Authors Note: Ha, thanks for the reviews, guys! Here's the second chapter, still in 3rd person, but with a slightly different time frame-thingy. Yeah. Just read..XD (I also own Flea. I have a habit of introducing random characters that have no point to the story…)

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So, he's gone, right? But what happened before? And who is the Dark Warrior?

It's cold, and I shudder inside my raggedy, old, worn-down blankets. I roll over, and off the mattress.

THUNK! YELP!

I fall onto the worm-rotten wood, and wake up with a start. Pin starts wiggling beneath my bottom and yapping. I sigh and pull him out and give him a pat on the head. He yaps.

As I dress, and walk outside, onto the wooden planks of the slums, I think about Pin, and the Baron.

Pin, is a ball of fuzz, really. One of the Lurker dogs, but smaller. I found him wondering the streets of Haven City, and before those stupid "Krimzon Guard" crushed him. I hate The Guard. Praxis honestly thinks he's helping the city, by forcing us to live under scrutiny. I say Death to Praxis, if he never ruled us so harshly, there would never be so many law-breakers.

"SYRIAN! SY!" One of my friends, another Slum-dweller named Flea, breaks my thought train and runs up to me, panting. He seems worried, and I grab him before he runs of the deck.

"Flea, calm down. Tell me what's so important," I set him back on the ground.

"Remember how the guard captured that boy, that green-haired guy, a while back?" He pants, and I nod intently.

"Apparently, The Baron, and Erol have been doing some experiments and injecting Dark Eco an-"

I let out a stifled laugh. No one can survive the Dark Eco. I look Flea straight in the gray eyes and shake him awake.

"Wake up, man. It's just a rumor. I bet you made it up."

He shakes his shaggy head furiously. He sighs, "I heard some Guard chatting about him, while I was...borrowing some food from the Bazaar," he furrows his eyebrows to glare at Pin and I, "Sy, You hate the Guard, I bet you wouldn't believe me anyways. You're too...just…eurgh," He turns on his heel and starts walking off.

I do hate the guard. I pick up Pin, who snuggles against my cheek. I sigh sadly, and step off the dock, onto the pavement.

Zoomers whirl over my head, causing my eyes to look up and gawk. Pin squirms. I look around. All I can hear are loud clunks, annoyed citizens and footsteps. So much to see in the City, but today, I have one thing on my mind. Money. I must find some change. Pick-pocketing, stealing, whatever I had to do, I would do it.

As I entered the Bazaar, I noticed a small stand of fruits. I neared the clerk, and put on my sweetest, most innocent face, which was hard to do, considering I was dirtier than a Yakow in the swamp. We bargained for a while, but I wasn't listening. He turned his back for a moment, attending to another customer, when I saw his money stash was sitting atop the counter. Pin barked and I woke up. With a swipe, I grabbed the large swag bag and ran.

"I've got a 6-73 in Sector 6!"

Oh, shit. The Guard. Perfect. I swear and curse to myself as I keep running. As I enter the dry slums, I round a corner, with Pin yapping at my heals and…

WHAM!

At this point, everything went black.

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AN: Haha, suckers! Another cliff-hanger..XD Next chappie up soon, I promise, just kinda dead today.