A/N: I finally got an idea for putting some of Jak into the fic. After a few chapters I'll put him in and show you how he is living his life. I'm saying that Jak did not stay in the prison the whole time for those two years. What I'm saying is that he was somewhere else for a few months. Where? I will not tell you right now. I don't own anything for Jak2. Please R&R.

And things in italics are Jak's thoughts. He can't talk so I just made it that you go into his head to figure out what he would say.

Chapter 12

"Let's see what we got here," an old gray haired guy said while taking out a clipboard from under his arm. He spoke with a southern accent and he chewed a gross smelling tobacco of some kind. He was strong looking and he wore a pair of torn pants and a red shirt that had a few patches on it. His big mountain boots were too big for his feet, but he liked them anyway.

"Only three this time," he stated to himself while looking up at Jak and two other elves standing next to him in a straight line. The old elf chuckled to himself while adjusted his large brim hat that sat loosely on his head.

Jak was not paying any attention to the man, though. The surroundings around him were getting all of it. They were in a deep, green jungle in the middle of somewhere. Big, brick walls were around a large clearing in this jungle, and that was were Jak was in right now.

The walls were 20 feet tall with pieces of glass rum bottles on the top that reflected the sun high above their heads. The wall was a perfect square with one way in and one way out. That was the door on the south side of the square and it only opened for Krimson Guards or Generals of the place Jak was now in.

Inside the walls was a whole different story. Wooden cabins were everywhere and the only people walking around were Krimson Guards or Generals that were dressed like the old guy in front of Jak. But this was only one section of the place surrounded by walls. There were four parts to the fort.

The first one had the door and different cabins for the Krimson Guards and Generals that controlled the small place in the middle of nowhere. The second section was for the poor elves that got stuck in the mess Jak was in now. It was just a big place with tents and cabins for eating. Third was for training that the captured elves had to do. Fourth section only few knew about. No one wanted to know what that section was for. It was best known as a mystery.

"Okay!" the old guy said with a funny smile on his face and he showed his few teeth. "Welcome to Fort Dark Warrior, folks. You have been tested by the Baron and are strong enough to go through training. That only means little because lots of people past the first little test. But then again, we only pick out four strong people a month. Looks like the fourth did not make it this month."

Jak gulped down a large lump in his throat and his big blue eyes got wide. In his head he realized that for those few painful days of getting zapped with Dark Eco was just the beginning of the pain he had to go through. What did this place have in store for him?

The old guy walked up to Jak and got up right in his face. Jak did not know what to do and leaned back to get his space. The old guy squinted his eyes at him as Jak gave a shiver. This guy was now put on the list of creepy.

Bubble! Space! Jak thought. What the heck does he think I am? Some freak? I get blasted through a rift gate and end up in a city, and in the first few seconds I'm there a Krimson Guard knocks me out. I get taken to Baron Praxis' prison and get Dark Eco pumped into me then they ship me out here to the middle of nowhere. Now this creepy old guy is getting into my face and his breath is so gross I think I might faint.

"How could a kid survive Dark Eco?" the guy asked with bewilderment. He scratched the top of his cowboy hat and backed away from Jak. "And we finally got another girl into the Fort again."

"So you do have girls here?" the girl next to Jak asked while putting her hands on her hips and giving a cold glare down on the short guy. She was tall with brown hair that had a red tint to it. She had hard ice blue eyes that were always narrowed. She had a very strong figure and she looked to be around 20, but that meant she was older because elves live two times longer than humans.

"Yes," the old guy said. "But there are mostly guys and everything is done in guy ways."

"So you're telling me the toilets are all guys?" the girl asked.

"Who said we had toilets for the prisoners?" the guy said with a wicked smile and once again he showed his wonderful brown teeth. The three gave him disgusted looks while the girl wrinkled up her nose.

Great Jak thought with sarcasm. They don't even have a place to go to the bathroom! What else do they not have? A place to take a bath or shower? What about food and water? Do we get those too?

"You get breakfast and most of the time dinner," the guy went on then spit on the ground next to Jak's foot.

Gross! He thought while wrinkling up his nose to show his disgust. If I watch this guy all day I might not want anything to eat for dinner.

"You three will all share a tent to sleep in," the guy went on and threw a pack at the girl full of the tent stuff. He then threw another pack of clothes at the other guy next to the girl. "And these are y'all clothes. Y'all group five. Everything you will do will be group five unless it is just for one person and if you pass a few tests here you will gain a number for yourself.

"And don't try to run away," he added. "If you run away on one of your first days we shoot you and kill you right off the bat. After your first days if you try to escape we just punish you." He said the word "punish" with an evil smile that made a knot form in Jak's stomach.

Suddenly the guy next to the girl freaked out. He gave a battle cry and was about to hit the old guy with the pack of clothes. The old guy quickly reacted and pulled out a gun and put it to the guy's forehead. He did not hesitate on pulling the trigger.

BAM! The sound echoed around the area they were in and Jak jumped in surprise. The guy who had attacked fell to the ground and his head rested at Jak's feet. Jak held his breath as he looked down at the lifeless eyes staring back up at him. The blood from the bullet of the gun dripped down the guy's forehead and made a pool of red at Jak's feet.

"You two are now lucky," the old guy said to the girl and Jak. "Only two in the tent. You can carry the clothes now, sport." He handed the clothes to Jak and the teen backed away from the dead elf on the ground next to his feet while his heartbeat skyrocketed.

Jak had seen lots of people die before, but never like this. His brain went into lock. It took him a few seconds to regain his thinking. He closed his eyes and tried to think straight. Running away was now off his to-do-list. This was serious.

No more playing around Jak thought. I've got myself way too deep into this mess. I'm going to die before Daxter saves me and I got to do something before I get killed like this guy. I only thing I can do is get on top and survive the torment that is in store for me. Then I might have a good chance of making it out of here alive. But no escape plans!

"Five laps around the course!" the General said in a loud voice. He was a strong, lean man with a cold stare and a long whip in his hand. "Go!" he shouted to the small group of six including Jak. He cracked the whip at his side when he shouted the word and everyone started to run. Jak was right with them.

It was Jak's first morning in the fort. That night he set the tent up with the girl, Nea, and ate dinner at a big tent full of tables. The food was only water and some clear soup stuff in a tiny bowl. Jak had tried to get Nea to talk, but she stayed silent most of the time. It was hard to get her to say a word because Jak could not speak.

At six Jak and Nea had to get up and go to the tent for breakfast. It was water and some moldy bread, but Jak did not complain because by the looks of all the other people around him it was the best food they were getting. Then the Krimson Guards picked out two groups and one of them was number five. Jak and Nea went to another part of the fort to start their new training for the Baron's project.

Jak struggled to keep up with the others and Nea. Their outfits were a light, tan shirt with green pants that were tucked into black, cloth shoes that went up to the knees. On the shirt was a red number five to show what group they were in.

"Keep up with us," Nea said to Jak while picking up the pace. Jak nodded and pushed himself to go faster. "Don't lag behind," she demanded while glancing back to Jak. Jak spotted some concern in her hard eyes as they made eye contact. It would explain the reason why she wanted him to keep up with her.

They came to the first challenge that was a place where they had to crawl under a barbwire in the mud to get to the other side. Jak skidded to a stop behind Nea and it was quickly his turn to go under. He dropped to his knees and started to crawl. Nea told him to move with his toes and elbows and he quickly made it through with only a few scares.

He got up and ran to the next challenge a few feet away. Nea stayed a few strides ahead of him. He was dead last in the group, but still close behind everyone. The next challenge was a big wooden wall and they had to go over it with the help by other people.

"Move!" yelled the General and Jak could hear the crack of his whip. He winced as the sound echoed around the place they were in. "Faster, you wimps!" he bellowed and Jak did what he said. He pumped his legs faster to get to the wall.

"I'll help you up then you help me," Nea said sharply to Jak as he pulled up beside her.

So that is why she is helping me out so much he thought while giving her a glare. She needs help by someone and she only trusts me to do it. She might feel a bit of concern but not as much as I thought it was. And I don't care if I have to help her along as she gets me through this.

Nea cupped her hands together and Jak jumped into the air and put one foot in her cupped hands. He sprung off and grabbed the edge of the wall with one arm. He fought the erg to just drop and try again, but the sound of the whip by the General watching him closely made him suck it up and pull himself up to the wall.

He swung one leg up and put his hand down for Nea. She noticed his hand was too short and backed up before running toward the wall. She jumped and grabbed his wrist. Jak gritted his teeth together at the sharp jerk on his shoulder and swung her up with him. She did not let go of his wrist and pulled him down to the other side of the wall with her.

Jak gave a sharp cry of surprise as he was pulled away from the wall. He fell on his knees and elbows in the mud and the brown water splashed into his sweaty face. Nea forced Jak to his feet, as she hissed to him, "Get up!" She grabbed his shoulder and he stumbled a bit in the mud before gaining his balance from his fall.

They ran as fast as they could to catch up with the rest of the little group to the next challenge. It was a place where you had to climb hand over hand to the top of a rope to a small platform and then find some kind of way to zip down a cable to a tiny platform to get to the ground. Jak knew he was not going to like this.

"You go first on the rope," Nea commanded to Jak. He was only thankful that he was great at going up ropes back in Sandover Village. His only worry was that he right now was worn out from the run and hurt from the fall.

Jak grabbed the rope with both hands and quickly flew up the rope with ease. Nea was right behind him. They made it to the platform way above the ground and Jak stopped to catch his breath as Nea found an easy way to zip down to the other platform.

She pulled out her hair tie that had firmly put her hair in a ponytail. She tested it and nodded to show that she was satisfied with it. She put it over the cable and grabbed the two ends with a strong hand.

"Come on!" she said to Jak while looking over to him. Jak ran up to her and she said, "Hold onto my waist tight."

Yeah, lady Jak said sarcastically in his head. Like I'm going to be waving my hands around like I'm on a ride. Of course I'm going to hang on tight!

The sarcastic thought quickly vanished as he clung onto Nea as she jumped off the platform around 15 feet away from the muddy ground below them. Jak slipped a little but they quickly made it to the other platform and jumped off to the ground.

"One lap down," Nea said under her breath. "Four more to go."

Jak looked at her with wide eyes as he pushed himself to stay with the girl's pace. He forgot that they had five laps to do. And he noticed that the others were ahead of them already. Jak did not know if he would make it to the end.

"Pick up the speed!" the General shouted to Jak and Nea. As they past him he gave his whip a crack and it struck Jak's side. Jak first was in shock that the guy really did that then the sting came over him and he winced. The General laughed so hard he held onto his sides. "Better pick up the pace, kid!" he said with a smile, "Or you will be dead before tomorrow." He gave Jak a wink and cracked his whip again with an evil smile creeping over his lips.

"Focus!" Nea snapped to Jak. "You can hate him later. Right now we got to catch up with the other team. Now move!"

I hate this place! Jak thought as he winced through the pain going through his whole body. How can someone do this to other people? I would not wish this on my worse enemy! Why did they pick me out of a ton of people? Why am I here?

Jak then clenched his teeth together and determination flashed in his eyes. He flew through the next lap at great speed and was with the rest of the group. Nea did not have to tell him to catch up the rest of the way. He was going to prove that he was not some weak link in the pack and he was going to show what that General what he was made of.

They made it past the finish line in second. Jak was just glad to see the astonished face of the General as he saw Jak finish with a good time for one his age. He gave the General a smirk through a gasp for air. His lungs burned like fire and every bone in his body wanted to give out at any time. Sweat pored down his forehead and he took an arm to swipe it away while catching his breath.

I will not be a weak one of the pack! Jak told himself while glaring at the General. I will not end up as the guy from the day before! I'll show everyone that I'm just as good as everyone else. The Baron will pay for what he is doing to these people someday and it will be by me. I swear right now I'll make him pay!

With that vow, Jak set himself a new goal for the camp. He was going to get out and somehow get back at the Baron. Nea looked over to him and flashed him a smile. He returned it with a faint of one.

"You did good, kid," she told him. She patted him on the shoulder and he gave her a nod. "Just take it slower next time. I don't want you to pass out in the middle of your training."

I wish I could say a thank you to her Jak wished in his head. Without her pushing me I would never make it through. With her by my side I have a chance at making it. I hope she stays with me for a long time.

Jak just gave her another smile and a nod. She looked down at him with a frown. "Why don't you say anything?" she asked while putting her hands on her hips. Jak shook his head for his response and Nea finally realized that he was mute. "Oh," she said slowly. "Sorry about that."

Before she could say more, the General shouted, "Team five goes to first day training while team two goes back to the tent to rest. Let's move, people!"

"Let's go," Nea whispered to Jak. He nodded and followed right after her. This was going to be a long day for the both of them. Dread was starting to flow in Jak. This could be his average day in this camp. So far he was not enjoying it.

A/N: More of Jak in later chapters. About every two or so I'll slip him in or cut the chapter in half for Daxter one half and Jak the other. Please give a review!