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Somamaniac: -Dances- We're back and we're gonna rock your world !

Metalheadjunkie: Woop Woop =O sorry for the whole…abandoning plot .

Somamaniac: We didn't really .

Metalheadjunkie: We just were taking a long break!

Somamaniac: …and now some Torn =D perhaps topless but you need to read to find out =O

Oh BTW: Torn seems a little odd maybe even ooc in this fic! He is happy and childish many times yay!

Chapter 11

Torn stood over the old wooden desk in the underground. It had been a long night, but just don't ask! He read and re-read the papers he was supposed to be filing but his head throbbed and his vision was impaired. Nothing he was reading was registering. He straitened up and walked to the fridge, he badly needed something to drink but when he looked inside all there was, was beer or salad dressing!

"Aw well this will have to do!" he said picking up the beer. Now his concentration had expanded a bit more, killing off a couple of hundred brain cells in the making, he re-read the papers again. He grunted, too early in the morning for work.

"Void!" grunted Torn as he put the file to one side. "Uh…long term…or short aw well, it won't kill anyone." He smirked and put the file to the other side of the table, "Ooh that one might kill somebody, I'll give it to Jak later." Said he, secretly hoping that it would in fact kill Jak instead of anybody else.

He continued to talk to himself for over 15 minutes, most of the files 'disappeared' into the trash. To be perfectly honest he didn't want to do any work today so for a change he grabbed his guns and walked out of the underground.

Hopping on a nearby parked zoomer, he sped along avoiding traffic until he reached the water slums. He jumped off and walked along the crooked walkway to the airlock. Once there he opened it and jumped through to the pumping station. It was time to blast some metalheads!

He took out his guns and rounded the first corner, spotting a sleeping metalhead in the brush.

Like taking candy from a baby!

He closed in on it and sank low aiming his weapon at it. CRACK! The metalhead slumped over the grass. Suddenly Torn was knocked over by a blow to the side. The baby metal's moma didn't like what he had done.

"Oh shit!" yelled Torn. He ran for it pulling his other gun out. He twisted round and fired a couple of rounds at the metal. It faltered slightly and he shot it in the knee caps, or what he thought looked like knee caps. The metalhead roared and pounded after him; he dove out of the way and the clumsy duck footed metalhead ran past. He aimed for the soft unprotected part of the neck and fired. The metalhead collapsed and it shook the ground.

"By the Precursors," he swore, He went to collect the skull gems. Just as he reached to get a skull gem something heavy jumped on Torn's back and bit him hard on the shoulder. "Fucking hell!" he yelled as he flung the creature of his back and blasted it mid air, it hit the ground with a thump and he collected its skull gem while inspecting his shoulder. He wasn't bleeding too badly so he made it back to the underground.

Keira was bustling about the underground. After 14 hours in bed then having another 'Pour your heart out onto my new shirt" session with Torn she was ready to finally get up and keep herself busy. So she had taken to cleaning. Yes, cleaning the underground. She knew how men didn't like things to be moved but the bunks filled with empty beer bottles were driving her insane. The little shack was gleaming when she had finished, the only thing she had left was Torn's paper work scattered over the table. She'd leave that to him. Unfortunately.

"There…" she said quietly as she admired her work. She had to keep herself busy to keep Erol off her mind. Torn would not let her back to work yet, he had told her the stress would catch up with her.

What does he know? She thought…Good Point.

Suddenly the sweeping motion of the door could be heard as it slid open to let in the stranger.

Torn stumbled off the zoomer narrowly missing a pothole. He had only been hit in the shoulder but he felt dizzy and shaky. No doubt that the fangs from the metalhead were dipped in poison.

Just great.

He propped himself up on the wall as the door slid open with a whoosh. His eyes rolled in his head as he lifted it up to the sun. Clasping the bricks on the wall he twirled himself around and found himself practically falling down the steps into the underground. His first instinct was to find a bunk. But then he looked around him, and his vision became clearer. Mouth dropped in awe. Where was everything…it was sparkly and shiny and new looking and it smelled better too!

Ever since the race Jak had been a local hero. He couldn't walk down a street without being recognized. The amount of women who had chatted him up or asked him to "Kiss my baby," was immense. There was no way he was going to kiss those moaning little brats.

But he had nowhere else to go. Torn had urged him to keep away from the underground. And this time Jak knew it was not because Torn hated him, but because he was looking after Keira there. The death of Erol was brilliant for Jak, he felt so relieved that one of his torturers had finally got what was coming to them, even though Jak had wanted to kill him with his own hands. However Keira didn't see it this way. She had recently become acquainted with Erol, spending all her spare time with him. They were even an item…Jak shuddered.

"Hey buddy," Daxter shouted from behind. He was in a two-seater with Tess. "I'll see you later snookums," he said lovingly, giving her an Eskimo kiss and jumping off the craft. She sped on towards the bay. Daxter walked a few paces behind Jak unsure of his mood.

"Hey, what have you been up to?" Jak smiled. "I've just been walking about, clearing my head you know?"

Torn stumbled around, looking at how odd everything looked clean. Keira gasped as soon as she saw him. "Mar, what happened to you?" Torn grasped his shoulder and walked over.

"I took a break from work…went out…got bitten. I'm ok!" he said before throwing himself over the table. His legs were like jelly, he couldn't stand up straight. There was definitely something not right about that bite.

Keira squealed as he collapsed over the table. She moved his hand away from his shoulder and gasped. He had a deep flesh wound. It looked clean, except for all the blood, but she couldn't see anything stuck in it. But he had complained off the pain and dizziness, so maybe he had been poisoned.

"You need to go to the medical unit," Keira stated, reaching for her handbag.

"No! No formalities," Torn moaned getting up from the table. "I'm fine, I'm fine, that big white detention centre they call a medical unit is a bad place," he said, eyes glazing over. He slid down the table and landed on the floor, his legs splayed out in front of him, his back to the table.

Keira really had no choice. He was a grown man, if he didn't want to go, she couldn't make him. He was too heavy for her to drag onto a zoomer. He looked delirious. She would have to try and clean the wound out herself, but she was no medic.

"Keira, pass the apple juice please," Torn whispered. Keira's eyes widened as she fetched the first aid kit from on top of the fridge. "What?" she laughed.

"The apple juice, I need to give you the skull gems."

"What skull gems Torn?"

"I got some for you, the metalhead gave me them," his eyes widened. "But you can't…can't tell Jak. He'll steal them. Because he steals you know," Torn said matter-of-fact.

"Does he?" Keira raised a brow. What was this man talking about? She bent down and looked at his gash again. She rung out a cloth in clean warm water and tried her best to clean it out.

"GAHHH."

"What are you doing," Torn whimpered. His pupils were huge, and he was shaking slightly.

"I'm just cleaning your cut, I might even have to stitch it up; it's very deep." Keira exclaimed.

"No, you can't do that," he whispered to her. "I need to do my paperwork."

"Your paperwork can wait Torn. Now hold still it will only take a minute!"

But it didn't take a minute. It took almost a half hour to get him still enough so she could stitch up the wound. And all the while he was talking crap. She wondered if the poison was serious, or maybe it just made you talk funny. She wondered if she had done the right thing, maybe she shouldn't have stitched him up. But he had calmed down now, his eyelids became drowsy.

"Let's get you in to bed," she said gently, trying to lift him up.

"Heh, are you coming with me?" he giggled. Keira froze, it was just the poison. She was sure of it.

"I'm not sure what you mean by that Torn."

"Are we going to have sex?" he asked, his pupils still getting bigger and smaller.

"Uh," Keira started but then decided not even to say anything. She gave one more heave across the room, and he landed on the bunk. "You can sleep here tonight because I can't lift you up the stairs." She pulled the sheets over him.

"Keira I heard about Erol," Torn muttered. Keira frowned; he already knew what happened to Erol he had been there. "I'm sorry he used to be my best friend you know."

Keira didn't know what to say. She hadn't even thought about Erol at all today, and now it was bringing it all back. Maybe Torn was just being delirious again. She never knew they had been best friends, Erol had never said – but then again Torn was talking a lot of nonsense today.

It was then the door opened and in walked Ashlin. She came to see Torn obviously, but was none too happy to see Keira. "Keira…" she exclaimed.

"Oh Ashlin, hi," Keira said. Ashlin looked from Keira to Torn. Keira was sitting beside Torn on a bunk where he was lying. They looked too cosy.

"What are you doing?" she asked innocently.

"Just putting Torn in a bunk, he's not…" but she was cut off by an advancing Ashlin. She walked right up to Keira and saw that Torn was asleep.

"Don't even think about making a move on him you little slut. Just can't keep yourself off other people's guys can you? Now that Erol's gone, you just had to snuggle up to Torn huh? Well here me now if I ever see you near him again I'll send the whole of the KG for you."

Keira frowned, what the hell did Ashlin think she was doing with Torn, and the comments about Erol really hurt. "What?" She exclaimed in a rage.

"You heard me just fine," seethed Ashlin. Keiras nostrils flared, in an instant she raised her hand and slapped Ashlin hard across the cheek.

"Don't you ever make such insinuations again," she said seriously at the red-head. "To think you would order the KG in here, and let millions of Haven City's people die just for your silly game. Just because you can't understand that someone doesn't like you manipulating their every move. You're more of a child than I thought if you can't control yourself. You can't have your way all the time Ashlin. What you did to Torn was despicable and if he ever forgives you, you should be thankful."

Ashlin stared at her chastiser for a second, her cheek glowed red, enhancing the bold striped markings on her face. Then she left without a word.

Metalheadjunkie: Tur-dur :D

Somamaniac: I can't believe we actually published one.

Metalheadjunkie: I know right? Anyway, I'm kind of at a loss at this point. I haven't seen the game in agesss and so far have been trying to stick through the plot (sort of). You may be happy to know that I have actually been playing the game lately so I'm trying to get to the right part so I can make the next chapter. But what do YOU want to happen? Let me know in the reviews :D