Corad: Ok, I decided to write one more chapter for this coz well, I didn't really explain his intentions for what he did after the race...so here are my views for it. Thanks to everyone who read and/or reviewed for the first songfic chapter. I forget to mention too that this is set during Jak2, around the first class race. Apart from that, I hope you guys enjoy the next and last chapter...unless I get more inspiration which I probably won't...yeah...

Don't own Jak and Daxter or anything else...

Wasting My Time

Chapter 2

His heart was pounding painfully inside his chest. How could he have let this happen? If only he'd set the alarm, or at least, stayed awake, then right now he wouldn't be rushing to attend the big race. The race that determined this city's fate. He could only remember lying down on his bed for a split moment, thinking things over in his head, before falling into a light sleep. The commander never intended to sleep, but now that he had, he was late. He didn't want to miss this race. He couldn't…deep down he longed to win again, and finally gain Keira's respect. Maybe even something more, but the way he was going, he'd be lucky to even make it there on time.

"Good luck Commander," Erol heard a voice say out to him as he ran through the palace to his cruiser parked in the parking bay. He spun around and saw one of his guards giving him the thumbs up. Now that was a rare sight…one of his guards actually giving him support? He growled in frustration for a reply, and sprinted off to his cruiser parked under the palace. His legs began aching by the time he reached his red zoomer, and he found it significantly harder to breath with all his armor on. But that didn't stop him. Nothing could stop him now.

Leaping onto his zoomer, he straddled his legs tightly over the seat and switched the motor on. Warm air flew up at his face as he rose about a foot off the ground, and he snickered softly at it while pulling down his racing mask. He was prepared to get to the stadium by whatever means, even if it meant hitting innocent pedestrians. Right now he wasn't in the mood to obey Praxis' traffic laws, and having that heavy feeling of defeat imminent he had to get there. Just had to.

The commander's heart began speeding up at the sound of the roaring cruiser. He could feel the engine vibrating fiercely, and felt the pressure of the wind against his mask and chest. He enjoyed speeding through the city, especially on high-speed chases, but his mind wasn't set on the enjoyment anymore. No, it was set on getting to his final race before it was all over. The commander drove like a madman all the way to the stadium, occasionally hitting citizens below when he had to suddenly dive close to the ground. The guilt he should have felt never came to him; rather it just rebounded off like it never happened.

After a few hurried minutes, Erol stopped his cruiser abruptly outside the stadium, and leapt off, landing with a thud on the pavement outside the garage. He flipped up his mask, and ran down the path before standing outside the garage, wiping away gathered sweat from his forehead.

"Keira! Keira!" he shouted, storming into the garage and glancing around hastily. He didn't have time to be waiting around here for the girl. But he had too…she was the one who kept the racing zoomers outback. "KEIRA!" he yelled in anger, feeling his veins pulse in rage. He listened for any sounds of movement, and felt his tense muscles ease up after hearing shuffling of feet. The commander turned around to meet a worried face.

"Erol…I didn't think you were going to show…here, I'll get your zoomer ready. You'd better hurry, they're about to start," she said quietly, avoiding his glare. He picked this out, and formed his eyes to slits. She was acting differently…he knew it. The mechanic was generally happy to look into his eyes, but now…she was completely avoiding to look at him. Although feeling slightly hurt, Erol didn't care. He just followed Keira into the back area of the garage, and strolled over to his bike.

It shone eerily from under a dim light, the only racing zoomer left in the garage. He sniggered at the sight, and sat down, adjusting his weight evenly on the small seat to get comfortable. He glanced up at the girl one last time, still refusing to look at him, before flicking down his mask once more and revving the engine loudly. He grabbed hold of the handlebars, and drove swiftly out of the garage and down the path to the stadium. He knew he'd have to take a back way to avoid any accidents, so drove at a fast speed around the stadium until he met a small side door.

The commander leaned over his zoomer and punched in a security code, before the doors slid open to let him in. He revved the engine loudly again, and flew inside, his eyes darting around behind his mask for any other racers. He hoped the race hadn't started yet. If it had, he would have lost his only chance. His only chance to crush Jak…or his only chance to finally kill the Baron. He didn't want to think about it. Instead, he flew down the racecourse towards the starting line, his heart skipping beats as he went.

"Yes!" he cried out in relief at the sight of the other 7 racers gathered at the starting line. He could see Jak in 6th place, and his place in 7th. He smiled cruelly behind his mask, before lifting it up over his face. He slowed down his zoomer, and came to rest a few feet away from the renegade. Jak flicked his eyes up at him a few times, until Erol laid his foot down on the ground and turned to him.

"I want more than just to win Eco Freak! I want you!" he shouted out, clenching his fist in the air. He watched as the blonde's face contorted with anger and determination, and smiled wickedly before pulling down his mask. His sight was turned blood red, and he sighed deeply. This was it. Time to see how desperate the boy was to win.

All 8 racers waited for the starting signal. Waiting for their fate. Once he heard it, Erol lifted up his leg and placed it swiftly on his footrest before his zoomer roared to life. He attempted to avoid the other racers to gain lead place, but a few of the idiots rammed full force into him, one even crushing his leg. He gasped out in shock and pain, before elbowing the driver in the neck. He risked a look down at his leg, and saw that no visible damage had been done. Thankful for that, he returned his focus back on the race, and glanced around for the blonde.

He could see Jak ahead, battling his way past another two racers. He sniggered at the sight of the orange rat trying to bat them away with his paws, but failed miserably. He knew Jak couldn't cut it. The first class race was always the toughest of them all. 8 racers…one race…everyone wanted to take home the grand cup. Take home the respect and honor from the Baron and the people. They even wanted a short tour of the palace. But the commander was used to the harsh reality. He knew how desperate racers became. Became so desperate they tried to smash you into walls, kick at you if tried to pass, even force you down the black hole located just before a tough turn. He knew it all, and by the way the blonde kept struggling to batter off a persistent racer…found it hard to believe he could ever win.

Feeling the light inside him emerge once more, and forcing his dark attitude down, he turned his zoomer's handlebar around and flew straight for Jak, aiming for the small gap between him an the other racer. He could see the cruel grin of the other racer, his eyes lighting up as he sent another innocent soul into a wall. Erol felt this guy needed to be taught a lesson. He began laughing loudly, his cruel voice carrying over the zoomers, before leaning towards the opposing racer and sending his bike full speed into him. He heard the racer cry out in alarm, watched him as the bike flipped and flew into the wall before exploding in a mass of smoke and metal.

"Loser," he sniggered, turning his gaze back to the front of the race. He was a front-runner now, where he loved it. Leading the race gave him the strength needed to win, but now he had competition. Now Jak was free from the abusing driver, he was speeding along side the commander, his head down and his rat screaming stuff out. How the renegade expected to win if he couldn't even fight back, was a mystery to Erol, but he kept his mind clear of any more thoughts and focused instead on winning.

"Bye Bye!" the commander screamed out, pushing his bike that little bit faster. He could see Jak's agitated face as he inched his way past, but the look of courage on his face told Erol he was not about to give up. By the way Jak was hunched over, the way his eyes fought against the stinging wind, he knew Jak wanted to win…wanted to win bad.

'Just let him…he can save us…he can save the city if he's granted access to the palace. He's not here to win the trophy, he's here to win the palace tour…here to win the right to destroy the Baron," his nagging voice told him through roaring wind and zoomer engines. Maybe his light conscience was right. Maybe he should forfeit. He should give up now and just let the renegade win. It wasn't often his light mind spoke out. Usually he was full of hatred and rage…but this was different. His weak light state of mind was not giving in. By the sound of him, he wanted to force the commander to lose.

'I'm here for a reason, and that's to win,' Erol thought back aggressively, swerving around the tricky corner before pushing his speed up high again. Jak was just behind him, shouting stuff out again to his rat. He wasn't about to let Jak or anyone else win…he'd win…he'd become victorious, win the eco back for the Baron, and then protect the leader of the city. He'd earn more respect. Maybe even earning more…maybe then Keira would look at him again…

'No! You must let Jak win! Look how determined he is! He wants this bad, and you can't deprive it of him. It's his destiny to win…his fate to kill the Baron. Win this race, and you've taken it away,' his light conscience cried out weakly, and Erol sighed in irritation. Normally he never heard his conscience speak out such as this, but he knew it was right. Knew Jak must win, even if it did mean he'd lose the championship. There was always next year…

"Fine, you win…but I'm not going down lightly," Erol sneered out loud, his gaze searching around the track for Jak. He could see the younger elf falling behind, kicking out at another driver forcing him towards a wall. Erol rolled his eyes, and dropped back a speed, letting Jak and the other racer catch up. Once Jak had almost passed him, the commander turned to the other driver, and cackled softly at his worried face. Erol knew the driver was aware of his fate. He knew he could blow up any minute.

Yelling out abuse, the commander hit his entire weight to the right side, forcing the driver into he wall. He began screaming as his shoulder grazed along the concrete. Screamed when Erol's spiked boot connected his leg. He even screamed when his zoomer couldn't take any more, and blew up, sending shards of metal hitting Erol's back. He hissed out as a burning hot piece dug itself into his forearm, but he yanked it out, and tossed it to the ground moving quickly below him.

The commander lifted his gaze to the front, and saw Jak up ahead, speeding around the last corner till the finish line. He growled in defeat, until he stopped his zoomer in the middle of the track to check his arm. He flickered his eyes down and saw a small amount of blood seeping out into his yellow sleeve. Jak had better be thankful for that… he gave up the race for his victory…granted him the win to kill the Baron.

Erol revved up the zoomer before driving slowly down the remainder of the track, other racers flying past him to get to the finish line. He figured he was the last, and stopped around the bend, the sight of Jak and the Baron clear in front of him. He watched Praxis and his two bodyguards hover to the ground. Watched as he muttered a few soundless words of victory to the renegade, before Jak turned around.

The commander could tell by the look of the Baron's face that he wasn't impressed with Jak's win. He could see Jak's scowling face aimed up at Praxis. Could even see Praxis' face twist with fury and his hands turn to fists. He snickered how idiotic the Baron looked right now. 'He must be guessing this is his death sentence now,' Erol thought savagely, watching through keen eyes as the Baron kept yelling stuff out. He could just hear him, but paid no attention. His attention was however set upon the guns in the guards' hands.

By the looks of things, the Baron had instructed for the renegade to be killed. 'How could the Baron do that? I lost that race for the teen's victory…now he's sinking so low as the kill him…great…' Erol snapped within his mind, feeling the need to do something. Create a distraction at least to help give Jak time to flee. He could tell the guards were readying themselves to shoot, could even see Jak's shocked face as he took a few steps back. He must do something…he couldn't stand by a let Praxis do another evil thing…

"Watch out!" he heard a guard scream and he flew his zoomer quickly towards Jak. He'd planned it out perfectly…aim for Jak to trick Praxis. If Praxis felt Erol was still loyal, then maybe he wouldn't think of shooting Jak…it was worth a try.

"I WIN JAK!" the commander yelled in forced anger, his zoomer traveling at top speed towards Jak. He watched as Jak turned around and his eyes widened in horror. He'd just given enough time for Jak to get out the way…whether the boy would get out the way or not, he couldn't care at the moment. He'd just noticed Praxis was ahead…but his hovering platform was rising up from the track, out of Erol's reach…he wanted to take Praxis to hell with him.

Before the commander knew it, Jak had leapt up high, the zoomer flying below him straight for Praxis. Unfortunately for Erol, the Baron had made it safely into the air, no longer in reach for his death. But that wasn't the only thing on his mind. He'd just noticed the huge barrels of dark eco ahead, the distance between him and death reducing rapidly. He screamed out as he flew head on into he barrels, the explosion around him tearing away at his skin.

He felt hot liquid burning at his bare flesh. He closed his eyes and felt his mask fly off his head, landing meters away. The dark eco was crackling painfully around him, eating away at him. He cried out, realizing this must have been how Jak had felt. The commander didn't have much time to dwell on the thought. Didn't have much time to wish Jak luck in destroying the Baron. He couldn't stay conscience any longer, as darkness began to engulf him. His body was dying, his mind was seeping away, and he knew there wasn't a hope in the world to save him now. The explosion had torn apart some of his body, the dark eco burning the rest. At least he'd die doing what he loved…racing…

Darkness swirled around him, stealing his last remainder of strength and life. He gasped out and felt his surroundings die…along with his body.

"You're complete Errol…you…are…complete…" Errol opened a bleary eye, and glanced slowly around the darkened room. His raised a hand to rub his eye, to see it was no longer flesh and blood…but robotic.

Panic began to seep through him as he sat up quickly and glared down at himself. Metal…he was robotic…he was no longer a living elf, but a robotic monster. He cried out in desperation, hoping it was all a dream. He didn't want to be a freak…he wanted a restful death. He wanted to leave this damn place and move on, not come back as a monster.

"What have you done?" he said in shock, flexing his new "hand". The man in the room took a few steps forward, but Errol could feel his light conscience gone. It must have died along with his body. In replacement were just hate, rage and grief. He no longer felt like a human being, but a rage stricken android. He didn't want to be like this…he wanted death…he craved for it, but now…his normal body torn away to shreds, he couldn't handle it all.

"You…I'll teach you to do this!" he cried, leaping up from the table, and grabbing the man by the neck. He heard the man scream out in pain, but that only fuelled Errol's intentions further. He smiled evilly, and cackled before tossing the elf to the wall with ease. The man slid down, collapsing on the floor in a heap. Errol watched as the man didn't move, and looked at his reflection in a glass case. It was true…he was a monster…his body gone…his commander title…his light spirit…all gone. He was now a monster, capable of causing death and pain…even misery…with his light conscience gone, there was nothing stopping him now. Not even the memory of his wishful "death". He felt the need for revenge on the city…the need for revenge on the world…and he would find a way to accomplish that.

Corad: Yeah, so there's my theories of it all. Kinda thought for a while that Erol may have turned himself into a robot, but I seriously doubt he'd be capable of that...I mean, the guy just drove into eco and exploded himself most likely...so, whether you guys want to follow my view or not, it's cool. But I just got some inspiration outta nowhere...maybe coz he's my fav character lol...even if he is truely evil...heheheh...yeah, hope ya enjoyed that!