Afterwards.
Chapter Sixteen: One year and a Day.
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There is going to be....Parts of lemon flashback, so beware. Well, not really lemon, but rape? S-ssorry. Erol found out that Jaks' the baby daddy (says 'baby daddy' like a true gangstah OG. YO.)... You'll see how he found out.

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All she could see was the hazy face of the nurse looming over her as Pung wearily opened her eyes. When she tried to sit up, a harsh pain shot through her belly, and between her legs. The nurse grumbled and slowly coaxed her back down so the female wouldn't strain against her bounds.

"What happened?" Pung asked, speaking for the first time in hours. Her voice crispy and crunchy like dead leaves under feet. The nurse pulled off her rubber gloves and put a sheet over the mother,"You were unconscious for a day." An ultrasound machine was beside the bed, one Pung had never seen before. The image was blurry, and the nurse flicked off the monitor screen.

When Pung looked up at the older female, she nodded and muttered,"The baby's fine." The mother sighed softly; a cool wave of relief rushed over her as the nurse un-bound her arms. "You are free to go," the nurse said in one straight tone. Pung nodded, even though she still had questions, and was escorted down the hall towards her cell. The female kept starring down at her arms and thighs, which were bandaged up. It hurt to walk. She passed Jaks' room, slowing slightly, only to find Jak not there. The guard nudged her to keep her moving, and Pung reached her cell and crawled onto her bed.

When she blinked, or closed her eyes she could see flashbacksof what had happened almost two days before. Flashes of an animal like scream, searing pain, and low growling. Pung remembered her insides burning, the smell of blood and eco. She opened her eyes again; perhaps her mind was trying to hide her from whatever had happened. She pondered where Jak was, he probably knew who did this. He probably had the closure she was looking for.

"I knew it was you all along..." A voice barked into Jaks' ear,"You thought you could kill her? One of my most cherished experiments is growing inside of her, and you almost ended that." Erol laughed and clapped his hands together,"Why would you take that away from me?" Jak groaned and contemplated spitting at Erol, debated on whether or not to turn into Dark and rip the markings off his face.

Erol made a clicking noise and did his most favourite thing of grabbing at the blonds hair,"I knew you were the father all along. It's going to be... Epic, Jak." The marked elf dropped Jaks' head and moved to the other side of the chair,"Your child has already been receiving the necessary amount of eco to be the perfect weapon." Jaks' eyes went wide,"Are you fucking crazy?!" He could not stop himself for yelling, and received a long shock of dark eco for doing so. Erol started to laugh before turning to a guard,"Get this freak out of my site." With that, Jak was escorted back into his cell.

"You don't remember how the baby was made?"

Pungs' eyes flew open; she had fallen asleep for just a few moments. She quickly put her hands on her belly to feel the being inside of her quiver slightly. "What... Did he do?" She asked the engorged stomach; almost believing it would answer back. Almost wishing it would tell her that, no, Jak did not rape her. Those claws were not his, or those eyes. Or that voice.

But, it was not Dark either.

Was it both?

Pung shuddered as Callisto moved inside of her. She could only remember parts of what happened, Jaks' face and the pain. His claws threatened to reach inside of her. She was in and out of consciousness when that had happened. Did he enjoy doing that to a limp body? To a body covered in blood and tears. Each time she closed her eyes, Pung could see parts of what had happened.

It would not be rape if she did enjoy it. But, this time... It was very different. Pung knew that this creature was not Jak. If it was... Things would probably be different. She could hear memories of herself repeating,'no' or 'stop'. That was not consent. Then again, when the baby was made, She could not remember if she said no. It was all her crazy side. What truly happened last night?

The female buried her face into the palms of her hands. 'Why would he do that?' She thought in silence. Pung wiped her face and looked up; spotting two guards walk past her cell. It was almost a signal that Jak was back in his room. Pung took a deep breath before standing up, flinching at the wounds in and all over her body.

Jaks' chin was resting on his knees, the rest of his body tightly close. If he closed his eyes he could forget. He would let his thoughts turn into mush; a wave of sand from Sandavor village would take his thoughts away. It would take his whole mind away and Jak would be able to be happy again. The scars would melt off into a soothing cool breeze and with the scars, Dark would vanish. Daxter and Keira would be on the beach with him... Perhaps even his new baby... Maybe even Pung. But…thought of Pung and the baby brought him back to the cold caustic metal of reality. Jak started to rock back and forth.

They brought unhappy thoughts. Dark tried to kill his own child. But what had happened weren't all Darks doing. He was unsure of what had happened yesterday. Dark and him were forming together. Jak opened his eyes to find Pung sitting right in front of him, her hand raised in a slapping position. Her eyes were bright yellow, indicating her crazy side. Jak cleared his throat,"Stop!" She did not obey, instead her palm made contact with Jaks' cheek.

The male got thrown off the bed, his eyes looking up at a crazy person, her hands forming two shaky purple balls of electricity. Jak groaned watching the dark eco balls burn searing dents in the wall. Pung -Well, Crazy Pung- slinked up to Jak, her belly huge and awkward. A dangerous lioness protecting her unborn cub.

The female gasped and transformed back into her less threatening form. Pung starred at her hands,"You..." It must have taken a lot of her strength to turn into her dark form, because she collapsed a few moments later. Jak blinked and walked up to her and noticed that she was not unconscious, but crying silently. At that moment, Pung realized what he had did that night. It was not rape, but a lure to kill her unborn child. The memories had come back... She just had to see his face.

Jak sighed and put a hand on Pungs back, he did not wish to speak no more. He wished he were still mute. He decided not to speak, but instead to pull Pung closer to him. She struggled at first, pounding her fists against his chest, shaking her head. But soon, she was still. The whole prison was still. It was still until her hiccups faded, it was motionless even half an hour after that.

"Who are you?"

The question broke the silence and Jak looked down at Pung, needing to speak for the very first time in the minutes that had past,"I don't know." Being in prison changed him. It replaced happiness with dark eco. Youth was replaced with responsibility. Friendship was replaced with... Strangers. One stranger, who presented itself as a fireball of playfulness and a tangle of wild brown hair, needed you to grow up fast. Another stranger presented itself as concentrated emotion, that stranger was a part of you.

"It's a boy by the way."

Jak blinked,"What did you say?"

"The baby is a boy, the nurse told me two days ago."

He felt his heart almost burst. A boy? Jak gulped,"W-why did you tell me this?" He felt flicker of pride, before it vanished into Darks anger. Jak ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes glazed with thought.

Pung scooted herself against the wall and patted her stomach,"You were quiet, so I told you." Her voice was still laced with anger towards Jak. She did not care that he wanted to wait until it was born to know the sex. She knew it bothered him to know this, and it gave her pleasure that it made him angry. Jak wished he were out of prison, that this happened when he was a bit older.

The female starred at her feet,"You almost killed us yesterday. I don't know if we'll be the same, Jak." The blond opened his mouth to speak but Pung silenced him by standing up,"I don't want you near me or the baby." Jak got up quickly,"Wait," he said harshly, one hand gripping Pungs' upper arm. His fingers almost bruising the skin. The female gasped and watched Jaks' grip loosen.

"Isn't this what you wanted, Jak? You don't have to worry about being a Dad," Pung seemed to growl as she yanked her arm out of his grip. She turned quickly and returned to the silent hallway, to find her way back to her cell. This would be revenge. Perhaps.

Was this truly what Jak wanted? What she said was slightly true. He did wish that this did not happen, but now it's too late. It was originally Darks fault, Dark was the father. It was Darks' entire fault, everything was Darks fault. Dark was laughing inside of his mind. Jak wished he could put his fingers in his ears and silence the creature. His heart felt weird again, it was not him that wanted to kill his unborn son.

Or... was it?

"Do you want me to show you?"

Pungs voice got stuck inside her throat as Jak moved towards her, his eyes a strange hue. They were stuck between here and somewhere else. Every noise was fuzzy in her ears as Jak pulled off his shirt, Pung could see her hand fly up to point at a fresh pink scar on his rib cage. Jak seemed scrawny, his lean muscles replaced by jutting bones and rib cage. The male shrugged, and pulled Pungs clothing off with ease. A tired smile formed across Jaks' face as he started to nibble on her neck. Her skin tasted of salt.

She could almost hear her voice whispering his name. Every sound was hazy. Like a vague headache that filled only the back of your head. Jak was getting violent then, his nibbling turned into biting, and his fingernails dug into her thighs. Hard. Blood started to drip down her legs and Pung let out a small sigh when she realized his once dull nails were sharp claws.

Pung could feel herself loosing consciousness and all she saw was black. When she came to, she could feel a sharp pain inside of her. That's when she realized something went terribly wrong. Jak had his claws inside of her and she found her voice,"No. No." Once again, hazy.

Cotton in your head.

Jak smiled,"Yes," he nodded before tugging at his own pants and letting them fall to the concrete ground. Pung moved away from him, but he forced her towards him. She closed her eyes; it would be better if she could not see. He entered, it hurt. Claws had scraped the insides of her, and now he was inside of her... And every thrust he made was like fire. Fire that was not passionate, like the clichés you read in romance novels. Fire, the kind that burned. Fire like hurt.

She tried to escape again, her mouth letting out small whimpers. "It hurts. Stop." He did not listen. He got faster, he bit harder. His nails dug into her shoulders until they bled. They were stuck in an awkward position now, Pung was sideways, her arms over the small bed trying to pull herself away from him. One leg was propped over the males' shoulder, while the other limb was under his leg.

She knew this was not right. "Stop." she murmured, her voice was so tired. Jak started to laugh,"Stop?" he paused and made her face him ,"But we're having fun." Pungs face was buried in her wet palms, her chest heaving up and down, her insides bleeding out. Jak hissed,"Look at me!" But that only made her cry harder. When Pung finally looked up at him, he had started to stroke her hair,"I'm not going to hurt you. You're my favourite. Remember?" He was teasing her. He was trying to lure her in. The female started to hiccup,"B-But I-I don't want to do this." Jak started to laugh again, his claws covered in her blood,"Are you scared?" Pung tried to push him again. Her voice not hers as she screamed when Jak put his claws inside of her again; her fists were pounding his chest now, his eyes focused. Searing pain. He was laughing. "It'll be done soon."

Pitch black.

No sound.

When Pung came to, Jak was licking his fingers. "What did you do?!" That's when everything turned purple. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" Erol ran into the room to find them naked and bloody. The marked elf growled to his minions and they stormed in with their vulcans or whatever they could find. Pung was in her dark form, her body convulsing against the guards heavy hands.

Krimson men pinned Pung against the wall, she snapped at Jak, purple electricity sparked around her. Jak was shaking, being carried off by Erol and a guard. He was shaking hard and putting fingers in his mouth. Pung was sent to the nurses' ward and Jak was sent to the examination chair. They were both knocked out, they were both bound. They would not escape.

And that was the first night that Jak and Dark had become the same being.

THERE WE GOOOO. A new chapter, and things are getting heated and messed up. So Callisto is a bb boy. Who called it? The name obviously. Dark's being a very naughty boy... Taking control of Jaks body and such. What else will he do? -sips tea- Hmm, will Jak be able to control himself?

OOOH I LUUUUV DRAMA? DON'T YOU? -bounces- It's like a soap opera :)

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