Summary: No life, no memories, no past, and no future. The perfect tool. The perfect pawn. Life in Haven isn't easy for anyone but for some it's worse than others. Maybe following the blonde guy and his rodent will lead her in the right direction? Rewritten!

Rise and Fall

Chapter 1: Fly On the Wall

I had just walked out of the Power Station after delivering a few things from the Underground when it happened. There was a moment when time seemed to go in slow motion and everything else with it. A loud and sudden crack of thunder ripped through the air and a bright light shot from the sky. Multiple people stopped to watch the streak of light dash across the sky before hitting somewhere in the Industrial Section of the city.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked in that direction. Deciding to investigate this strange occurrence I quickly pulled my long, brown hair back before running for the nearest zoomer. With practiced ease, I swung my leg over the seat and began heading in the direction the bright light had landed.

. . .

Two years earlier…

Green eyes began to slowly slide open and having been caked with sand made the process that much more difficult. The little girl began to rub her eyes to rid herself of irritating sensation. She sat up only to be swept up by dizziness and fall back into the hot sand. She swallowed, suddenly realizing how dry her throat and mouth were. With nothing else to do her eyes began sliding shut again as she was taken over by unconsciousness.

When she came to again it was to the feeling of moisture on her lips. The brunette's eyes snapped opened she leaned towards the source of the water. A man in his twenties was hovering over her with a wet rag dripping into her mouth. He had brown hair that was pulled away from his face in dreadlocks allowing for full few of the intricate tattoos that covered his chiseled face as well as icy blue eyes. The girl snatched the rag from the man and squeezed the rest of the water into her mouth.

She looked around the room curiously. It was large with grey walls and many white beds and not much else.

"Good, you're awake," he stated as one might state the time of day. "We found you out in the pumping station. What were you doing out there?"

With a few seconds of deep thought to girl finally answered, "I don't know."

"How do you not know? You were outside the city walls?" the tattooed man asked briskly. "Did you get away from your parents? Though at your age you should know better than to ever step foot outside the city."

The girl looked up at him with wide eyes, "How old am I?"

The man looked shocked, "You don't know?"

"I just remember waking up with sand in my eyes and being real thirsty and tired," she stated with green eyes cast downwards.

The man stood from her bedside revealing red armor, "I'm going to go get a doctor."

With a sad nod the young girl began staring down at her hands folded in her lap.

. . .

I knew when I was getting close due to the amount of people that were running or driving in the opposite direction. The Industrial Section of the city looked just like it sounded. Large factories were lined back to back, side to side, and some even sat on top of others. Large walkways allowed people to go up to the higher section of factories. Everything was grey; the buildings, the streets, the smoke. The only thing distinguishing the different buildings were their names hanging from a pole that jutted from the top.

Up on the walkway just ahead seemed to be the epicenter of the minor chaos. I managed to dodge the other oncoming traffic to see exactly where the incident took place. A young boy, probably 15 which wasn't much older than myself, stood looking dazed and confused. He had blonde and green hair that shot straight up and his clothing was strange; a blue sleeveless shirt, khakis, and wrappings around his feet and hands.

He looked in my direction and I saw his blue eyes were widened in curiosity. As he looked around an orange rodent stood up next to him. It almost looked like the rodent was talking to the boy but I couldn't be sure from this distance.

I climbed off the zoomer and headed up the ramp to get a closer look. I was almost to the blonde when a group of men in red armor began approaching him from the opposite direction. Not wanting to be seen, I ducked between two buildings to watch.

Leading the group of Krimzon Guards was none other than Commander Erol.

I shuddered involuntarily and pressed my back against the wall. Knowing that the red headed man hadn't seen me I took a deep breath and peered around the corner once again.

"There he is. Move in," the guard closest to the commander stated. "Step away from the animal."

The boy and the rodent looked both shocked and scared. The orange animal panicked and ran in the between the commander's legs.

"Forget the rat," Errol snapped at the guard who had stepped away to follow it. "The Baron wants him."

The boy gulped but didn't say a word.

"We've been waiting for you," the man stated, golden eyes gleaming as another guard brought the butt of his gun down on the boy's head.

The blonde dropped like a stone and the guard quickly surrounded him before slapping cuffs around his wrists.

"Don't worry, Jak! I'll save ya before you know it!" the rodent shouted before scurrying off.

I was stunned for a second that the animal could actually speak, but didn't have much time to ponder as the guards picked up the boy, Jak, and began carrying him in my direction. I sucked in a breath before quickly moving deeper into the alley where I was sure they wouldn't see me. They passed, not even looking in my direction. I looked out of the alley and watched as the blue eyed boy was loaded into the back of a cruiser and taken away to the Fortress.

. . .

After the coast was clear, I rushed back to the Underground to tell Torn what I'd seen. We had only just recently started living there about a month ago. Most of the other members had their own living places but the Shadow had allowed us to stay in the small building that made up the resistance headquarters against the Baron Praxis.

The building was mostly a just a room with four bunks, two against each wall, with a table and shelves in the back. Posters of the Baron and Errol hung on the wall with vulgar writing across them in red. A furnace burned in the corner warmed the room but filled the ceiling with smoke.

The room was a lot warmer than it had been outside so I pulled the red scarf away from my neck and pulled the sweater over my head before throwing them both on the bunk nearby.

Ever present in his spot behind the desk, Torn looked up and grunted, the only acknowledgement that he'd noticed my entrance.

"You been out recently?" I asked running to jump on the desk.

I crossed my legs and spun around so that I was sitting facing him.

"Just got back. Why?" he grumbled, not bothering to look up from his paper work.

"Did you see that bright light?"

He looked up at that, "Yes."

"Well I went to check it out…"

His eyes widened and I could tell he was angry, "Why the hell would you do that? The KG would be swarming the place! Do you want to go back to prison?"

My eyes widened as I looked at the man scared, "Erol didn't see me…"

The moment the name passed my lips I knew I'd messed up.

"Erol was there?!" the brunette snapped. "Do you know what would have happened if he'd seen you? You would be back in the chair before nightfall!"

I gulped and stared at Torn.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Jenny, you should know better. Do you listen to anything I tell you?"

"I'm sorry but I was curious," I stated, wringing my hands nervously in my lap. "Besides I thought the boy might want to join us."

"There was a kid there?" Torn asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, he wasn't much older than me and Erol said that they'd been waiting for him. Do you think they'll do to him what they did to me?"

"There's no way to know for sure but it's a possibility."

I looked down at my hands frowning, "I can't wait till I'm strong enough to fight the Baron myself."

Torn thought for a second on what I'd said before turning back to his reports. I sat twiddling with my hair or nails reluctant to leave after I'd made him so angry. Without lifting his head his eyes glanced up at me.

"You better get moving, squirt, if you plan on finishing those errands and your chores before midnight," he stated and returned to his work.

I nodded before quickly jumping off the table to go grab the rest of the packages that needed to be delivered. I pulled my sweater back over my head and wrapped the red scarf around my neck then pulled it up to cover my face. I gave one last look over my shoulder at Torn before heading out.

. . .

Two years earlier…

When Torn returned to the young girl with the doctor she was sitting in the same position as when he had left. She looked up with wide confused eyes as the doctor began examining her. The old man paid a lot of attention to her head. He shined a bright light into her eyes and checked other vital signs before standing up and turning to Torn.

"She's definitely showing signs of a concussion and I would assume she has amnesia," the doctor stated.

"Will she be able to regain her memory?" Torn asked.

The doctor looked thoughtful, "It's very possible but only time will tell. I suggest taking her someplace safe for the time being where she can recover from the concussion and go from there. If she remembers, great, if not she shouldn't have a problem integrating back into normal society."

The commander nodded, and the doctor left leaving him alone with a twelve year old. Or at least he assumed she was twelve.

. . .

After the young green eyed girl had left Torn sat against the wall and thought. A bright light appearing suddenly in the sky, a strange looking kid showing up. It sounded much like when he'd found Jenny.

After tracking down the sight of where the bright light had landed and only finding a little girl with amnesia the guards thought that maybe it had been lightning and it had struck her. But Torn wasn't completely convinced. The light hadn't looked like lightning and she definitely didn't show any signs electrocution just head trauma.

But he'd let it go after a while and just waited for the day that she would remember how she'd ended up in the pumping station that day.

. . .

I stopped the zoomer in front of a large building in the port. Looking up I saw the giant, glowing hip hog sitting on the roof. I pulled the package from the sack on the back of the zoomer before climbing off. The door didn't slid open when I reached stopped in front of it. My eyebrows furrowed as I frowned in frustration.

Next to the door was a small button and I reached forward to press it. A few seconds later I heard a click of a speaker coming on above me.

"Who is it?" a deep voice asked.

I jumped slightly at the voice, "Jenny. Torn sent me."

The door slid open immediately as the ex-commander's name passed my lips. Just inside the door stood a tall, built, dark skinned man with only one eye. He wore thick armor made mostly from metal heads. In his hands was a large gun with a purple ammo cartridge sticking out the top and a metal head skull on the end.

The man looked intimidating at first before smiling widely at me, "Hey there, little cherry. Torn send you to deliver the goods?"

I couldn't help but smile. Sig could make just about anyone smile… except for maybe Torn and his boss, Krew.

Speaking of the devil, the fat man himself emerged from the back room of the bar. Krew was so large that long ago he had been placed in a floating chair that carried him everywhere (how it hadn't broke already, I had no clue). He ran the bar, the Hip Hog Heaven Saloon, but also had dealings with the Baron which he passed on to the Underground for a fee. And today was payday.

"Here's your payment," I said tossing the package up to Krew, "ten ounces of rare eco ore."

A buzzer went off near the door. That must have been what the button was for. Sig went over to a small speaker on the wall and pressed a button.

"Who is it? Were closed," the man stated harshly.

"The KG, now open up!"

Sig looked wide eyed back at me before nodding to the bar. I dashed towards it and ducked under the lower shelf before pulling the curtain that hung across it passed my body so they wouldn't see my reflection in the mirror.

I heard the door open and the familiar sound of heavy boots. I bit my lip trying to keep my breathing low as the group of KG approached the bar. I peeked through the crack in the curtain and saw the reflection of an easily recognizable red head.

Erol, whom I'd seen maybe thirty minutes ago carting that poor boy to the Fortress. There were two other guards with him both of which had removed their helmets after coming inside. Erol and Krew walked away talking in low voices while the two guard sat down at the bar. I could just barely see their eyes over the top of the counter.

"Would you boys like a drink?" Sig asked stepping behind the bar.

"Can't drink on the job," one stated.

The other was looking around the bar leisurely before his eyes fell just about where my feet were. I looked down seeing that the curtain wasn't covering up my boots. I gulped as the man stood and began making his way around the counter. I quickly slipped the boots off my feet before pulling myself into a ball.

A hand reached in and pulled the boots out from under the shelf.

"What's this doing here?" the guard asked Sig.

"That's where we keep lost and found," he stated calmly. "Why someone left some shoes here is beyond me though."

The guard chcukled, "Most have been too drunk to care that they were leaving barefoot."

The man dropped the boots and kicked them under the shelf. I almost sighed in relief.

A/N: Very different start than the original Rise and Fall, huh? But I know exactly where I'm going with this!

Anyways hope you like!

AND DON'T KILL ME FOR STARTING OVER…. again….