Ok this is the dreaded authors note! Du du du... ok now look. This is the first poem that I have written for Jak and Daxter so don't hate please.
Oh yeah almost forgot Me no own so you no sue. Because even if you tried you'd get like five cents.
Jak sat in the small, dingy cell that had been given to him almost two years ago now.
He had grown numb from most things here but could still feel the pain as Erol or the Baron pumped dark eco into his body on a daily basis. Could still hear as the thing, those experiments created, soothed him after a treatment. Could still feel the same over-whelming fear that still washed over him as he stared into those bottomless black eyes that were his and yet not at the same time.
I listen but cannot hear,
as the darkness draws near.
I watch without eyes to see,
as the shadows wrap around me.
Now that he thought about it, it wasn't pain that was numbed but emotion. All he could feel it seemed was the pure hate for his torturers, the anger of being weak, and most of all the fear he felt of himself, those were the only things left.
I touch without hands to feel,
as my heart forces itself to heal.
I thought without a mind ,
as the pain becomes one of another kind.
This place with its rats, spoiled food, mud water, and abusive guards had some how become a comfort and torment at the same time.
He had not cried since his first few weeks in this hell hole. He wouldn't allow them that pleasure, let them know just how close they were to breaking him.
But they didn't know what now lived inside of him thanks to those experiments. But when, or if, they broke him they would find out.
Oh yes their little program, the dark warrior project had worked perfectly, and now he had to suffer through it. But they would pay. One day, soon. He would let it loose and when he did he wouldn't care how many people it killed to get back at them.
I cry without tears to shed,
as I try to stop the pounding in my head.
I panic without fear,
as people draw near.
They would learn, very soon, what happens to heros when their broken. The darkness that creeps into their minds and slowly takes over. They just made that process go that much faster, with pumping the dark eco into him. It was their fault he was broken at all.
Kill them...make them pay...blood for blood... they gave you me remember...? All their fault... let me kill them... let me end the torment...I can help... He heard his other voice whisper in his mind.
Not yet. They will suffer soon. Just not yet. He thought back not even realizing he did so until he got his reply.
No mercy...no sorry...not anymore... His dark side said cryptically.
I am sorry without sentimentality,
as my nightmares become reality.