Ah sorry for the long wait but this is where it (almost)ends people the part you've all been waiting for, the fic you've all wished would end! Forget what I said last time this is the definative worst chapter in an abysmal story composed of bad chapters. Once again, highly offensive rape references giving you more reason to flame! And the pointless subplot is extended. Thanks a million to Salena99 and Alley-opp for reviewing the last chapter. There's been 400 hits but only 8 reviews so I'd greatly appreciate ifanyone could review this. Go on and flame me like the marshmallow I am!
Reviews
Rapehound86 says: Incredibly glorious, Rape has made a startling return in the Jak series.
Raving.about rape says: This is well done but you haven't quite captured the lemony intensity that defines rape. Also, the subplot seriously sucks.
W.A.R. says: Go get raped if you love it so much you twisted Mofo!
The coppery, ornately engraved globe hung glistening on her neck. Kalek's eyes moved up fastening on the pretty face of his new girlfriend of 1 week. "Your name is so exotic," hesaid flatteringly toher. "I've never heard it before around Haven." She smiled flirtatiously. "Kalek is a nice name too, it suits you." They chatted and flirted idly, Kalek doing most of the talking while Tarudsa showered him with pity for his day spent at the fortress. Kalek's nostrils were suddenly choked with the stench ofmouldy meat. "Kalek, my boy, your new shipment has arrived at the port," came Krew's throaty voice.
"Oh thanks, I'll get it now." "My dear Tarudsa, what a fine piece of jewellery, looks so expensive," Krew purred at the girl less than 1 fifth of his weight. Tarudsa beamed at him and Kalek admired her self-control. It was hard to smile a balloon of jellified fat in bulging clothes. He rose up from his stool. "A goodbye kiss?" Tarudsa asked. A minute passed while they locked lips, thumped tongues and exchanged saliva with Krew watching on pervertedly. Tarudsa then handed Kalek his carrying bag, brushing back a sea of polished, midnight hair in the process. Kalek boarded his zoomer outside the Hip Hog and headed for the port, atime later.
At the port his specialised zoomer was filled with sack loads of narcotics disguised as vegetables while he exchanged money with the shipper. He bombed along back through thelugubrious(hoohoo I like that word)streets feeling drained of any happiness as he saw the fortress roof hit the skyline. The chain of dodgy shops he passed was broken by a wavering, golden light fanning from the window of 1 of the more hygienic buildings. He paused, recognising the shop as a bakery of a kind, selling pure glucose crammed confectionary.An idea came to mind and he parked in a polluted corner close to the shop and walked in through the azure entrance.
On hearing footsteps, Jak looked upward and recognised the face of the youthful guard from before, shuffling toward his cell. At the door he looked uneasily down the passage, checking that he wasn't being watched. Jak noticed a grease stained bag clutched in his hand. The guard dropped it and a smaller bag through the bars of the door. "I brought you some food and..uh.. other stuff," the young guard said in a nervous voice. Jak looked at him flatly and he opened his mouth again. "Em, you just chew 1-5 at a time without swallowing," he said, explaining some of the bag's contents. Pause. "My name's Kalek by the way and I came cause I felt sorry for you when... um...the other day..." he trailed. He'd never been in a situation so acutely awkward.
He peered back at the prisoner. "Anyway, what are you called?" The yellow haired prisoner looked at him with dark consideration. He started to make complicated hand gestures. Kalek's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You, you want a pen and paper?" he enquired after a few minutes. The person nodded with relief. "OK, wait a minute." He rooted out a notebook and a loose pen and handed them over. The prisoner handed back a 1 word scribble. "Oh Jak is your name. What age are you?" He was shown a second scribble showing the age 17. Kalek asked a few more typical questions about Jak before excusing himself, due to the time. Jak wondered about Kalek, being more apprehensive than anything given the incredibly random behaviour. But if Kalek was like certain other guards he wouldn't have been like that. Jak glanced over at the bags left behind and decided on leaving them alone for a while.
A dinner of sorts was delivered to him. An opaque, semi-solid casserole in a leaden dish and it smelt like a bog full of rat carrion. His food didn't usually smell this bad. A spoonful of it tasted edible. Choices, choices. The bowl of glop was consumed and he sat down feeling it swim around his stomach. He felt whisps of nausea and instantly regretted the stew. The room started to shimmer and he felt tired. Utterly tired, weak and aching to lie down. The bench felt incredibly comfortable. He closed his eyes lethargically, his heartbeat throbbing in his ears.
The cold, grey room seemed like a dream. Jak stirred and looked around.He was spread-eagled on the floor. He must have fallen there. No! Realization found it's way to his stuffed brain as he lay, shivering pressed on dirty stone. Severe, jarring pain electrocuted him sourcing from places people often avoid referring to in everyday conversation. Fabric was tossed around the corners of the room and he set to finding it, ignoring the crusted, red stains marking the floor. All the expletives he could think of were calmly blowing through he head. Amazingly, the bags Kalek had left were still piled where Jak had left them, under the sink. Jak emptied one and small cubes of waxed paper spilled out, smelling faintly rancid. A thick splodge of brown chewing gum nestled in the centre of each cube.
Jak started chewing one square of it, it tasted like paper but was strangely addictive and seemed to dull the throbbing pain. He added another muddy splodge. A sudden inflow of happiness rushed at him, perfect, engulfing happiness. He felt separate from his environment while the sparkling emotion filled him and his pain became a faint pinch. Being here didn't matter anymore, how he felt told him he had nothing to worry about. He was breathing fast and feeling light-headed as time slowed down around him. Completely untainted, wrapped in a shield of warm air, bright, detailed memories of happiness swept his mind and he watched them, frozen in rapturous mist.
Kalek visited the next day. His eyes quickly fell on the white crumpled paper lodged at Jak's feet. Two more bags thudded to the floor. "Some more stuff," said Kalek wearily. Jak leaned forward, snatching the corner of the most accessible bag. Rich, dusty pastry-yoks instead of gum fell out. "I thought you might want some proper food," Kalek quickly interjected. Jak smiled with as much politeness as he could while silently cursing with annoyance. He picked up a pastry and sank his teeth in gingerly, sampling a buttery taste and doughy texture. Sweet, vanilla scented cream oozed out from the core. "Is there anything else you want me to bring?" Kalek asked. Jak handed him the word "Soap" written on paper.
Two solidweekswent slowly and Kalek came to Jak's cell everyday without arousing suspicion. Jak became reliant on the wonderfulnarcotics to bring him momentary distaction from his cell. Kalek started talking to Jak also. The way Daxter would talk to Jak, complaining, boasting and gabbling while Jak would occasionally nod or write an answer. Jak soon virtually knew Kalek's life story. He also noted some unsavoury characteristics of Kalek like his weak-mindedness. It didn't matter much though. Kalek then told Jak one night he could help him to escape.
Erol tailed Tarudsa out of the Hip Hog determinedly. "Get Lost!" she snapped. "I have a boyfriend." Erol murmured something that disgusted her. "Go home Erol and gargle your vomit before you try talking." Erol glared and grabbed her. She punched him harder than he could've imagined and he staggereddumbfoundedlyback. Tarudsa saw him wipe the blood from his nose then produce a knife. He ran at her and she tripped him deftly and with little effort. He slid and fell into a puddle. Smirking, Tarudsa turned away and walked down the street. Ungainly footsteps pounded after her and she spun and felt the excruciating pain of the knife rammed into her chest. Erol clung to her as she suddenly screamed and writhed. The girl he was holding was metamorphosing into a glinting reptilian animal. An egg-shaped gem shone citrine-yellow on the forehead and there was no mistaking the animal. He dropped the metalhead, which instantly changed back to the blood sodden corpse of the girl. The knife protruded from her torso and her shocked, glazed eyes reflected the streetlamps. Erol surveyed her saturninely before rummaging through her clothes. "That is a pretty stone," he whispered wrenching the copper necklace from her throat.
Jak crept down the corridor, listening to the foreboding voices of guards parallel to him. He entered a circular hall and noted the 2 dilapidated elevators on his right as remembered from his directions. Low voices startled him, guards were walking up the stairs he had to get to. Jak flattened himself against the elevator, tightening his chest and pleading that they wouldn't go near where he was. He inhaled silently, wondering if the guard would suddenly walk straight toward him, and everything would be thrown away. The voices faded, footsteps travelled in different directions and he was alone again. He sprinted over to the stairs, sliding his fingers over the steps desperately.He felt a splintered groove carved out and gripped it, pulled the trapdoor open and there was a ladder underneath and his escape route was before him.
Erol walked leisurely back to the fortress, fingering the pretty, intricate sphere he had removed from the metalhead girl. All traces of intoxication had left him and he was anticipating his night shift. A ethereal purple light glowed from somewhere and he stopped, open-mouthed to look around. The stone in his hand was pulsating with the dark purple glare. Someone ran behind him. The figure passed under a streetlight and he saw and recognised the blond-haired captive in a prison uniform. Jak sped down the street, veering into an alley as fesh air whirled gainst his face for the first time in months.
Fear and adrenaline made him maintain his speed as he shot down street after street but his chaser persisted. Jak veered into another sudden turn and a crushing, unbelievable pain slammed into his ankle. Erol watched Jak collapse with satifaction before striding up to the stricken prisoner.
Kalek waited for his shift to end and be replaced by Erol who was oddly late. "Kalek," a guard shouted. "Commander Erol wants to talk to you. Kalek was rooted to the spot. He was directed to a small, angular room he'd never been to before and he walked there fighting an intense urge to run for his life. Jak was sitting on the floor looking stony-eyed and withpainful bruises on his arms. Erol was leaning nonchalantly against the wall, eyes glued to Kalek. He didn't waste time bringing up the nightmarish subject.
"It seems that you two have been having a bit of a relationship," Erol said. "Kalek, I think you should know that it is not encouraged for guards to help prisoners escape. Your friend told me after I found him on the streets with something I'd associate with you." Kalek waited."Your brother is very, very disappointed in youas the Baron has found out everything. Your brother has been banished. However you're extremely lucky, The Baron only gave you a heavy fine and dissolved your employment here." Jak shifted, glancing at the floor. Erol went on in a more malevolent tone."I think that's too good a punishment for you. I think you need to be shown just what I mean by punishment. Your friend is due his." (Anyway you know what's gonna happen here so I'll just look out the bloodywindow for this scene). Kalek swallowed, cursing the day he had ever looked at Jak's profile.
Well that was...brilliant. Oh anyway tell me how crap it is for now andI'll finish this with the epilogue in the next week. Flame, flame, flame I say!