I'd like to thank Krin and WRTD for reviewing, I really need to start writing better reviews to people cause mine are no where near as helpful as yours I'm so happy cause this story isn't a complete failure! I'm actually supposed to be co authoring this story or at least a story with the owner of the Jak 3 game I played but… we never got around to it so here I am. I'm sorry Eruka!!!!!!!!!!

Clue: when she finds out I'm holding you down and watching her beat you.

Umm…I love you to? Any way this chapter kind of wrote itself, I was going to get to spargus in this one too…..but I didn't, I wrote an emotional cheap shot at Jak.Aka: it sux >. I'm sorry its cuase i'm evil.

End really long author note thing…

--- Get Your Freak on--- chapter six

Jak heard the electric doors hiss shut and click as they locked. For the second time in his life he found him self on the wrong side of a cell door. Sure, this room was nicer than the last one, a concrete square with a bed and a chair, but that didn't change anything.

Oh, he could just kill them, every last one of those blue bastards. 'Stick a gun barrel down their throats and watch their heads explode.' He thought maliciously as he struggled against his restraints.

"Come on break," he yelled at the blue inanimate objects around his wrists.

He suddenly lifted up his hands and smashed the handcuffs against the metal bed frame.

"NO. GOOD. GOD. DAMN. DIRTY. ROTTEN. FILTHY. SLUT. BITCHES." he punctuated every angry word with a smash to the bed, "SHIT, DAMN, HELL, FF…huh?"

Jak stared at the broken and mashed manacles that hung around his wrist, one hand was on each side of the bedpost. He stared down at his newly freed hands.

"That….worked." he grumbled still extremely pissed, but pleased.

He threw himself on the bed and stared at the ceiling. 'Stupid people….stupid stupid people' he thought dejectedly.

He couldn't believe that all the council could think about while the city was going to hell again, was him.

"Bastards." He told the ceiling.

As he thought of the stupidity of the councilmen, Veeger slipped into his mind. 'Oh that man is dead' he thought.

"I don't deserve this!" he shouted to no one but the ceiling, he had long ago learned in the dark of another cell that ceilings made great and understanding listeners.

He bolted up right, a hundred thoughts flying thru his head. He started to pace, 'Ashelin owes me big time and this is whati get?'

'Who did every single suicide mission? I did! Who destroyed the metal heads? I did! Wait no, that's not true! Those damn things are still out there! God Damn!' he ran his fingers thru his bi colored hair.

" Damn them all!" He yelled at the compassionate listening ceiling.

He continued to pace, thinking 'its not even my fault, I'll give that bastard an eco freak! I'd like to shove him on that thing and give him a taste!' very evil thoughts poured thru his head, most involving Veeger and other assorted council men and very painful things.

This didn't really make him feel any better, it just brought up more unpleasant things from the depths of his psyche and made his hatred of the baron raise its ugly head.

He yelled, a sound of pure frustration and lunged at the wall.

He panted heavily as he stared at his embedded fist. He watched as his pale lavender hand slowly faded back to normal.

He took a moment to compose himself. Then he attempted to remove his hand from the wall. It didn't budge.

He placed his other hand on the wall for leverage and pulled. Pain course thru his knucklesbut his hand remained lodged exactly were his temper had put it.

He leaned back as far as his arm would allow and pulled with all his body weight. He shoved one booted foot against the wall and pulled with all his might but he remained attached to the wall

"This is cute," He told the ceiling sarcastically. He sighed and gave his hand one last stubborn yank.

He fell on his ass.

His knuckles were bleeding profusely; he tore a corner of the white bed sheet and wrapped it around his hand. From his position on the floor, he scooted back into the corner.

"Alright, its just being locked up again that's freaking me out," he said to himself, he wanted out right then more than anything else, he took a few deep breathes, paused and looked deep in thought, "I got to stop talking to myself"

The kind and compassionate ceiling was disappointed.