stares at the yaoi pic while chewing on the gum. ::
Elin: WILL DO!! OO
Thanks everyone for reviewing now and in the future. I feel so loved! Be on the lookout for chapter four.. ...
