((A/N: I'd like to thank all of you who reviewed the first chapter of my premiere JGR fic (yes, even
Disk, who flame-broiled it with his review), and I hope you all enjoy the 2nd chapter.

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For the next few days, the kid drifted in and out of half-consciousness, mumbling half,
and sometimes whole, words and sentence fragments under his breath both when he was awake
and asleep. One thing he seemed to say a lot was Jackal, but Beat nor any of the other GG's
knew who that was. Perhaps another Rudie.....

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Dreams. That's all they were. He knew it, and though most of his dreams made no
sense at all, there was one that.......

"Where am I," Rio looked around at the rainy streets of Kogane-Cho. Funny. This
setting seemed awfully familiar.....but he didn't know why.

And just like that he saw it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw them. The tall,
muscular rudie, sporting a goatee and a white muscle shirt, as well as a pair of baggy black pants,
dragging along a little kid, barely big enough for his skates, behind him, five others chasing after
him. They all wore matching red jumpsuits, white flame patches sewn onto the bottom of the legs
and the ends of the sleeves. With the child hindering his speed, it was only a matter of time
before they overtook the two, knocking the larger man down with a well timed kick to the back.
Three of them held the larger man down, while another, an exceedingly large rudie, grabbed the kid
by the back of his shirt, holding firm despite numerous kicks in the shins from the child. The last
pulled something out of his skate. He couldn't see it, but he knew exactly what it was. A gun.
The gun that killed his brother. He was far away, but he could make out exactly what they were
saying.

"C'mon, Jackal, ol' buddy ol' pal. Come on and tell your friend Dante what you did with
that piece," he smiled, "'Cause if you don't, you know what'll happen, doncha?" Dante clicked the
hammer of the gun back slowly, giving a malicious glare towards the captive rudie, before pointing
it towards him.

"Go ahead, kill me," Jackal spat, "I'll never give it to you, you piece of trash!"

The man chuckled, releasing the hammer of the gun and letting it click back to it's
normal position. "Brave.....very brave, Jackal. I admire bravery. Unfortunatley, it's also the mark
of complete stupidity. But I don't recall saying that I would shoot you." He whirled around and
pointed the firearm at the shocked boy. "I'll give you one more chance. Where is it?"

He growled lightly under his breath, knowing what he had to do. "Let him go! Let him go
and I'll....I'll show you where to find the stupid piece." His voice sounded utterly defeated

Dante nodded, a smug grin covering his face. "Very well. Grimm?"

The huge man released the child, taking a few steps back at the same time to show that
he was backing off.

"Now, Jackal. Where is the-" he was cut off by a sharp kick in the leg from the captive
rudie, and an audible snap was heard, as well as a scream that echoed off the brick alley walls for
miles around....

"RUN, RIO! GET OUT OF HERE!" Jackal took advantage of the distracted rudies,
kicking out at his captors and tripping them up, leaping to his feet and fighting them off as best
he could, delivering a punch here, a kick there, and whatever else he could do to get their
attention.

The boy ran down the twisting streets of Kogane-Cho. He didn't look back once, though
his eyes were wet with tears, of worry and fear for what he knew would happen to his brother.
He heard his brother Jackal let out a final command, as loud as he could. "RUUUUNNNNN-"
the yell was cut off by a loud gunshot, and that was the last he ever saw his brother.....

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"JACKAL, NOOOOOOOOOO," he sat up straight on the couch, panting and sweating,
looking all around him. He was crying, hot tears streaming down his face. All he saw was the
inside of what looked like a dimly lit garage, and a girl, wearing a weird blue dress, skates, and
white and blue makeup all over her face. She was stroking his hair and talking to him soothingly.
"Shhhhh....shhhhh...it's alright....calm down."

He was still panting, but he consented to lay back down, looking around both with
suspicion and curiousity. Where was he? Who was this girl? How had he ended up here?
Who were the people that had beat him up so severely? He had no time to think of the answers
as the blue-dressed girl put a cup up to his lips. She had said something like "Drink this," but
he had paid no attention. He was thirsty beyond belief, and he wasted no time downing every
drop.

"Well," the girl giggled, "you're a thirsty one." Her face then turned solemn. "Are you
ok? We thought we lost you a few times. Your injuries were pretty severe. Do you remember
anything?"

Rio ran a hand through his black hair, recoiling after bolts of pain shot up his spine and
into his forehead. "Agh," he whispered, "my head."

"Oh, you poor thing!" She laid a gentle hand on his chest. "Go back to sleep. You can
explain everything once you've healed......"

He gladly accepted the invitation, closing his eyes and drifting back into pained sleep.

Mew smiled down at him, pulling the blanket up closer to his chin. She giggled lightly.
She didn't even get his name.....

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(A/N: Well, there it is. Yes, I know, it was another short chapter, but wrestling practice combined
with my satanic teachers don't give me much time to write. So though the chapters may be short,
there will be many of them! They will flow like wine! WAHAHAHAHAHA! um...ahem...
excuse me. Um.....yeah....PLEASE REVIEW!)