Real Mean Bottle (Can be M)

[Black Mage]

"Tsk tsk tsk. It is a good thing she can't see you now. Your mind, it has so obviously shattered." Errol taunted at Jak after he put out a laugh. "It is not matter though. It is not your mind that we need Jak. It is only your body, and it's eco-absorption properties. You see science has come a long way. With but one simple lobotomy we can remove all trace of who you are, and with but one cybernetic chip we can replace your mind with anyone else's." The metal clacking continued as Errol came closer and closer to the now ensnared Jak.

"Naturally I was the first candidate considered due to my skills. And a couple of years ago perhaps I would have. But now? I have Keira and little Sam to think of. You know, I'm not quite sure why, but both he and his mother seem to have latent talents similar to yours. It's almost as if they produce eco." The metallic clack stopped as Erol entered the light and his face could be seen, ornamented with Krimzon Guard tattoos.

"One day he may very well be in the same chair you are now. It will be arduous for him. Painful too. Probably won't come out a man." Erol walked slowy around the table-bound Jak as he flippantly spoke of experimenting on his child. On Keira's child. He'd lean down to bring a whisper to Jak's ear.

"But he won't come out a monster like you either." Erol would come back, his voice growing as he gained distance from Jak's ear. "You see monsters are born when power is given to those who cannot control it. That power consumes them until nothing is left but rage and pain. But my son?" Erol turned to look at Jak and gave a sadistic grin. "My son won't share your weakness. This power will make him a hero." A chuckle could be heard. "Just like his old man." Erol would begin to set and tighten additional straps around Jak's bi and quadriceps, before looking at a computer and pressing a few buttons, altering some settings.

"But that's enough of me and my future. Right now I've got to deal with you." Jak would feel a cold sensation rubbing between his forearm and bicep. A glance would show Erol applying a disinfectant. "See, we've got things to discover." A cloth would wipe off the disinfectant. "For example, just much dark eco can your body take?" An IV would be thrust into Jak's vein at the end of Erol's sentence, and his bloodstream would be flooded with an intake of Dark Eco. Pain would come first, then rage, before Jak was forced into a transformation, and beyond.