Disclaimer: look at the prologue, it's all in there.
Author: Seems no one's reading this… I guess Jak and Daxter ffs aren't exactly popular then. Oh well.
The Escape
"You and the other brat that appeared out of nowhere seem to react best to the Dark Eco treatments. Yes, your beloved Threra is fine. She just tripped down a small shaft on the way here and hurt her leg. Now, if you survive this, you'll be almost finished. Errol! Start the injection cycles!" a deep, powerful voice boomed from behind some window. Irat could just barely make out the form of Baron Praxis, the current leader of Haven City.
"Bye-bye Eco boy! No one's ever survived this stage before!" Errol said as he started to laugh. "Oh, and a little warning: this is the most painful stage, and I am greatly anticipating your screams."
"Really? Well then Errol, I guess I won't give you that satisfaction, now will I? I got a better idea: give Threra and me a gun and send us out with the normal patrols. If you don't accept my terms Praxis, I'll just get out on my own, taking Threra with me. The Jak guy that escaped, I followed him using a little ability that lets me see exactly what he saw. I know how to get out, every access code, everything. I even know the self-destruct codes. Don't fuck with me Praxis, or you'll be on the receiving end of one of my Dark Powers!" Irat said calmly, his face smiling darkly.
"You foolish brat! You really think I would let you do that? You sneak outta here and you'll be an outlaw, every Crimson Guard will be looking for your head! You'll sit there and scream whether you like it or not! Start the damn injections Errol!" Praxis boomed out, shaking the very slab of metal Irat was strapped to.
"You're all dead men, I'll meet you in Hell!" Irat said as his eyes turned a deep, blood red. His hair began to float like it was in the wind, which, strangely enough seeing they were inside, picked up to around 50mph. "You're all gonna feel the REAL power of Darkness! You think that you could control your Dark Warrior, even if the project was successful? You truly know nothing of Darkness! You couldn't even control Jak! I'll bring this place down around your knees as I slowly tear your still beating heart out of your chest! And you Errol, you get worse punishment yet! You will live, yes, but with no arms, no legs, no tongue, and a face so ugly, even you would throw up at the sight of it! You will be tortured for the rest of your life, everyone commenting on how horribly disfigured you are, all because you didn't listen to reason. Now, will you let me go quietly now that you know what I plan to do if you don't?" Irat yelled out, his voice dark and cold, overflowing with the subtle ring of murder.
"Baron? What should I do about this upstart? Baron?" Errol said as he turned around. Praxis's face was as white as snow, his eyes wide with fear. He alone knew that Irat was not exaggerating, and may even take his anger even further, sending the Baron's soul to Hell to be tortured by the ones who really belonged there, the true demons of Hell, his previous test subjects, all retaining their hatred for him and their anger at his life.
"Let him go Errol, what can he possibly do to us anyway? With any luck, he'll go outside the city walls and die there, getting lost in the Wastelands." Praxis said with a shaky voice, making it seem like he had something in his throat. Seeing the fear in his leader's eyes, Errol reluctantly released the straps holding Irat down.
"Before I leave, you promised that you would return Threra to me upon my departure. You'd better keep up your end of the bargain, Crimson Guard!" Irat said, looking back at Errol.
"Oh will you just shut up about this Threra girl? She'll meet you at the exit, just get the Hell outta my face!" Errol said, his face red with fury.
"Good, and if she's not there, I will hunt you down, cut off each arm, slowly, repeat with the legs, watching as you bleed out, your body going into shock from blood loss, and laughing as you slowly bleed to death, reopening the wounds when necessary. If you doubt my words, then you're a bigger fool then I originally thought. See ya shitholes!" Irat said, walking out the ajar door.
Staying true to the bargain, Irat saw four Crimson Guard escorting Threra to the exit into the city, a piece of her breakfast still in her mouth. "Threra, let's go. We can live our lives here, carving an existence out of this pathetic excuse for a city." Irat said as he grasped Threra's hand gently.
"Let's go Irat, but before we settle down, let's put those Dark Powers to use. I have heard from the guards that there is an underground resistance group, its HQ somewhere in the slums. Come on, we can join up and pay the Baron back!" Threra said as her hands balled up into fists.
"Let's hold off on that for a bit Threra. We need to get situated first, get an income, a place, a ride, preferably 2 hoverboards. They looked pretty cool in that poster I saw on the way out, and that Jak guy found someone who sells them. We plan on working for the underground, then we're gonna need rides, and weapons, though I suppose the underground resistance will supply those. Once we get to somewhere were we won't be overheard, I need to talk to you, about you. Come on." Irat said, taking her fists gently in his hands and smiling warmly.
"There are places open in the Water Slums. I believe it's the one next to that freaky statue. Now get outta here before I decide to zap you both!" a Crimson Guard called out from the entrance.
"Which direction is the Water Slums? It would help if we could get a map you know. Or not. Man, these Crimson Guard guys really need to lighten up, huh Irat?" Threra said, turning back to see the door slam shut.
"Come on, we got a long day ahead of us." Irat said, his eyes already getting heavy. "We need to find a suitable place to sleep, where we can sleep in peace and quiet. There must be a farming district around here somewhere, I heard to go outside the city walls is suicide." Irat said, leading Threra towards the less crowded part of Haven City.
Author: For such a popular game, you'd think that people would actually read the fanfictions for it!