Jak and Daxter and all affiliated characters, situations and places are property of Naughty Dog. Original characters are mine.

I hated having to write this chapter but it's necessary for future plot and blah blah. This chapter is rated R for suggested sexual themes, consent issues, language and slight grossness. This shall be known as the "Bastard Erol" and semicolon chapter.

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Chapter Four: Violation

Erol was furious. It had been a year since they had brought the boy in. Praxis had been told of the boy's tolerance for Eco and when he would arrive in the city. It had been Erol's job to bring him in. The Krimzon Guard leader did not question where the Baron had gotten his information, nor did he really care. They had pumped enough Dark Eco through Jak's body to kill a normal man but the boy had shown no change.

Then two days ago the boy had spoken for the first time. It was a single word: stop.

It was then that Erol knew they had made progress. During the initial physical examination the doctors had noted some damage to the boy's vocal cords that rendered him mute. The fact that he could now speak had to be a result of the Dark Eco fusing with his system, Erol was sure of it.

But now the boy was somehow altering the treatment by sheer force of will. Erol didn't think that Jak would be able to hold out for very long but the delay was making the Baron anxious. The Metalheads and the Underground were getting bolder and the Krimzon Guard was run ragged from fighting a two-way front. Having a Dark Warrior would tip the scales permanently in the Baron's favor but it was just taking so much time.

Erol needed to break the boy, make him realize the futility of resistance. Physical torture could only go so far, Jak had to remain healthy for the Dark Eco treatments, but psychological torture could still be used; the boy's sanity wasn't required. The problem was that since the boy had been silent for a year, Erol didn't know anything about him. And even now that the boy had been granted the ability to speak, he still refused to.

The frustration was taking its toll on Erol, making him even more irritable. He snapped at the other Krimzon Guards, sending them on dangerous assignments that could easily get them killed and he had physically attacked one of his scientists. That the Baron had noticed.

He had given Erol two choices: to take the night off and rest or to step down permanently from the program. Erol had chosen the former.

As Erol left the prison compound he wondered what he would do with himself. He had not had time to himself in as long as he could remember. Erol actually felt uncomfortable in civilian clothes; they were unnatural to him. It wouldn't do to walk around town in his uniform, though; it wasn't conducive to relaxing.

Baron Praxis had granted his captain the night off and Erol was on the prowl.

There were many bars and taverns in the slums of Haven City but this one looked slightly cleaner than most. Erol stepped in, watching his step just in case someone had decided to be sick on the floor. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer. As he waited, he scanned the place for anyone interesting. Most everyone was either coupled or in a larger group, thus being inaccessible. Erol scowled. This wasn't going to be quite as easy as he had hoped. He decided to wait until he finished his beer. If he didn't find a prospect by then he would leave.

People flowed in and out of the bar, but as Erol's drink got lower and lower he was becoming bored with every new face. He sucked down the final drop and took one last look around.

There was a girl at the end of the bar; she looked like an easy mark. Her clothes were tattered and dirty, worn for far too long without any mending. A pair of goggles held her crazy red-orange hair back away from her face. She wasn't pretty but she was cute in an awkward way. She was already halfway drunk so it wouldn't take much to coax her into his bed. And as a bonus, she looked like the bitch that had been with Jak on the day they took him into custody.

"I wasted a year on those guys!" she shouted at the bartender.

The bartender glared. "Keep your voice down."

The girl nodded. "A whole freaking year," she whispered. She looked at her drink and was disappointed to find it was empty.

Erol decided to make his move. He slid into the seat next to her, giving her his most charming smile.

"Hello," he said.

"Stop smiling like that, you're giving me the creeps," the girl said, shuddering.

Erol did as she requested. That had not gone as well as he had hoped. He decided to try another tactic, "Sorry. I just saw you sitting over here and thought you looked lonely."

The girl smirked, shaking her glass. "My drink's looking a little lonely if you know what I mean."

Erol took the hint and ordered her another beverage, putting it on his tab. "Thanks, buddy," the girl said.

"Not a problem," Erol said. When the bartender returned, Erol grabbed the drink from him and set it in front of the girl. She took it and downed it in one gulp. Crimson burst onto her cheeks and she coughed a little.

"Oh, that burns," she sniggered. "You know it's good when it can strip paint!"

Erol smiled, a few more like that and she would be knocked out for the evening.

The girl turned to him and picked up his hand. "The name's Daxter," the girl said, pumping it up and down a few times.

Odd name, Erol thought. "Erol."

"Erol, nice name, it's all masculine and everything," Daxter muttered. She dropped his hand and rubbed her forehead. "Yeesh, it's dark in here, can't see a damn thing."

"It helps with hangovers," Erol said.

Daxter nodded. "Ah, preventative measures. Maybe they should have a 'Don't drink so much you puke' sign."

"I think you're already past that point," Erol said.

"What are you talking about? I can drink you under the table any day of the week, buddy."

Erol shook his head, choosing not to comment.

Daxter stared at him for a moment. She reached out a hand and cupped Erol's face, her thumb tracing the markings. He noted that her fingers had some calluses on them. She wasn't quite as soft as she looked. "You've got some nice tattoos, real tough."

"They're standard issue," Erol said.

"What are you in some kind of cult or something?" she asked.

Erol smiled. "Or something."

Daxter sighed, resting her cheek on her hand. "I always wanted a cult. You know, ordering people around all day, a harem of beautiful women catering to your every whim. Feeding you grapes and chocolate—"

"Wouldn't you rather have men?" Erol asked.

Daxter scoffed. "Nah, they don't look as good in sparkly pants."

Erol was growing uncomfortable with this thread of conversation. Unfortunately, he asked the worst question possible, "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"

And she did. "I grew up in this village you know, real quiet and everything. I used to think that quiet was a bad thing until I came here and that changed my mind real fast—"

Erol was starting to wonder if this was a bad idea. He tuned out her words and just let her voice wash over him.

"I was with this group for a while called the Pariah, bunch of bums all of 'em. I mean, I liked them and all but you know. The only reason I even stayed with them was because they said that they could find my buddy for me. And what do they give me after a year, a whole YEAR? 'Oh, he's in this Dark Eco Warrior Program thing.'"

That caught Erol's attention. People outside of the Krimzon Guard knew about the program? He needed to find out where the information leak was and fast.

The girl was still babbling, "And I said, 'They're lying.' And he said, 'No, I'm not.' And I said, 'Uh-huh.' And he said, 'Nah-uh.'"

Erol interrupted, knowing that this could go on all night. "Who was this again?"

Daxter gave him a drunken "weren't you paying attention" glare. "The Pariah. Stif promised they could find my friend for me, but no they had to get their info from a bunch of lying—"

"Why did you think he was lying?" Erol asked.

The girl snorted. "'Cause who the hell would be stupid enough to mess with Dark Eco? I mean, look what it did to me!"

Erol was puzzled. "It gave you buckteeth?"

Daxter scowled. "Ha ha, screw you, pal." She wobbled to her feet.

Erol grabbed her wrist and pulled her back down to her seat. "Wait. You said something about having a friend."

"Yeah, my buddy Jak, my best friend in the whole world. I have no idea why the hell they took him away. Real sweet and he's got this ass that you can bounce a quarter off of and his smile--"

Erol felt everything slide into place. Oh this was just too perfect. This girl actually was the snarling redhead who had confronted him the year before. At the time, he had just wanted to snap her neck, now he had better plans.

"—He was the only person who would ever listen to me, probably because he couldn't talk."

Erol placed a finger against her lips. "Why don't you have another drink?" he asked.

Daxter gave him a sloppy grin. "Sure, sounds like fun."

He ordered another drink and watched with satisfaction as Daxter sucked it down. She started to talk about Jak again, her gestures slow and uncoordinated as if her limbs were too heavy for her body. Erol didn't hear most of what she said. He just responded in the right places to look as if he was really listening. Finally, during one jerking hand movement, she fell off the stool.

"Let's go outside, you need some air," Erol said. Daxter just gave him a sleepy nod.

Erol wrapped an arm around her small waist. Daxter staggered against him, trying to maintain balance. "I'm okay, I'm okay."

The Captain led her through the streets to a hotel. It satisfied Erol's few requirements it was quiet, out of the way and clean. He paid the manager and dragged the drunken girl up to a rented room.

Her soft body meshed against him as she kept talking. Although the physical sensation of her curves was pleasant the constant chatter irritated him. Erol wondered if this girl ever shut up.

Once inside, he propped her up against the wall and shut the door.

Daxter watched him with bleary eyes. "You know, I'm real thankful for this 'cause I need to sleep—"

Erol pressed himself against her, his lips closing over hers. Daxter's fists flailed against his shoulder, trying to push him away. His nudged his leg forward, nestling it between her thighs. Heat seared her lower body.

"What?" she gasped.

Daxter didn't remember much after that.

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The sun was just crawling up over the horizon when Erol opened his eyes. He was still in the hotel room and the girl lay tangled in the sheets next to him. She was sleeping on her stomach with her head buried in the pillow. In between soft breaths he could hear her muttering about home.

He struggled to remember her name. It started with a D—Diane, Deirde, Danielle, Daxter that was it. Daxter had been inexperienced but her mewling and whimpering had done wonders for his arousal. She was funny looking but there was no denying the appeal of that smooth expanse of back. He set himself to memorizing the curves of her body. He wanted to describe every detail to the boy. And if description wasn't enough—

Erol took a knife out of his pants. He gripped a small section of hair right at the back of the neck and sliced it off. The lock was soft and smelled like the girl. He tied the hair together and put it in his pocket. He resisted the urge for one last kiss to get her smell on his breath. He thought that might be overkill.

He pulled his clothes on, wanting to be gone before she awoke. As he headed for the door he thought of one last thing. Erol scribbled a note on the hotel stationary and left it on the pillow where he slept. He then shut the door and left.

When he returned to work that morning he felt better than he had in years. Perhaps he would even start racing again.

Erol grinned as he entered the testing lab.

The Krimzon Guards dragged the boy out of his cell and strapped him to the restraint chair. The boy's green and blond hair had grown long during his time in the prison but his face remained as clean as a baby's. Erol noted that the boy smelled fresh, he had been showered the previous night.

Erol waved the other scientists and Guards out of the room. He wanted some alone time with the boy.

"Hello Jak, would you believe that I ran into an old friend of yours?" Erol said.

The boy did not respond he simply stared at the ceiling.

"She was with you when we took you in, her name was Daxter, if I remember."

The boy made an almost imperceptible twitch at the name. A less trained eye would have missed it completely, but The Captain was not an officer for nothing.

Erol felt a small thrill of victory. "Yeah, we had a lot of fun last night. Found her at a bar, trashed out of her mind. It didn't take much to get her into bed. She's still looking for you, you know."

Jak just glared at the Krimzon Guard Captain.

Erol smirked. "Don't believe me?" Erol pulled the lock of hair from his pocket. "As you know red hair is common in Haven City but orange and red, that's unusual—"

"Don't touch her!" Jak yelled.

"It's a little late for that," Erol said. He leaned forward, his mouth almost touching Jak's ear. "When she came, she screamed your name."

Jak roared and jerked at his restraints, his eyes filled with fury. "I'll kill you, you bastard!"

"I'll make you a deal, Jak. If you stop resisting the treatments I won't make any more visits to your little girlfriend, although that might be tough. She feels so good from the inside and her skin is to die for," Erol said.

Jak panted in frustration, his arms aching to break the smirking Krimzon Guard's face.

Erol just stood back and watched. So many mixed emotions, it was hard to tell what was going on in the boy's mind. Several moments passed. "Well, Eco Freak?"

When the reply came, it was almost too soft to hear. "Do you promise not to hurt her anymore?"

Erol leered. "Not one hair on her little head," he said.

Jak nodded, his head drooped against his chest.

Erol pressed the intercom button. "Doctors, you may come in. The subject is willing to resume testing," he said. Erol turned to Jak. "If you're good Jak, maybe I'll give you some of the details."

Jak ignored the taunt and stared at the tattered clothes covering his chest. He silently swore that if Erol ever touched Daxter again he would rip the man limb from limb. A sneer spread across Jak's lips. Erol never saw the expression but if he had he would have been very frightened indeed.

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Daxter woke with a pounding headache and an odd empty feeling between her legs. She shifted and winced. For some reason her thighs were stuck together. She groaned and pulled them apart. "What did I do last night?" she muttered. She lifted the sheet. Blood and something white was caked to the junction between her groin and her legs.

Daxter shot up to a sitting position and grabbed her throbbing head. Her stomach rolled at the sudden moment. "What the hell happened to me?" she asked the empty room. Panic flooded her senses; she couldn't remember anything. There was a man and he took her to the room, but what happened after that? Okay, she thought, back up. She had spent the night alone in a room with a man and she was naked—she stopped at the realization. Bile rose up in her throat. She rushed to the trashcan and emptied her stomach contents into the unfortunate receptacle.

She sat back on the floor and wiped her sweaty brow. The inside of her mouth tasted foul. Never in her life had she wanted a bath so much. Daxter pushed herself to her feet and stumbled into the bathroom.

She scrubbed herself clean and then stood there letting the water course over her body until it turned cold. She turned the shower off and dried herself off. As she ran the towel through her hair she noticed a small chunk missing from the back of her neck. Daxter turned to try and see where her hair was missing. It wasn't that noticeable if she combed it right but the hair was definitely gone. "What kind of sick—" Daxter refused to finish the thought. She just wanted to get dressed and get the hell out.

Daxter went back into the bedroom and picked her scattered clothes off of the ground. She slipped her clothes on, grateful to be covered again. She did one last inspection of the room and noticed something on the bed.

There on the left-side pillow was a note. Daxter snatched it up. The note was short, consisting of only four words: He lives, don't bother.

Daxter crumpled the paper in her fist, that bastard knew who Jak was. She threw the note against the wall and watched as it bounced to the floor. "That didn't make me feel better," she muttered. But the knowledge that Jak was alive did.

She guessed that this guy had to work in the prison; it was the only thing that made sense. Daxter wondered if he knew who she was before he tried to seduce her. Did it matter? Not particularly.

The one thing she had to be thankful for was that she didn't remember it. Daxter knew what had happened, it was pretty obvious. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel. She was angry but mostly she just felt embarrassed. As often as she had bragged about her prowess in the bedroom she had never actually had a sexual encounter before. So now she could say that she had one but it was with a man and she couldn't say what happened if she tried. And on top of all of this the man she had just banged was somehow involved in Jak's imprisonment.

Daxter groaned and smacked her forehead. As if she wasn't having enough problems being a chick, she thought. She wondered if things could get any worse.

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