"Mom, would you tell her to give me my phone back?" Screeched Zoë as she grabbed wildly at the black phone in her nine year old sister's hand. The eldest of the three, Aimee, sighed and reached into the back to take the phone from Lisa's hands. She dropped it into Zoë's hand before turning back round to face the road. Their mother barely glanced round, concentrating on the road so much.

Aged 17, Aimee was the third eldest child in the family. Dylan was the eldest at 23, Jake was second eldest at 19, Zoë was 13 and Lisa was 9. Aimee's thick long raven black hair hung down her back in soft silky waves to past her waist, her dark green eyes were surrounded by dense, thick lashes, her porcelain skin and slender big breasted figure were the envy of many girls at her college. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear before turning the volume up on her phone to drown out the sounds of Lisa and Zoë squabbling in the back of the car. She wished that she didn't have to come on these stupid mall trips, but she knew it was better to just do it rather then argue because one way or another her mother always got her own way.

The car swung into the mall car park, slotting in nicely between a Nissan and a Vauxhall. Aimee got out of the car, pulling down the black tank-top over her flat stomach as soon as her feet touched solid ground. She hated having big breasts because it meant tops that would normally fit her only just slid over her breasts, leaving a lot exposed that she didn't want exposed. For example, the tattoo of a star she had on the bottom of her ribcage. The black hipster jeans she had on were riding lower then they should do, exposing the top of her underwear to anyone who wished to take a look. Zoë and Lisa got out of the car, still bickering amongst themselves. Aimee decided to just leave them to it and crossed the car park to the mall entrance.

A sharp pain ripped through Aimee's lower left leg as the ground shuddered violently. She gasped in shock and pain as she grabbed onto the first thing she could reach, which turned out to be a parking bollard. At the top of her list of things that she "absolutely fucking hated and that scared the shit out of her" was earthquakes. And what was happening right now this very second? An earthquake. She chewed on her lip, trying not to think about what was happening, she didn't dare to move.

A few seconds later, she regretted not moving as a black hole rapidly appeared in the ground directly where she was standing. In the split second it took Aimee to notice, the hole had grown to be such a size it seemed to be swallowing the entire car park. She managed to let out a scream before she fell through the hole.

Chunks of rock and debris hit her repeatedly, her ribs, her face, her arms, her back. She was in so much pain, she tried desperately to curl herself up into a ball and protect her most vulnerable areas. But since she was falling through blackness, it was impossible to curl herself up. She just had to take the pain and wish for the end soon.

The blackness ended rapidly, and Aimee found herself lying in the middle of a street. People were running away from her, some screaming, others saying "Please!" confused, she got to her feet and looked round herself. Her eyes widened as she saw where she was, her hand shooting up automatically to cover her mouth to stifle any screams. She turned on her heel, looking round herself again as though she was trying her best not to believe what was happening.

"Mom?" she called out, starting to walk down the street. Now that she was moving, and didn't seem particularly dangerous, people had stopped running away from her and instead they were just walking up and down the streets like sheep. There didn't seem to be a purpose for them walking up and down the street, they were just doing it because they'd been told to do it.

Something about these people was weird. Something wasn't right. She looked at a man as he walked past her, and gasped in shock as she saw he had elongated ears like those of an elf. So did the rest of the people around her. None of them seemed to find it weird like she did. Sinking to her knees in a puddle of water, Aimee reached to tuck her hair behind her ear. What she found wasn't what she expected, and certainly wasn't what she hoped to find.

She had the same ears that everyone else did.

This was too weird; she got to her feet again and began to run blindly down the street, tearing past people. She was too scared to apologize if she bumped into anyone. All she wanted was to get out of this place as fast as she could do and get home to her family. Something really weird was going on and she didn't want to be a part of it.

"Jak, did you see that!?"

Jak turned his head to look at his ottsel friend. "Yeah, I did. It was the same light that brought us here," he said thoughtfully, running his hand through his ruthless light hair. "Think we should go check it out?"

"Yeah," Daxter nodded in agreement as he jumped onto Jak's shoulder. Jak went outside and sat on a hover vehicle, which was for his use only. A gift from the Shadow, leader of the underground. Although he'd never actually met the Shadow, he was very appreciative of the gift. It made transporting round the city a lot easier, having his own vehicle. It meant he didn't have to steal one from somewhere and get the Crimson guard pissed off with him. He kick started the vehicle and shot off over the water towards the source of the light.

Aimee stopped running and leant against a wall, her chest heaving as she began to cry heavily. She didn't like being here, she wanted to go home. But how was she supposed to get home when she didn't even know where she was in the first place? Angrily she slammed her fist into the wall, barely wincing in pain as her knuckles buckled beneath the cold hard stone. People were starting to run away from her again in worry, again people were screaming, "Please!" But Aimee was oblivious to them, ignoring everything except how she was feeling at that moment. She wanted to go home. She wanted her mother. Heck, she even wanted Zoë and Lisa! All she wanted now was one familiar face.

"Excuse me?"

Aimee looked at the source of the voice, only to see a little girl standing looking at her. Evidently she'd been crying too, as tears were making drying tracks on her cheeks. Aimee scrubbed at her own eyes before smiling and kneeling down.

"Is everything ok, sweetie?" she questioned. The little girl's lip wobbled before she started crying again. Worriedly Aimee took the girl in her arms for a cuddle. "It's ok, it's ok," she soothed her quietly.

"I want my mummy," the girl sobbed as she clung to Aimee.

"Where is she?" Aimee questioned. Stupid question, if she knew where she was she'd be going to find her you idiot! Aimee scolded herself silently.

"They took her away," the girl mumbled quietly, pointing at some men dressed in red armour. Aimee looked at them as they passed, rage building up inside her.

"Wait here, sweetheart," she muttered before straightening up and following the men. "Excuse me?" she tapped one of the men on the shoulder, preparing herself for an argument. "May I enquire as to what you've done with that little girls mother? She'd like to know where she is,"

One of the men turned to look at Aimee, and she was shocked and scared to see he was wielding a gun in his hand. "What business is it of yours, bitch?" He spat at her whilst his friend jeered at her mockingly.

"I think you'll find it's more my business then you know," Aimee replied. "I demand to know what you've done with her mother or else," she added threateningly. Un-be-known to Aimee, her top had ridden up again and her jeans were slipping down yet again, so acres of toned pale white flesh was on display to the eyes of the two guards. And from the looks on their faces, they were enjoying what they saw. "Hey, answer me!" Aimee snapped, pushing the guy angrily.

She regretted it a moment later, as a hand was fixed round her throat. She was pulled close to the guy, while his companion laughed again. "You shouldn't have done that you little whore," he growled angrily. "You're gonna wish you'd never set foot in Haven city."

"Jak, there's trouble down there!" Daxter called as he pointed down at the scene. Jak looked down and saw the Crimson Guard roughly handling a teenager and a little girl. He nodded and went down, jumping off the hover before it had stopped moving completely.

"Dax, get them out of the way," He instructed as the guard turned on him upon recognising him. Daxter nodded and walked over to the girls. He didn't say anything, just indicated for them to move.

Aimee picked up the young girl and cradled her close in her embrace as she walked. Jak turned on the guards and smirked as he called upon his dark side. Aimee and the little girl watched in horror as his light hair turned to a murky grey colour. Small purple horns began to protrude from his forehead, and an eerie purple glow surrounded his body. The dark cerulean blue of his eyes was replaced by a dark purple, in which there was no visible light. Long dark purple claws replaced his nails as he let out a sharp cry of what Aimee interpreted to be pain. The guards brandished guns at him, sneering at him.

"Come on you stupid beast!" One of them snarled threateningly. "Do your worst!"

Jak launched himself at the guards, knocking them both to the floor in one sweeping move. He turned to face Daxter, nodding at him before assuming him human form again. He covered his face with his hands as though changing gave him a sudden headache. Aimee held the little girl close as she whimpered slightly.

"Come on, we'd better get them back to the hideout before something else happens," Jak said as he turned back to the zoomer. "Hop on," He added over his shoulder as he kick started the zoomer. Aimee hesitated, staring at this man in shock. He'd dropped out of the sky on a flying bike, taken on a really scary form, changed back and now he was expecting her to get on this weird flying bike with him? He was crazy! She shook her head and stepped back. Jak rolled his eyes. "Hurry up!" he snapped impatiently. "Before any more come."

"But…" Aimee looked at the two guards on the floor. Neither was moving.

"COME ON!" Jak bellowed at her angrily. "Get on the bloody zoomer already!"

Aimee jumped before submitting and getting on the zoomer, holding the little girl with one arm and holding onto the back of the zoomer with her free hand. Daxter settled himself onto Jak's shoulder, and Jak shot off into the air again. Aimee screamed in shock, clinging to the zoomer for dear life. Jak smirked to himself, before laughing aloud. The laughter was lost over the sounds of the other zoomers flying around.