Reliving the nightmare

By Kuro Kin'youbi

Disclaimer: Every story should have a disclaimer. SO, here is my beloved: I don't own Naughty Dog, and I think it's cute how Ashelin and Jak got together at the end of Jak 3. Twice now, unless I am mistaken, Jak and Keira were THAT close to kissing, but were interrupted somehow by Daxter. Well, isn't it true?


He sat in his chair, facing me, watching me. I sat opposite him. A grim look was pasted on his tattooed face.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

He grinned, and shrugged after. "I was just waiting for you to ask that."

I nodded. Then I tilt my head to the side, just as he is.

"Stop that." He grumbled.

I shook my head.

"Tell me... then I'll stop."

Torn looks at me, and can see 'that look' on my face.

"You want to know about Ashelin and me, right?"

"It's a good story." I told him, "Tell me, please."

Torn snorted. He looked at me in an odd way, making me shrink back in my chair.

"You've heard it..." He indicated behind him, to a wall which was filling quickly with tally marks. "... THAT many times."

I looked at the wall with interest. I turned to Torn.

"You kept count?"

Torn shrugged and looked at me.

"You are so predictable." He replied.

I settled comfortably on my chair and looked at him.

"Answer my question, then tell me the story from there."

Torn grunted and looked away.

"I am here... because I would rather be here, where I am comfortable, than there, where I would feel strange."

I widened my eyes at the tone of his voice, and the look on his face as he said that.

"I just figured it out!"

Torn watched me, an amused smile on his face.

"What did you figure out?"

I held my breath, and took a wild guess.

"Here, you are, at the hideout. Ashelin is at Freedom HQ, and that's why you don't want to go there?"

Torn growled and reached his hands out, to place them firmly around my neck. But they never got there. They retracted, and Torn looked at them. Bloody and scratched. He was in just about as much shock as me.

"That may be true..." He replied finally, "Now, seems you demand it. I will tell you the whole story."


Torn looked at his new Krimzon Guard uniform. Red, the colour he hated most. And a shade of red that made him want to throw up.

"If I had known that we had to wear this I wouldn't have put my name down..."

"Remember we didn't have a choice?"

Torn turned around. Looking miserably at HIS new KG uniform was his best friend, Nor. He had short jet back hair and dressed oddly... well, he wasn't weird or anything, he just had a different dress sense. .....

"Oh, right." Torn grumbled, "I should have seen the signs."

"And did you also know..." Nor said glumly, "We have to have our faces tattooed."

"WHAT?"

Nor ruffled his hair and nodded. "Regulations. Oh, and not to mention a 'welcome formal' tonight. The Baron might as well call it the if-you-don't-do-as-i-tell-you-....! dance."

Torn grumbled something.

"What was that?" Nor asked.

"I said 2 things." Torn said. "First of all, we are likely to die here, did you know that. And second, do we have to wear these ugly things?"

"Yes and no."

Torn said nothing. He wasn't in favour of dying soon, and he didn't feel like dancing.

"Let's go." Nor suggested.


What do you think? There was a different way of writing this, but I didn't really feel like writing it that way. Please tell me what you think? Thanks