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WARNING: Slow plotting ahead!

Kalek wanted to core his wrists, like apples and display them, sticky and saturated to Jak so that he wasn't alone in pain. Jak's face was milky and powdered with purple fear as his eyes fell on the mirror that Erol had dumped in front of him with a smile. Erol had his body twisted, Jak could only face his reflection and it stared back at him with tarry eyes. Erol paused, then suddenly sprung forward, he grabbed Jak's elbow and only the hilt of a knife was seen protruding serenely from Jak's arm like it was rooted there. His eyelids pulled back, his pupils focused and the pain sucked at his consciousness. Jak screamed and Erol twisted the knife raising it by octaves. Kalek could almost hear the veins snapping like elastic and the scream went on a second then Erol kicked Jak with a bony leg.

It was so roasting in the room; Kalek's throat felt sun dried and ready to crack while Jak managed to squeeze out small noises of pain for every touch of Erol's knife. Then the blood-permeated instrument was left away; apparently torture by knives had grown tedious. Kalek should have bled copiously for that hour and every gleam of pain in it as he listened dully and watched Jak's face in the mirror with slimy eyes.

After that he and Jak were left alone with a single guard there to watch them. "Oh, it's the little faggot, we heard you sobbing like a baby, Erol must have really scareded you,"the guardmocked, his tongue slopping like a fish.

Jak glanced at the guard; only making him guffaw louder and Jak's cheeks went a slight, pinched red. Kalek was currently experiencing a new feeling for that guard and it was hating him so much he fantasised about force-feeding him his own excrement and body fluids. One of the worst parts of that hour was Erol's explanation of the events. "The Baron found out about your brother's side "activities" Kalek. I'm sorry to say that he didn't take it to well. Your brother has been banished so just wish the metalheads give him a quick death in that hot sun." Erol's relaxed eyes travelled the room ostentatiously.

" I know you cared more about the prisoners Kalek," he tugged Jak's head and dodged snapping teeth, but I didn't know you'd go so far as to assist one. Was it because he was fairly young or was it because you couldn't take the fact that your elder brother was raping him?" Oh please not that. Now Jak's full and undivided attention was on him and he would want to eviscerate him within the next moment. Erol went on, his voice quilted in enjoyment of course. "Kalek, I always knew you had such an unusual conscience, pity it killed your brother." Stop saying my name!

"Why the hell would it be my fault that my brother's a sadist?" Kalek blurted, tone riddled with contained anger.

"This prisoner's escape brought "events" to the Baron's eye. And that wasn't a good thing for some people," Erol added now taking in Jak's utterly confused expression. "You "beep"er Erol, You "beeping" "beep"er, Kalek spat. Erol faced him condescendingly. "Consider yourself lucky, the Baron only dissolved your employment in the KG and gave you a fine," Erol wasn't as composed as before, insult always sparked a reaction from his frozen face. "You can leave now," whispered Erol in a scorching tone.

Jak was given new experiments the week after. They strapped his ripped body to a sort of table and he felt fear winding up his back like a cold snake. A machine was switched on and Jak saw crackling, purple streams emerge and begin to weave through him. The tingling discomfort begin to pile on and he felt it accumulating in his stomach, it was starting to hurt and the machine switched off just before he opened his mouth. They undid the straps. His muscles felt so paralysed yet he somehow made it back to his cell. Once there, he slipped and folded on to the floor like a human rug, safe in the small, dark tomb.

A shadow broke out. Jak bristled and the person edged forward with overt intent. Jak stared at the guard with drilling eyes. His mouth was set but beginning to clench into a snarl. Jak dug his heels into the solid concrete and leapt at the guard. He got a clear and satisfying punch in the gut but the fleshy drum returned some of the shock to his knuckles. The guard's fist slammed rock hard on to his back and his knees wobbled. He was punched again on the neck with bone shattering force and his face rushed to collide with the ground.

He pulled his limbs into his abdomen, forcing himself off the ground. The guard's foot came down on his back, crushing his weakened muscles like eggshells and he sprained his neck swaying back to the ground. He could have possibly fought better if only the experiment hadn't made him so unresponsive. The guard's nailed made trenches in his skin as the upper part of his clothing was ripped off. His thoughts seemed to form hands that gripped his head and shook it violently saying," Prevent it, prevent it!" in his ears. Fabric was bunched at his navel and ripped off like a cobweb being brushed away.

His muscles clenched feebly but were kept under the lock of fatigue. Jak was purely able to sense, smell putrescent onion perspiration, hear fuddling and calm breathing. Pain and shock and grim acceptance and a bare cell and shame and a guard weighing him down. He dreamt later of the guard. The guard, face down, roaring in pain with his legs thumping off the ground and his palms skinned and moist. The pain was immense like someone was twisting and skewering this guards intestine and his ribs were the texture of sandpaper. The guard's muscles were buckled, shying away from the acidic feeling but it was inside him, eroding away his tissues.

Happily, the next day the guards were whispering about someone or other found dead of eco poisoning. They glanced furtively at Jak like he had eco-dripping stingers for eyes and avoided his cell with its tainted air. Erol showed more than a speck of annoyance when informed of Jak's toxicity but he kept away only whispering threats of how he would raise Jak's scalp with blood blisters but they were idle, nothing like that ever occurred again.

Erol stalked sometime later through Haven City pondering the mystery of Jak. Why was dark eco absorbed into him like water and he remained healthy, just death for anyone else too close to him. Erol entered Haven forest, printing soft footsteps on the mulch ground. A slender, pretty girl with large effulgent eyes was leaning against a tree. Her bowed head swished up and she met his gaze with a smile. "Erol, hi," she said nibbling her cheek. "Have I broken your solitude," he asked. She smiled amiably. "I just thought I'd take a break from the garage," she said smoothly. And not land on to assholes like you!

"Yes you've been working hard, I know." I wish you'd go find someone else to coax into bed, you whore, Daxter's an angel compared to you. She curved her lips. His eyes didn't suit him. They were honey coloured when they should be blood red. "Did you have a hard day?" Of course I had a hard day! You guards treat me like sht, stalking around like wearing crap armour really makes you soattractive to all women, men and frikkin metalheads. Wow, look at me Erol, this pouty little little girl who doesn't know one end of a wrench from the other just waiting to be scooped into your lovingbed.

"Sorta, have you heard anything yet about him?" him, meaning Jak. That was all Erol was useful for information. "No sorry the guards haven't gathered any information." Oh seriously? Well maybe if you guards could get off your asses you might actually find something. Why wasn't Jak here? Or her dad, why did they have to be split up?She glanced upward and her throat felt frozen.Did Erol actually know anything,everything he saidcould have beenjust a honey-coloured lie. Did he know about Jak? Erol mumbled something incoherent in the background. No, Jak couldn't be seen by him, Jak could smell dodginess through 6 walls. Oh precursors, let him be OK, not dead, not hurt.

Why was Erol still here? "I brought you something I found, you might like it," he said. A heavy, coppery necklace was put on her palm. "Oh it's so...pretty," she said absentmindedly. That idiot, go command your stupid guards, I don't want anything from you, ever. The necklace was strange, maybe it would be useful in vehicle making though. "Thank you Erol, you're so kind."

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