Author's Note: Hey guys, It's me again. This is a re-write of Masked, because I read through it not too long ago and the first thing I thought was 'I can SO do better than this! MUST REWRITE!' Oh, and insert many loud yells and roars and screams and ranting and such. X3 Yay.

As a forewarning, this is going to be a lot different from the original version. Not just a rewrite, but I've actually changed the plot somewhat.

This time I will be putting up longer, better, more literate chapters now, and I'm scratching some of the parts I put in for newer, better parts. Well, I hope you like the new revised version!

Disclaimer: I don't own Jak 2, or any of the Jak series. Naughty Dog owns them. I only own a copy of the games, and a measly PS2. I can hardly say I own myself, because my parents have certainly spent enough on meds and therapists to own me. I DO own my own OC's and the plot. Whoo.

Chapter one, begin

So, here I am, playing my brand new Jak II game on my brand new PlayStation 2, which my friend Angel had inspired me to get. Darn her and her influential ways of getting me to spend my money! But whatever, I'm playing it now, and it's totally awesome.

It ranks right up there with Sonic Adventure 2 Battle, even! Rock on! I'm serious. This game is the best. My neighbor has the first game, which I like okay, but the second one is the best!

So, my brother walks in and is all "Let me play! It's my turn!" and my ever-so-smart reply?

"I bought it, and I bought the game. Get your own PS2." I snap, still playing. I'm at the good part. Like, in the first race and all, you know? I freaking love it!

"...Loser...Anyways, I'm making Ramen, you want some?" He asked me, leaning on the doorframe.

"Nah, I've got food. You know, Yay sugar?" I say, Purposely ignoring his calling me a loser. With, what has been deemed an insane grin, I held up a bag of candy I had bought at Target earlier. Man, do I love bringing money and then buying candy without telling my mom...And then not taking my ADD meds...The most evil of combinations ever!

"Whatever." He said, shrugging, before walking out. How can somebody be so unenthusiastic about sugar?

A few minutes later, I had finally beaten the first race. With an excited shriek, I jump up, yelling happily.

"I won the ra-ace! I won it! Boo-yah!" I sing happily, but stopping when the screen turned blue suddenly, and then beginning to play the introduction movie.

"Ah! My baby!" I shriek, dropping to the floor, grabbing the controller, and pressing random buttons. "Why me? I worked so hard, too!" I cry, going into drama queen mode. But I stop, blinking tears out of my eyes, when I notice that the glowing blue portal had not yet disappeared. Being as cool as I am, I got up, and stumbled over to the TV. Blinking in confusion a couple times, I slowly poke the screen. There was a loud screeching sound, much like that of a whistle, and all goes black.

Now, to the much easier, 3rd person point of view.

11-year-old Kita'Rune Ravenclaw yawned, opening dark brown eyes to look up at the gray sky of Haven City. Letting out a startled shriek, she sat up, looking around herself franticly. She sighed in relief, when she remembered where she was and why she was there. She had fallen asleep in the farming district, after having watched a rather pointless race at the stadium. That Dumb-ass Errol had won again, what was the point in watching the races if her father wasn't alive to continue holding the title of the cities racing champion?

"Meh, when I'm, older, I'll so take that title back. Da'll be proud of me, up where he is." The girl muttered, standing up and stretching out. Bending down to pick up the Vulcan Fury she had laid on the ground when she woke up, The 4'8" tall girl hefted the large weapon, which was almost as large as her, hefted it up onto her shoulder. It was her pride and joy. On her own, she had designed and created the weapon, along with many more models and types of guns.

At the age of eleven, Kita was the singly most wanted person in the city. She had begun the dangerous business at eight, after her mother had been killed on a mission for the Underground by Metal-Heads. When it came to fire arms, Kita was a genius. In her run-down workshop, cleverly hidden in the apartment she had once called home, Guns, Tools, Blueprints, and many other things were strewed about.

"Meh, Might as well go to work..." She sighed, before walking towards the slums. Brushing brick red hair away from her face, she looked up from the ground, coming to a stop when she saw that both yellow- and Red-clad Krimzon Guards had surrounded her.

"You are under arrest" A yellow-clad Krimzon Guard said simply, as they all aimed their guns at her. The girl, too shocked to fully comprehend what was happening to her.

All went black as the butt of a gun hit her temple, knocking her out.

Chapter one, end

Sorry that it's taken me long to even do ANYTHING, guys. Xx I've had a horrible lack of inspiration. Which is why I've done an edited version. Whee. Read and Review, please?