Pain woke him. Being thrown on the concrete had pushed his ribs halfway to his spine.

"Are you OK?" A flutish female voice.

Jak looked up. A filth-coated face was staring at him from a barred window in the wall. A better look at the girl's face disappointed him. She was square-featured and almost manly.

"Can you talk?" she asked.

He shook his head dismally.

"Oh, OK," she said, not very bothered. "My name is Kylana and this is my friend, Kalya." A slender figure came into view. Jak could barely breathe. The girl was absolutely beautiful. Ivory blonde hair was plastered to her delicate face. Chocolate brown eyes glowed like soft candles. Her body stretched abot 5 foot 9, elegant and healthy. Kalya inspected Jak's hot profile with delight at the same time. Jak finished his full-body check up by staring at the plump, wavelike curves of Kalya's. She was a fine, sexy specimen indeed.

"Let's be best friends from now on," said Kylana breaking the 10 minute silence.

2 years later all 3 of them were still the best of friends. They got to have great sleepovers every night swapping secrets and embarrassing stories. One day they were playing chinese whispers when Kalya whispered to Jak," Be ready to leave this place tonight." When he looked at her she just winked. A guard came to take them to their dark eco tests thet night. he tugged Kalya and Kylana away first. Without warning they transformed into Dark Kalya and Dark Kylana.

Dark Kalya gave a swift treble cannon-kick to the guard's crotch and he exploded like a heated aerosol can sending pureed body parts smearing across the floor. More guards ran in and the 2 demon girls dealt with them. Kalya batted them with a severed arm while Kylana kicked and dented all the flesh she could find. In no time the floor was a marbled mess of blood and bone. Yet another 1000 guards jogged robotically through the walls. The fortress lurched suddenly as though water was rocking it.

All the guards slid helplessly toward a gnashing, metre-thick wall in the octagonal room. Jak gave a wince with the cracking of several skulls. The deformed guards were then slammed into the opposite wall as the fortress lurched almost vertically for the second time. Jak braced his stomach for another gravity-defying twist. It never came. Instead there were sloshing footsteps. Kalya and Kylana were wading through the porridge of entrails toward him. "How did you do that," he asked astoundedly, wiping intestinal lining from his face.

"I'm a geopath," said Kalya with a grin. "I can move the world with my mind." She almost laughed at Jak's expression. "C'mon let's get outta here," she said pulling him to his feet. The 3 friends ran ot of the fortress and dodged their meeting with Kor as Kylana was superstitious about meeting anyone whose name started with a "K". They pinched a zoomer off some stressed civilian named Mike and speeded to the underground, hair steaming majestically in the breeze. Torn looked lethargically up from his files to see 3 people slide into his office. The first was a minging girl. The second was a gorgeous, curvy girl. The third was a ruggedly handsome boy who Torn might have liked if he had been gay.

"Uncle Torn!" shouted Kylana, glomping him.

"Who are your lovely friends, Kylana?" Torn asked gently. "Do they need somewhere to stay?"

Jak and Kalya looked up, eyes stained with hope.

"Well the underground is always open."

"Thank you uncle," squealed Kylana, squirting Torn with saliva. "C'mon guys, let's go," she said to the others and they skipped down the corridor, tripping several times. They all split up for a nice, steamy shower. Kalya combed her damp hair that smelt of roses and lemonbalm and she slipped into a painfully tight and itchy black dress. Jak met them in the ladies toilets and he just had to stare at Kalya's mesmerisngly beautiful appearance as she dabbed eye-brightener on to her soft eyes. They both held hands going down to the dining room, blushing like their faces had been dipped in cranberry juice.

"Kalya, What's wrong?" Jak asked. This was 2 hours later when she was mining her sticky toffee pudding with a spoon.

"Sticky toffee pudding was my dad's favourite dessert," she said muffledly.

"Is your dad..."

"He's dead," muttered Kalya.

"I'm so sorry. How did he die?"

She tilted her head, looking at him as tears pooled in her eyes. "He was going for a walk with me," she began in a limp tone. "Suddenly his hat caught fire. I stuffed his head into the nearest bucket of water." She paused, shuddering. "His head got stuck and he panicked so much he ran off a cliff. He fell into a fisherman's boat that was passing underneath and that fishy smell smothered him." Tears flowed like silver dew down Kalya's face. Jak had never felt so much pain. He timidly hugged Kalya. She hugged him back with the force of an inflatuated, sobbing fangirl, fitting into his arms like a key to a padlock.

"K-Kalya," Jakmurmured a while later.

"Hmmm?"

"I was wondering if-" Jak stopped when her green,snotty fingers pressed on his lips.

"I'd love tosleepwith you," she whispered.