This fic is a rewrite of "Nobody's Hero" by "Dean's Little Secret" originally published to in 2009, the fic has since been removed. I have this fic saved personally and have attempted to reach out to the original author, but never heard back. Their fic has been a big inspiration to me and one of the first I read. I had always thought about making my own fic inspired by it and even giving it a proper ending. I'm not sure if I should repost the original as I don't know what the author's feelings are. Let me know what you think, and if I should continue with my own reimagining.
As the sun sank over the horizon, darkness began its descent upon Kras City, bringing with it a foreboding chill to the air. Most people didn't stray too far out into the darkness at this time of day. It just wasn't safe, not when the gangs battled for rule over the town in the shadows. A lonely young man was the only one who seemed to be unknowing or uncaring to this though, as he walked through the dark and dingy alleyways. Jak was headed to his commode, his vehicle wrecked beyond drivability in today's race. Keira had promised him she'd get it up and running for the next one. Jak had felt bad leaving the car in such an awful state, and worried if she would be able to fix it in time. Everyday, Jak could feel the poison that coursed through his veins, the post-mortem gift from Krew that threatened to end him and all of his friends if he didn't win the circuit.
Jak had stayed as long as he could, trying to help Keira anyway possible. Although she was the more handy type, she did appreciate his help holding the flashlight just so, or handing her the tool she needed, or holding a piece of metal up so she could weld it back into place. He thought back to when he had, just earlier, handed her a flathead screwdriver and for a moment, their fingers had brushed against each other. Jak had blushed bright red, that hand immediately flying up to the back of his neck in nervousness. He attempted to tilt his face away and play the pass off casually. He wasn't sure if Kiera had noticed; she had promptly turned her head away as well. But, he could have sworn he saw rose tinting the tips of her ears. The thought alone brought a flutter to his stomach. He had never really made a move on Kiera before, especially not after his time imprisoned and experimented on under Praxis. He had been irreparably changed, literally, with all of the dark eco that was forcibly injected into him, changing him into his alter ego when he'd consumed enough dark eco. Not to mention the recent addition of his light eco persona. Before, he had felt like she was too good for someone like him, and all this only solidified that sentiment further. He was a monster with pure manifestations of light and dark eco swirling around in his blood, never fully leaving him and whispering to him endlessly. Over time, he had gotten quite good at drowning them out. When he wasn't full of their eco, it was much easier to bear, their power wasn't as strong and that in turn made their incessant chatter quieter.
After they had managed to get the car back into a somewhat decent shape, they parted ways, Kiera heading to her motel with Samos, and Jak back to his domicile with Daxter. Kiera had asked if he wanted her and Samos to walk him back, as Daxter had already left earlier stating he 'didn't want to watch the two of them making goo-goo eyes at each other'. Jak had declined the offer, he was staying in a different motel than them. They would have to double back once they dropped Jak off.
"And, after all," Jak said, "it's not that far of a walk, I can handle it."
Samos had waved his hand in dismissal uttering "Suit yourself!" while Kiera lingered for a moment, meeting eyes with Jak. Even the way she looked at him made him feel like he could turn into a puddle on the floor. He gave a quick thumbs up, before she gave him a smile and a quick nod, and followed her father out of the garage.
Now, Jak walked the quiet streets, the tall buildings around him blocking out the last bits of sunlight, making it feel later than it really was. His mind continued to wander to Kiera, to their brief touch, wondering what would have happened if he had doubled down and grabbed her hand. Would she have pulled away? What if she didn't. What if she had leaned in and tried to-
The sudden scrape of metal was all the warning Jak received, before something hard hit him full force on the back. Jak felt the wind knocked from him as he staggered. Staggered, but didn't fall. In a quick motion, Jak turned around and threw a punch at his attacker. He felt his fist connect, then a loud crack as it met bone, the noise bringing some satisfaction. Whoever it was that thought they could get the drop on him should know that he wouldn't go down without a fight. He blocked a retaliation punch aimed at his face, before he was suddenly hit around the side of his head from behind. Jak instantly saw stars and tried to whip back around and take down this new target, but the first one landed a hit to his gut before he could. As he felt multiple sets of hands attempt to pin him to the ground, Jak tried to reach for Dark, but he didn't have enough energy to transform, nor did he have enough from Light to heal himself. Jak continued to struggle nonetheless, biting at any hands that came too close to his face, and elbowing and kicking in a frenzy to shake the villains off. As he fought, hissing and swearing, a pair of black boots suddenly entered his vision. Someone grabbed a fistful of his hair, and his head was wrenched up to see who those boots belonged to.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here," The booted man drawled.
"Out here all alone I see, good, that little orange rat of yours can be such a headache."
"Razer!" Jak snapped, jerking in his captor's bounds, now realizing they were most likely Razer's men: Edje, Shiv, and Cutter.
"What do you want?!".
"I just came to congratulate you on coming as far as you did, but you and I both know someone would really prefer if you forfeited the race."
It looked like Mizo was set on Jak and his friends dropping out, which was understandable, when his stranglehold over this city was riding on this event. He knew Razer was a formerly retired racer, but sending his goons out to beat and threaten him as well? It was clear how desperate Mizo was getting. Too bad Jak had a lot riding on this race as well.
"Yeah, and I already said, that isn't happening." Jak hissed.
Razer tutted, tapping the ash off of his cigarette.
"You've been causing a lot of problems for us Jak. This is your final warning, drop out of the race, now." Razer hissed.
Jak said nothing, continuing to snarl at the man above him. Razer took one last drag off of his cigarette, before dropping it to the ground and crushing it under foot.
"You hear that, it looks like the young man won't listen to reason." Razer announced to the men holding Jak. Razer bent down and grabbed Jak's chin in his hand. Jak jerked and growled, while Razer fixed him with a half-lidded grin.
"Looks like we need to teach the boy a lesson."
The dark tone of Razer's voice made Jak's stomach tighten in dread, but his face betrayed nothing, not wanting to give Razer the satisfaction of seeing him afraid.
Razer smiled, glancing over once again to the men that held him. Jak could hear them chuckle over top of him, a knowing chuckle that made his skin crawl. In a flash, every conceivable sort of torture and pain these men could deliver danced through his brain. Jak quickly felt as his hands went numb and mouth went dry. He tightened his jaw, trying to ward away the fear.
Razer leaned in close then and nipped at his ear.
"Tonight, you'll be our little whore."
Jak felt his stomach somersault, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief. Out of all of the scenarios his brain had conjured, this was possibly the absolute worst. This couldn't be happening.
Razer stood up.
"Strip him." He said simply.
Jak jerked, as he felt a set of hands reach for his waist, attempting to remove his pants. Jak growled angrily, like a caged animal, trying to shake the men off of him. Another hand pulled at his shirt and began to roughly fondle his chest. Jak let out another cry, jerking and yelling, trying to get them off of him. Suddenly, he felt something cold meet his temple, hard.
"Quit moving, or we'll just blow your brains out and be done with it." One of them hissed at him.
Jak froze, his breath coming out in heavy shudders. His skin crawled, as hands touched him all over.
"So, Jak," Razer mused, "how would you like it? Bent down on all fours on the ground here, or would you prefer being bent over those garbage bins like the trash that you are?"
Razer stood there eyeing him waiting for an answer, as the men continued to grab and fondle him. Jak swallowed down the bile he felt inching up his throat.
"Whatever." He tried to say passively, but the crack in his voice gave away his true feelings.
Razer smiled viciously then.
"Well, since you're going to be our bitch for tonight… need I say more?"
Jak was then pushed the rest of the way down, his cheek meeting with the dirty cobblestone ground, as Razer moved around to the back of him.
"Tell me Jak, have you ever done this before?" Razer asked, the rustle of cloth indicated he was undoing his pants.
Jak wasn't sure what he was asking, whether he had been assaulted in an alleyway before, or if he had ever had sex. The answer to both of those was no. He had never had sex, and had definitely never been raped.
Raped.
The word passed through his mind and the reality of it hit him like a bucket of ice cold water. That was what was about to happen to him. He was about to be raped. The realization brought tears to his eyes and a new and intense wave of nausea to his throat.
"Are you ready, liebchen?" Razer murmured softly. Jak tried to prepare himself, but he knew nothing in the world could prepare him for what was about to happen. Jak felt as Razer spread his cheeks, jumping in fear and horror when he felt him spit at his hole. He felt something press hard against it, then Razer thrust.
Jak bit his lip, barely holding back a scream. Razer thrust again. Tears pricked Jak's eyes. He felt like throwing up. It hurt. It hurt so much.
"You're so nice and tight for me, Jak." Razer purred.
Jak had no idea how Razer could be enjoying this with how horrible and painful it was on his end.
"Come on, Jak. I want to hear how much you're enjoying this." Razer murmured, leaning into his ear.
Jak could taste blood, as he bit his lip harder. He didn't want to give Razer the satisfaction of hearing him cry. He was already doing something so deplorable and unspeakable to him. He wanted to stay strong, to hold onto his last shred of dignity. He was a warrior, a hero, the son of a king.
Razer gripped his hips, bucking into him harsh and quickly.
"Come on jak, scream for me!" Razer yelled. He gave an especially deep and harsh thrust, sheathing himself fully. Jak gasped, he felt himself tear. Razer thrust again, tearing him open more and more, and very quickly the pain became unbearable. Each thrust elicited a louder and louder cry from Jak, until he was fully screaming and sobbing, just as Razer wanted. He couldn't stop himself, his steely wall of defense taken down so rapidly and ruthlessly. With each cry, each thrust, all his worth, his agency, it was being violently ripped away from him.
Jak's fingers clawed fruitlessly at the cobblestone, as his screams and sobs echoed around the dark alleyway. He felt something warm and wet running down his thighs. He gagged, realizing it was his own blood.
"That's it Jak, sing for me. Ever since I first saw you I knew I needed to see you like this." Razer growled as he picked up the pace. Finally, Jak felt as Razer finished moaning in pleasure. When Razer pulled out of him, Jak remained motionless, his eyes unfocused and far away.
"So," he heard Razer say, lighting up a cigarette,
"Who's next?"
Jak closed his eyes, shuddering as he felt an exchange of bodies, and a new set of hands landed on his hips. It was going to be a long night. He tried to imagine himself somewhere else, maybe on the warm sands of sandover beach, hanging out with Daxter and Keira. What would they do if they saw him like this? They'd probably be disgusted, letting something like this happen to him. They'd probably laugh in his face. Really? Him? Raped?
Jak groaned as he was violated anew. As his ears began to ring and his world grew black, Jak made a wish he would never wake again.