Basically, this is going to be about Daron's struggles living in haven city, eventually building up to when shes about to meet Jak. then if its something that interests you, you can keep following the story by reading "Broken". i cant really say much or else it will give stuff away. but she has connections with alot of people you'd never think of.

6 yrs old-

"What are you making for breakfast daddy?" Daron asked as she crawled out of her bedroom rubbing her eyes and dragging her small blue blanket behind her that swept the carpet as she smelled the artery clogging food popping in the frying pan. She was wearing a light blue, cotton, long-sleeved night gown that brushed the ground as she walked. And she had to have her hair in pigtails. every day.

"Eggs, bacon and toast." He replied smiling as he set the spatula down and picked the small girl up tickling her sides and flipping her over his shoulder. She giggled and tried miserably to defend herself, but was soon cut off by a hard pounding on the door. Her dad set her down and motioned her to stay put as he switched the stove off. He walked over to the rattling door and looked out of the small hole cut out in the door to see who was out there. There were three armed krimson guards waiting for the door to be opened and he knew why they were here. He turned to Daron who was standing near the entrance of the living room.

"Hide! Get into the closet." He loudly whispered quickly gesturing toward her room. Her feet quickly guided her to her down the hallway and past the bathroom entering her green painted room as she shut the door behind her. Her arms were shaking as she stumbled to the closet hiding into the shadows that lurked inside. She never liked that closet, and she had always been afraid of the dark. But right now she didn't care; she just hoped she was going to be okay, and that her dad would make everything better. Like he always did. So she sat there in the closet with her knees crushing between her chest and the wall, clutching her blue blanket as her ears brushed against her clothes that hung above her. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes tight, waiting for her dad to walk in and tell her everything was fine.

"Brad, my boss has given you plenty of chances. He knows she's not dead." One of the Krimson guards spat moving farther into the apartment as his dead metal shoes creaked against the floor.



"I don't know why you guys keep bothering me, I told you she died last year. She couldn't hold the eco in her blood any longer." Her father tried to explain.

"Look, he's not going to take anymore of your bullshit. He specifically told me not to comeback empty handed." The krimson guard snarled as he moved closer to the worrying man.

"Well, I-I have nothing to give you. If I had the girl I would give her to whoever you boss is, I don't like to start trouble." He lied as he swallowed a knot in his throat. And without warning, the Krimson guard took the back side of his weapon and bashed it against the side of her dads head before he even had a chance to defend himself, sending him crumbling to the ground with a thud.

"Hey, lance said not to come back empty handed. At least we have someone for him to do psychopathic eco experiments on. And besides, we'll find the girl soon enough. She's probably at a relative's place or something." One of the guards chuckled slinging the limp man over his shoulder as the other two followed on silence, while one of them seemed to look back in guilt consuming his conscience.

Daron's ears slightly twitched as she heard the front door shut. Maybe there gone now. She thought cracking the closet door open and quietly slipping out. She then lay down on the floor in front of her bedroom door and looked through the crack between the ground and the bottom of the wooden door, but didn't see anything. She thought maybe her dad was just sitting on the couch out of her view and forgot to tell her to come out, so she casually opened the door and walked out into the living room dragging her blanket along with her. But she didn't find her dad sitting on the couch like she had hoped.

"Daddy?" she quietly yelled, realizing that she was alone.

soooo

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i need constuctive criticism people,

but not the mean kind :D

p.s- there will be more chapters, so dont think this is the end(: