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"With You"
By... <ThatGirlGamer>
I thank her for reading this story and voting on it!
I love her Jak Fanfiction, its very interesting story!

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The filthy streets were becoming more and more deserted as they approached their meeting spot that Trin intended, the skies were still conquered in shades of ebony - it showed no signs of being greeted by the young Dawn with fingertips of rose; rising in the far east.

Nothing filled the desolate, dusky sky. There is nothing shining, not even a single shimmer, blinking in the black curtains of the darkness that hung overhead. It was a dark night, no moon - no stars.

The wind sang a creepy tune, all they would hear instead of the engine whirring and whining, was the winds... The alleyways were dark, the streets were empty, the KG roamed cautiously, and that one specific facility was leaning tall into the skies.

It was foreboding.

The air seemed to get colder, biting against Jak's skin. The malicious looking fortress lurched over the twosome, they stopped the ride and dismounted.

"Trinity?" They turned at a corner, a sight of red caught Jak's eye and he pulled out his Scatter Gun!

The Guard disarmed him, dragged him into a hazy path, and put his gloved hand over his mouth! Jak struggled against his iron grip as the enemy pushed him, his back against the frigid, metal wall of the facility!

"Shhhh..." Daxter lunged for the Morph Gun that was thrown to the ground, but the KG kicked it away!

He pulled out his blade and hurled it! It was lodged deep into the dirty floor, cutting between Dax and the gun, the shaking ottsel gulped nervously to this tense situation...

"Don't. Move." The KG's helmet voiced using the speaker, he commanded in a low, grave tone. "Stay still. Be quiet." He scrutinized the area, which was only two ways: left and right.

An eerie shadow crept by, the sound of heavy footsteps was certainly heard, the gun moving, the sounds of bulky armor rustling... It was another Krimzon Guard...

"Who's there?!" All of them tensed. The long, stalking shadow slid by, and stopped, right where they were.

Jak couldn't do anything, this time of the night, the patrols are swarming every part of the city in greater numbers. Not only that, he was right next to the very building he would never want to be... Either way, he forced himself to cooperate with this KG right next to him.

'What is he planning to do with me?' Jak's train of thought raced in wild panic. He mustn't alert the other red troops, or else he would possibly die right then and there...

The shadow continued onwards.

A breath of relief came out of the three.

"It's just me..." He slowly but surely removed his hand that was muffling Jak, he went over and grabbed his knife, holstered it, and gave Jak back his Eco Gun. "I had to make sure you weren't going to be caught or followed..."

"Trinity?..." He put away his gun, "Why are we here and what's the mission about?..." He spoke carefully and softly.

"Sorry." He pulled out his stun rod and zapped Jak!

Daxter flinched, Jak went unconscious and fell to the ground; unmoving. Dax watched his friend lie there in pure freight. His eyes were closed. "Jak! Wake-"

Trinity grabbed his body, he kept squirming as Trin covered his mouth. "Be quiet."

Now focusing on Jak...

His body ached, his head was spinning, and his side burned where Trin had shocked him with tons of volts. His eyes, unfocused and blurry, scanned the compartment he was currently in. The familiar odor... That recognizable green-tinted surroundings... And his unforgettable, tattered clothing...

He is in...

[THE BARON'S PRISON.]

Jak bolted up, ignoring his body complaining about the pain, and his heart pounded within his chest, hitting against his ribcage. 'Trinity betrayed me?! I'm back here?!?'

His long, elf-like ears caught the sound of his metallic door being unlocked, he raised his fists up, ready to attack! The light that hung on the ceilings casted a pale glow, the light poured into the room...

"Hey, Jak? You awake old buddy?... It's me..." Daxter walked in.

'How would Daxter?...'

"Dax?" Jak questioned confusingly. His muscles relaxed, he put his fists down.

Daxter climbed on his shoulder, "It's Trin, he said -"

"Sorry..."

Jak gritted his teeth and was ready to punch him, losing all his trust he had. He never wanted to come back here, after all those doses, screams, and torture, this was the LAST place he would want to be in.

"I did this to gain access to the Prison-" Trinity came in.

Jak went for a punch to his gut!

"Jak!" Daxter gasped!

He sent a resentful glare at Trin, who grasped his stomach. "You used me just to get in here! This was the last place I would ever want to be in!" He interrupted Trin, his voice rose in anger.

His skin was gradually growing sickly pale... Daxter jumped off of him and went to Trin.

"Yes. I did." He offered his equipment and set it on the bed. Even with this heavy, tense moment, he was strangely calm. He continued on as if he never noticed his appearance slowly taking in his dark form... "No matter what though, I have to. You don't need to trust me, or even forgive me. Hate me all you want. When people get desperate, they're willing to give in and get what they want - selfishness." He clenched his teeth in pain from the hit. "I need to get to the Prisoner Database..." He sighed. "I encountered a dangerous prisoner way back, when Torn informed me on the Communicator."

Jak wore his equipment, not entirely sure whenever or not he should believe his story. He did remember that Trin was in a tight spot, when he arrived he was banged up, and the KG was on high alert...

"Besides... He or she almost killed me. Maybe it was because I didn't rescue him or her, I promised countless of people who is suffering..."

"What are-"

Trin quickly cut him off, "It's my fault okay?!" Jak was caught off guard, Trin resumed his outburst. "He or she got out, after suffering, I gave him or her hope! I was supposed to save these people! Then, I just... I didn't have enough time! Damn it! It's..." He took a deep breath. "It's just my fault. I take the blame..." He sighed tiredly. "We need to hurry."

They all exited Jak's temporary cell, he took a glance at it, it was still the same one. "Cell Block: B; Cell Number: 2340" The prison still remained horrifying, Jak was here for 2 years... Moria was imprisoned for 5...

The halls of each of the prisoner's chambers were so long, if you were unsure that you were dreaming, and you would run as far as you can down the halls, you would assume that you were still trapped in that nightmare.

They don't even used those iron bars as their cells to keep the lab rats in, it was a thick, metal wall instead. They don't have windows either for them to see out of the outside world, they're completely blocked out, isolated and separated from the world outside. It would drive the poor people insane to no end, hope was futile to these people, the atmosphere was dense with misery... Millions of those subjects had unsettling words like "KILL ME"...

They went to Cell Block A, Dax clung to Trin's armor, disturbed by the whole surrounding of this lifeless place. They took a break and checked around. Trinity stood staring at the gigantic containment room...

"PRISONER #A-7713"

The hard, sturdy door was littered with deep streaks of claw marks. There was dents on the solid walls of the door, clear cracks on the metal walls. This cell is exceptionally different from all the others, it's bigger, the walls and the door is more thicker. If you see closely, there's a built-in gas system at the corners of the room to subdue the lab rats. Most people couldn't even achieve their dark alternative side of them, this one, certainly did... The one next to it was also similar, the prisoner numbers is out of order for these two...

"PRISONER #A-37927"

The room was reeking with blood and other, more 'typical' odors in jail, such as the corner or some bucket were you would do your businesses in, or a person's body odor since showers aren't frequent in this hellhole. They're cold, short, and crowded.

This Cell Block is quite small because the subject's dangerousness and immunity to Dark Eco is ranked, basically. "A" is the most smallest... It wasn't hard not to know why...

"What's wrong Trinity?" Jak asked, he stood by him and gazed at the dark, he could make out he words written in dried blood. 'FREE ME' it says. On the side, it has tick marks, just like the other one... Counts up to more than 2 years...

"I- I'm scared... I- I w- want t- to go home..."

"You aren't alone... Don't be scared..."

"It's nothing." Trin's voice was nonchalant. "Let's get going."

The air is seemingly having a lower temperature the lower they head to the room where the records are at. Cell Block A was totally deserted, not a lifeform in sight. Every twist and turn in the hallways, they expected something to jump out and scare them, it was infested with dust and cobwebs.

Once they reached the room, they heard something that sends a chill down their spine...

[Starting Dark Eco Cycle...]
A cold, dead computerized voice of a female sounded...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The sound was unholy.

It echoed everywhere within the fortress.

A scream of pain, agony, and misery.

All at once. It was a sound beyond words...

"This place is Hell..." Jak said grimly, they all shifted uncomfortably as the grieving sounds roared into every hall and room, it rang endlessly.

"This is worse than Hell... Jak..." Trinity explained with remorse. "Only sinners go to Hell... These people are all innocent..."

Daxter added, anxiousness tied into his tone. "I wonder who was prisoners #A-7713 and #A-37927..."

Trinity looked at the screen of records and the status of prisoners...
[PRISONER #A-7713,_ NAMED:_NYX_]

[STATUS:_POSSIBLY_DEAD.]

[LAST_REPORT:]
She was an amazing test subject, the readings, her reactions to the 17th dose was a success. We have created the perfect killing machine. Unfortunately, she disappeared with #A-37927. We had lost and wasted all our Eco resources to those two, and now they're gone! Escaped! I was fascinated by them, #A-7713 is fully capable to taking down thousands of Metal Heads. The only problem is that, we don't have control over those two experiments.

[PRISONER #A-37927,_NAMED:_MORIA_]

[STATUS:_ERROR.]

[LAST_REPORT:]
MISSING.

'What?...'

"Error? Missing?! What is this bullshit!?!" Trin shouted with immense agitation, he jabbed the screen in fury, making it crack and shatter it's glassy surface.

"Woah, keep it quiet... You might attract the guards!.." Dax mumbled worryingly.

Jak replied as he looked around for the patrols, "Calm down, we'll figure it out another way..."

"There has to be another way..." Trim adjusted his KG disguise. "How can they operate in this...this is ridiculous..." He got up from the seat and cracked his back. "Let's hightail outta here..."

"Hold on, I have something important to ask you." Jak said, his tone completely serious.

"How did you know that I am not originally from this timeline?"

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