AN: Thank you BUNCHES to ALL who reviewed the first chapter of my fic! I'm so happy! -
Rexeroid: Yush, Torn be torn. XD This chapter's a bit longer, but I'm finding cliffhangers. Lol And I LUV THEM!
Beff: You're kidding! It ACTUALLY has POTENTIAL! I'M SO HAPPY! ::does happy dance:: I wrote more, just like you commanded. :3 No OOC stuff?! YAY! Thank you bunches! o
Hellmouth2: I'll try. Thanks.
DarkMistress950: Yes you must. XD I love that you wanna read more. It makes me happy!
Disclaimer: Hell if I'm guna type it again. See chapter one.
Chapter 2 – Dream and Torture
Slowly, Torn opened his eyes, he was standing in a large place, but it was completely white. As he glanced around, he noticed that he didn't even have a shadow. "What a boring dream." He said aloud, his words echoing in the large empty space. 'Dammit, I need to get up! I need to fix that damn hover!' he growled softly to himself, though he fell completely silent as a harsh chuckle echoed through the emptiness. He darted his gaze around quickly, looking for the source of the voice, though no matter where he looked, only whiteness greeted him. It felt as if hours had passes, before the chuckle faded, instead being replaced by words, "As I said before, Baron Praxis, injecting such a large amount of Dark Eco directly into his body should eventually kill him. However, is Jak doesn't hear this, and we just keep him here, it will be for nothing. I think we need to leave him somewhere for Jak to find him. Then we could give him a message telling him that the only way to save his friend, will be to come to us for an antidote; And when he arrives, we'll be ready for him." Torn recognized that voice! Erol… 'But what did he mean…? And, by Jak's friend, did he mean me……? I wish. From what I can tell, he hates me… N-not that I care, really… I-I don't.' As he had been trying to convince himself that he didn't care, he had missed Praxis' reply, not that he cared, or did he? He was only allowed a moment longer to think, before a sharp pain suddenly brings him out of his dream and back into reality.
Torn's eyes open quickly, his vision soon coming into focus, revealing his surroundings to him. Dark, dank, gunmetal colored cells surrounding the platform he is now on, strapped to a table in the center. He turns his head to the side just in time to see Praxis leaving the room. He narrows his eyes, glaring at the Baron's retreating figure, before suddenly feeling a hand firmly grasping his hair, forcefully pulling his head and gaze in a different direction. A wide malicious smirk greets his cold blue eyes, the smirk belonging to Erol. Torn growls angrily, locking his gaze with Erol's, though he can do nothing more. They exchange threatening glares for only a moment, before Erol finally speaks, "Well I suppose We'll get started. The sooner we finish, the sooner we get Jak to come to us." As he finished speaking, he lifts a syringe filled with gobs of Dark Eco from a nearby table, smirking almost sadistically as he speaks, "This wont hurt……… Much." With that said, he presses a hand down on Torn's arm, helping to restrict his movement as he inserts the needle deep into the large vein running through Torn's arm, injecting the thick Dark Eco directly into Torn's bloodstream.
The dark ooze almost instantly begins to burn the artery wall, heating greatly as it mixes with Torn's blood. Torn immediately becomes tense at the pain beginning to slowly spread from the injection site in waves. Being so preoccupied with the pain, he doesn't notice Erol picking up a small knife, until the tip of the knife pierced his skin just above his heart, sending new waves of pain spreading across his chest. His crimson blood begins to seep from the open wound, the flow increasing as the knife is pulled back. Torn watches through half-lidded eyes as Erol lifts a vial of Dark Eco from the table, uncorking the top as he turns back to Torn, pouring the dark gobs of Eco into his open wound. Torn can almost feel the potent poison seeping through his muscles, around his ribs, heat seeming to boil his blood and scald his muscles, before it finally seems to wrap like a vice around his heart. Almost instantly, his heartbeat begins to speed up, causing him to become very short of breath. His vision rapidly begins to blur, before at last fading to a milky white.
AN: Finally finished! I hate typing what I already have written out on paper. Oh well. This is the only way I can write it at school. So, review and tell me what you think about it. No flames please.
On a side note, I pretty much know how I'm guna end the fic, so I wont be needing those suggestions anymore.