The Dark King

[Jak Mar]

"Not if you are dead!!"

Light weakly chuckled... "M-My pain is.. Yours, too"

The Dark King slammed the scepter into The Hopeful One again and again until he was tired of beating his face in. The iron maul vanished from his hand, then he clenched the fist tight and socked Light in the face for good measure. The beast was frustrated, even more so because somewhere deep inside of him, he could feel the pain as well.

The divine like being didn't look like he was giving up despite the damage done to his face. This brought fury out of the madman, and Dark Jak stood up to kick the glowing man. He kicked and kicked, and kicked again until he couldn't feel his toes they were so numb from being squished into the boot.

But Light's grunts of pain as he broke ribs and bruised flesh did very little to ease his rage. He hated this part of them, but beating the shit out of a weakened man gave him no satisfaction. Or else maybe he'd turn to the long-eared worrier that still suffered from the nightmares of Ashelin's prophesied death.

"You are one stubborn son of a bitch, you know that?" He spat bitterly.

"B-b-bite me..." Light managed through a broken jaw and crushed nose. Not without mouths full of blood pouring from the corner of his busted lip. The light infuzed half looked like he could kick the bucket at any moment, but still he defies the Dark King.

Dark spits in his face and then stumbles away, tired from the ass beating he just put the other man through. He was not done, however, far from it. He picked the real Jak up by the messy hair and smashed him into the limits of his own brain. It was for intimidation purposes, not satisfaction for his rage. "If you won't get your drunk ass up, then step aside. I want a turn."

Without any fight left in him, Jak didn't resist.

Dark smirked. "If you agree, say nothing." He used the childish tactic without hesitation. And when there was nothing but silence that answered him, he began to laugh a wicked cackle while his host's body submitted to his will.

Light managed to roll over weakly, spitting up blood and a few teeth. Internally he was thankful that the damage was not permanent and knew unless Jak willed it his light could not be snuffed out. But damn if the pain wasn't real... He glanced up to watch Dark start on their host, and dragged himself up to his knees, the cuffs still on his wrist kept them behind his back. Just as the controls switched, Jak realized this was bad.

"What are you doing..." His voice was but a whisper, a ghoulish gurgle, but Dark could hear him.

The Dark King smiled over at his counter-part. "If a phone call was enough to give me this much power.. I wonder how much stronger I will be if I get rid of those pesky friends of his."

Light's eyes went from pained frustration, to shock. "No." He choked out.

"Yes!" Dark's voice wiped the hope off of Light's face.

Light tried to stand up, but each attempt left him belly down on the floor with the rest of the broken things. He struggled until his head was spinning, then he growled to himself. He couldn't give up, he couldn't. If he did, everything Jak ever loved would be gone. He pushed for one last attempt but ended back on the floor, tears starting to well up in his eyes. He couldn't stop him with actions, but maybe his words.

Except the words that came to him weren't of anger. Like him, they were full of hope. Light said them without even knowing what he was saying, or talking about. "I don't think you are going to get very far at all." He spoke through the pain.

Dark Jak just laughed. "We'll see!"