Okay, I don't really have anything to say, except this. DARN YOU SAMOS! YOU AND THE LOG IN YOUR HAIR! –Mutters something about 'logheads'- Oh, and I'll try to make the chapters longer after this
When Jak awoke he was strapped down to a hard metal table-ish thing. Praxis was looking down on him, and to the channelers surprise, Errol was nowhere to be seen. "So you are the child Veger spoke of. I was beginning to doubt the Count."
He commented, it looked as though he was speaking to someone next to the table Jak was bound to, as our hero assumed, there wasn't anyone there. "You my dear boy might just hold the secret to saving this city from the metal head attacks. Not that your life really matters. As soon as we get everything we need from you, your as good as metal head chow."
Praxis said, actually facing Jak this time. "Obviously, yellow eco allows the user to shoot fireballs, as you demonstrated earlier. Tell me. What do the others do?"
The Baron demanded. Clearly, Jak didn't answer, being mute. "Tough guy eh? Tell me now!" The tyrant shouted at the unfortunate elf, evidently not understanding the concept of 'mute'. Jak would have raised a hand up to his temple to show his annoyance, but seeing as he currently didn't have the ability to move, he just closed his eyes. "Fine, I'll just find out for myself, and you're helping. Whether you like it or not."
Praxis said, shortly before telling a scientist exactly what he wanted done to the prisoner. The man he had just spoken to looked frightened, but never the less, turned to the computer and began typing. "Red eco tests-enitiated"
A robotic voice said. Jak didn't look too threatened, even though it was painful, the robot repeated this process with yellow, blue, and green eco too. It wasn't until two words were voiced by the computer, shortly followed by two of lesser importance, that the channeler showed any sign of fear. "Dark eco tests-enitiated."
It replied to the typing of the scientist. If it could have shown any emotion at all, that one emotion would have been fear. Sure the other tests had been painful in their own ways. Blue eco felt like an electric shock, yellow feeling as if he had been burned, red eco felt as though a pack of lurkers were beating on him, and green eco….just felt strange. But the dark eco was worse than all four combined, it felt as though he was being ripped apart. "Keep him on all five types."
Baron Praxis instructed the unlucky scientist. "But give him more dark eco than anything else."
The man spoke those two words so casually, as if the evil force it represented couldn't kill. But Jak seriously doubted this idiot fully understood the forces he was meddling with. The scientist began writing in the notebook Praxis had just provided him, his large brown eyes darted from his messy sprawl, to the prisoner. Regretfully, the man finished what he was writing down, gave Jak one last, pitying look, and exited the laboratory, leaving the boy until Errol came.
"Come on, scum." The cruel man commanded, as a guard, once again, bound the channeler's wrists. They led him to his cell, and shoved him inside, where he sat down, and leaned his head against the wall, until a KG came to the door of his cell. "I'm sorry."
Okay, yeah. I'm just gonna leave the chapter with the first line of the next chapter every now and then. VIA HAS MADE HERSELF KNOWN. You have been warned. –lurks off to write next chapter- Woo! I'm a lurker! Reviews would be appreciated. Thanks! Wow, I'm not being all gloomy...surprising...