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Taming The Darkness Chapter 2 Dark Plans
Daxter groaned as he felt himself rise from the depths of unconsciousness. He twisted his head slightly and opened his eyes. What the hell happened? he thought as he tried to focus his vision. I must have fallen off Jak's shoulder and been knocked out… Daxter blinked lazily and tried to open his mouth to call out for his friend…but he found he couldn't and that his mouth was stuffed with some sort of fabric.
Oh Damn. Daxter groaned mentally. Was he chewing on the sheets again? Jak was going to kill him. Better get them out of my mouth, Dax told himself as he tried to lift his arms—tried? Daxter's eyes widened suddenly when he realized that his arms AND his legs were securely bound to a rather large metal table by what looked like semi-circular pieces of metal and leather.
What a kinky situation. Daxter mused to himself, trying to lift the sudden weight that fell over his stomach.
His large blue eyes surveyed the room, and to his horror recognized the room as one of the many torture or "experiment" chambers that he had searched through during his search for Jak.
This was very bad. VERY bad. He was no longer even NEAR the Underground, and he was sure that whoever waited for him behind those cell doors were not his friends. He felt his breathing pick up and he felt like he was going to scream. The sudden panic ripped through his body like tiny knives, cutting away all his defenses and leaving him vulnerable.
And there was no Jak…
No Jak to hold him, protect him, carry him off and away from the fighting and the danger. Jak wasn't here to help him, and if he was he was in worse shape than himself.
Writhing against his cuffs once again, Dax fought back the urge to cry when they wouldn't budge even the slightest bit.
What was he to do…with no Jak?
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"Why are we here Myr?"
"I've told you Lanya, we are here to help the dear Baron with his limited knowledge of eco."
"But I really don't want to be here!"
Myr, who was a tall and lean elf, gently wrapped an arm around the smaller frame of Lanya. His pale, almost white skin stood in stark contrast with her dark grey skin, but neither seemed to notice. Myr tipped her chin up with his other hand and gold eyes met colorless white ones. "My Beauty," he said endearingly. "I no more wish to be here than you do, but without the Baron's money we cannot continue our research or our protection of our Island. You know this"
Lanya sighed and leaned against him for a brief moment before suddenly pushing herself away and standing just a short pace away.
Not a few seconds after her retreat, the door to the room they were in slid open and admitted an irritated Baron Praxis. Myr mused to himself about her foresight. The world may have taken her sight, but it gave her so much in return.
Praxis glared at Myr for a brief moment before motioning for he and Lanya to follow him. They walked, escorted by guards of course, deep within the palace.
"Baron Praxis," Myr started, speaking still from behind the Baron as he did not want to leave Lanya's side. "Exactly what is our purpose here?"
"We've already been over this. I need your help in finding new ways to introduce dark eco into a living body without destroying tissue and vital organs." He smiled over his shoulder. "We're tired of our subjects falling apart during our experiments."
"To what purpose will you use our information…"
"It doesn't concern you in the least."
"Very well then!" Myr snapped angrily at being so rudely and verbally plowed over.
Lanya gripped his gloved hand tighter.
Myr looked down at the smaller elf and was saddened to see the pained expression on his lover's face. She had a strong empathetic link to the things around her and her ability to see and read auras, despite being blind, made this prison beneath the palace a variable cornucopia of nightmares and pain.
He gently clenched his fist around her hand to show he felt her unease.
"Ah. Here we are." Praxis and the guards stopped in front of a large metal door with the numbers 228 painted on the outside. "This is going to be our newest subject for dark eco testing."
Baron Praxis leaned forward and pressed the button next to the large door and stepped back to watch it slide open. Smiling, he stalked in leaving Myr and Lanya to follow in his path.
Lanya hissed angrily as she crossed the threshold and the door slid quickly shut behind her. Myr patted her shoulder and took her hand once again as he led them to a large metal table that seemed to hold nothing more than a terrified Ottsel.
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Daxter watched the door slid open and felt his heart almost stop as Praxis made his way in. There was someone behind him, but Daxter couldn't make out who it was. Really, he was only concerned about the Baron.
"Sleep Well?" The Baron smiled down at him and he felt as though he would die from sheer terror right then and there.
He knew where he was. He knew the Baron knew this too. He remembered skulking in the shadows of rooms just like this while he looked for Jak. He remembered some of the horrors he saw as he did.
He remembered what Jak had confessed to him about what went on during his "sessions" while he was here, and he remembered how Jak would have nightmares because of them. They never lasted long, Jak's nightmares that is, because soon Jak would always wake up and clutch desperately at Daxter. But after getting back in a routine of work the nightmares stopped completely. But Daxter still slept beside Jak just in case…and he never spoke a word of the nightmares to anyone.
He knew that he would never be able to handle the madness of two years worth of that torture…he'd never make it.
"I've brought a few new friends to meet you and help with our projects." Daxter knew the Baron was just making it worse for him, drawing out the unwanted anticipation like it was to be a great surprise.
Daxter watched, slightly wide-eyed as two figures appeared behind the Baron, slipping into the brighter light and revealing themselves.
Daxter's eyes got wider. They looked like Gol and Maia! He couldn't help but look closer, despite his better judgment. They weren't Gol or Maia, but the resemblance was still there—their pale and grey skin, cold eyes, and odd colored hair…The male's was almost ash colored and reached down to the back of his knees in a thick plait while the female had platinum blonde dreadlocks that fell about her slim, grey shoulders. His gaze shifted nervously between the Baron and the two next to him.
Daxter gulped around the gag in his mouth and wished they'd at least take it out. The young woman next to the tall elf suddenly cast her gaze directly at him. Daxter gulped again. Her stare was enough to bore into your very soul, opening it and baring all its secrets to the world. He repressed a shudder.
Turning his gaze from her stare, he watched as the Baron grabbed a beeping communicator from his belt and walked off a few paces to yell loudly into it. With an exasperated sigh her stalked back over to the table and slammed his fist down too near Daxter's head to be deemed comfortable.
"It seems as though your freak of a friend is causing a lot of trouble in the city. It seems that he's been picking up more missions from that sleaze Krew." The Baron let out a derisive laugh. "Maybe he's trying to find you…or maybe he was all too happy to get rid of you."
Daxter's eyes narrowed. Jak would never leave me! If he's doing anything for Krew it's for information on how to get me! I know it…I…I'm sure of it… Daxter couldn't help but look a little disheartened as Praxis bellowed out a deep laugh once again. "Pathetic little rat. Do you really think he'll come for you?" Daxter found himself straining against the gag and nodding fervently, not caring if he hit his head on the hard surface beneath him. Praxis smirked. "Well let's hope so…"
With that he turned to leave, his armor clanking loudly through the echoing chambers around them. He stopped at the door, and as it slid open he turned to look at the two standing just next to Daxter.
"I'll leave you two here to inspect our instruments and methods. The terminal over there can be accessed if you need it and should you feel like interrogating our subject, feel free. The cell has multiple security cameras and recorders, so any information you extract from that furry little ball will all be recorded. There will be guards out side if you need assistance."
The Baron stepped out and the two watched as he ordered guards to stand watch over the cell.
Daxter turned his nervous gaze up to look at the two elves, and nearly screamed when the man reached for him. But when he realized that the long fingers were not going to poke, prod, or strangle him, but instead take out his gag, he relaxed slightly.
"The Baron seems oddly interested in you, my friend. Care to tell me why?" An ash grey eyebrow arched in question.
Daxter stayed quiet, not wanting to anger these two or give them any information.
"Could you tell us your name?"
Still silence.
"Well if it helps, I'm Myr Korvan and this is my assistant Lanya Orwe." Daxter merely tuned his face away from them.
He was glad that he had all that fur covering him because he couldn't help but flushing in embarrassment and shame. He had been caught and now his soon-to-be torturers were being nice to him. He was pathetic if even the enemy felt sorry enough to be nice to him.
He heard Myr sigh in defeat.
"I don't know what the Baron expects us to do while we're here. I am NOT a torturer and nor am I one of his lackeys." Myr rubbed his temples in slow circles, wishing his sudden headache would disappear. "There is no way I'm gonna stand here and poke this Ottsel with a dark eco injector!"
"Myr…?" He turned around to look at Lanya; she had the most confused look on her face.
"Yes, Lan?"
"Why did you call him an Ottsel?"
Myr blinked in confusion and looked down to see an equally confused face on the small Ottsel. "Because that's what he is."
Lanya shook her head and reached out a delicate hand, pulling it back as though she were burned when it brushed against his fur.
"What is it Lanya?" Myr asked looking from Daxter to her.
"This is not supposed to be an Ottsel, Myr. I think he might have been changed." She turned her blind gaze and looked over at her master and lover, colorless eyes wide. "Myr…I think he's already been introduced to dark eco!"
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Myr was pacing the chamber in deep thought. He had never seen anyone react to dark eco that way and it perplexed him.
He and Lanya both had been subjected to tons of the volatile eco, but they were not changed or harmed by it. You could say it was in their genetics. But this…this…boy, as Lanya had deduced, was an anomaly that needed to be tested and figured out…not tortured. He had to do something or his one chance to do something memorable would fly out the window and be shot down by numerous Krimzon Guards. Stopping suddenly and racing to the table where Lan and the Ottsel were still waiting, he proclaimed that he had made up his mind.
"What do you plan on doing?"
Myr looked down at the small animal and winked. "Well, my dear Lanya, we are going to interrogate this young man in hopes of learning valuable information!" he said dramatically.
"What! Oh no…Look buddy, I've been quiet long enough!! Daxter is NOT about to be subjected to this kind of treatment!" They turned to see him panicking, straining desperately at his cuffs. "Just wait till Jak gets here! Wait…wait when Jak…" his voice broke suddenly and he felt his body slow down, almost refusing to work. Tears appeared in the corners of his eyes and, now embarrassed by his actions, turned his head away once again from the couple before him.
"Daxter?" Lanya asked softly leaning forward and running her fingers through his fur carefully. "Is that your name?" She felt him nod. "Don't worry…we've got everything under control. But you'll need to tell us everything you know."
Daxter's head snapped around to look at them, embarrassment gone. "Oh I see what's going on here! Be nice to the prisoner and he'll spill everything. Well you can try something different cause I'm not going to tell you a damn thing!"
Both Myr and Lanya sighed. I guess he has no reason to trust us. I guess we might have to do some major begging here.
Just as Myr was about to ask a bit more politely and possibly explain without giving too much away to the cameras in the process, the door to the cell slid open once again.
This time Praxis did not enter, but instead a rather well-toned red-head sauntered in.
"And who might you be?" Myr asked, crossing his arms across his chest and glaring down his sharp nose at the intruder.
"The name's Erol, Commander Erol of the Krimzon Guard." He smirked haughtily.
"Well goody for you." Myr hissed sarcastically, quite miffed that this intrusion may have cost them a great deal of information…and quite possibly the life of the boy on the table. "And why have you decide to grace us with your," Myr's lip curled up in a small snarl to reveal his whitefangs. "Glorius presence?"
Erol scoffed and loomed over the shivering Ottsel before answering. "Baron Praxis was quite adamant about getting the injections started on this rat as soon as possible." Erol twisted his head slightly to one side to give Lanya and Myr a sidelong glance over his shoulder. "And he was sure you two wouldn't have started interrogations yet."
Erol turned his attention back to Daxter.
Daxter didn't know why he was so scared, but he had a feeling it was because Jak wasn't there to back him up. Any other day, insults and snide remarks would have fallen from his lips in effortless cascades. But today…there was no Jak under his paws to reassure him he was safe, and he was bolted down to a cold table with Erol staring down at him with an almost maniacal glint in his eyes…Today Daxter was terrified.
He had not felt like this since he realized that Jak might have been lost forever.
Erol smiled down at him, and he saw Myr and Lanya appear behind him, both frowning.
Chuckling, Erol left the side of the table and walked over to the wall where a rather thick cabinet hung. Pulling it open he pulled out a long syringe filled with an acid-green liquid.
"Let's get this started, shall we?"
Daxter thrashed against the table, but as the needle pierced his neck and he felt the liquid making a searing path throughout his body, he couldn't help but think that he was going to die, and not even Jak would save him in time.
End Chapter 2...
Hope it was long enough and…::ahem:: Sorry if that royally sucked…not much going on there…just a lot of glaring, yelling, threats and disgruntled Dark Eco Sages. I do like Myr and Lanya…I might have a picture of them up soon… Check it out sometime…(www.goldbryn.deviantart) The link is on my main page too...heh I'm not great, but I'm not terrible
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