Story number four, chapter two! Yay :3

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Sorry this chapter is so short. But I had to get it done quick. Anyways, please review. I need ideas for a third chapter D:

Jak violently wrangled to get free, but quickly succumbed to the force of the guards forcefully pinning him to the hard ground inside their own headquarters. It took all of his power, mentally and physically, not to change into Dark Jak and rip everyone in the room to bloody shreds. The sight of his commander crumbling into defeat after the use of a small needle made Jak freeze where he was standing. Torn was the most languid... and stubborn person he knew. There had always been an unknown aspect to Torn that Jak had never known, and it provoked him. His entire past was a mystery. A mystery in which Jak was determined to solve.

As soon as Torn ceased movement, The guards impetuously leaned down and threw Torn over their rigid, metal-coated shoulders.

Vegar slowly approached Jak with a coerced look, who had became totally apprehended by the FLGs and was now being violently forced on his knees to kneel in front of the arrogant man.

"Take Torn to his room until he wakes back up. But for Jak here... take him to one of the cells." The guards nodded and walked out, roughly gripping Jak by his hair, once more placing handcuffs around his wrists. They seized him down to the prison, and threw him down onto the damp concrete floor, painfully smacking his head. Jak sluggishly sat up, clasping his head with his hands. He felt a thick dark liquid coat his hands and stared blankly as he felt blood trickle down his forehead. He dragged himself into the furthest corner and curled up into a ball for who knows how long, until a low voice awoken him. Slowly turning his head to the metal bars blocking him from the outside, he scowled at the sight in front of him. A freedom league guard held a plate full of food, and slid it underneath the rusted bars.

"Thought you'd be hungry They said you've been out for quite a while." Jak slowly crawled over to the plate, saying nothing. It was filled with a shriveled up dried potato and small brownish peas. He looked at the guard, who was staring awkwardly at him. Jak continued to look at the small black plate until a glint of metal caught his eye. Around the guard was a thin black belt. Attached to the guards belt was a small bundle of keys. Jak slowly stood up, staring back at the guard. He knew he needed to get out. It was now or never. Suddenly, he untangled his raw hands from the handcuffs and slammed his foot into the stomach of the unsuspecting guard, who fell into a heap on the floor. Jak slid his hand through the bars and gripped the man by his throat, throwing him to the ground. He grabbed the keys, and unlocked the doors to the cell. He looked down at the guard in front of him, and pulled a pistol out of his holster, pointing the gun to the guards head. He placed his finger on the trigger, but felt the mans cold gloved hand enclose his own hand, squeezing it tightly. Jak grunted, and tried to break free, but the man flipped over on top of Jak, who was now pinned back on the ground. The two stayed there, panting lightly. Before Jak could say or move, the guard removed his helmet, revealing the cluster of dreadlocks and tattoos underneath.

Jak gasped, and threw his hands over his mouth. "Oh my God! T-Torn! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize..." Torn placed a finger over Jaks lips, signaling his to shut up. His dreadlocks hang low, gently caressing Jak's face. Blood dripped slowly from the corner of Torn's mouth, who quickly wiped it away. He stood up slowly, helping Jak as well. As soon as they were standing upright, a small whimper escaped Torn's lips, as he cradled the spot on his stomach that had met Jak's foot.

Jak's eyes widened, seeing the pained expression in Torn's. And then he realized that he had actually beat up his own boss. "Oh Shit! I really di-"

"Oh just shut the fuck up!" Growled Torn, rolling his eyes. Jak instantly closed his mouth, feeling a tinge of regret and worry, which Torn quickly registered. "I'm fine. Let's just get out of here."

"I can't." Whimpered Jak. Torn's head snapped towards Jak, daring him to speak. Now he was pissed.

"Why the hell not? I just risked my ass coming down to save you!" He demanded.

"The punishment for assisting a wanted fugitive is death! And look behind you! A fucking camera has been watching us the whole time!" Yelled Jak.

Torn turned around. Indeed it was true. A small camera was pointed in their direction, which was greeted by Torn's middle finger.

Torn turned back towards Jak, glaring at him with a slight rage evident in his eyes. "For your information, I really don't care! If I don't get you out of here, YOU will die." He growled.

Jak sighed, and looked at his feet. "I'm sorry... commander... I can't do it."

"Why the HELL not?!" Shouted Torn.

"You wouldn't understand!" Replied Jak angrily.

"Who says I wouldn't? You hardly know me!" Bellowed Torn.

"I would never risk the life of someone I care about just to save mine." Jak said, quieting his voice. Torn's expression softened at he saw tears slide down Jak's eyes.

"What? Why the hell do you care about me? I treated you like shit." Torn mumbled, confused.

"Because you were the first person I could trust in Haven." Jak said, lowering his head. Torn sighed, knowing there were so many things he needed to say right now. He needed to tell Jak that he cared about him too, but his will wouldn't let it.

"Fine." He growled. Pressing a button on the arm of his suit, allowing Torn to step out of his blue armor. They walked back over to the cell and both stepped in, locking the door behind them.

"W-what are you doing?" Jak asked, as soon as he noticed Torn had locked himself in the cell with Jak.

Torn simply looked at him, before sitting on the ground. Jak slid down the wall next to him, sighing softly. After a long time in silence, Torn heard whimpering beside him, Turning to see Jak crying once more.

"What's wrong you big damn baby?" Torn said, attempting to sound uncaring, but a sound of worry seeped through his voice.

Nothing..." Mumbled Jak.

"Seriously. What's wrong? It's not like you to start bawling like this for no reason." Torn said calmly, wrapping his arm around Jak's shoulder.

"I'm just tired..." Sighed Jak, forcing the tears down into his gut. He placed his head on Torn's hand, which rested on his shoulder.

"Alright..." Mumbled Torn not wanting to get into another fight again, stroking Jak's hair softly. Pretty soon, Jak fell asleep on Torn's hand as if it were a pillow. Torn sighed, and placed a light kiss on Jak's forehead. The words he needed to say would just have to wait. He too fell asleep, frightened for what tomorrow would hold.

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