Sadly, I don't OWN Jak and Daxter. I don't want to. I will leave that with Naughty Dog so they can bring more lovely Jak and Daxter!
Please review! REVIEW for my sanity! I beg you. Don't make me release my flying monkeys!
Ch2 Keria and Torn
Keria sighed. Everything had changed in Haven City. Jak had left and there was talk of tearing down the stadium. The Freedom League had taken over the Krimzon Guards. They were led by Torn now.
She turned the corner to where the Underground used to be. Jak had finally told her about its location. Not like it had much of a use now. The ally way was still as deserted as it always was.
Standing by the old door way was a lone figure. Keria could make out the long graceful ears. It was Torn. He had been down a little since he and Ashelin had split. For some reason he had always come to talk to her.
"Torn?" asked Keria, gently.
Torn turned around. There was something different in his blue eyes. Something that Keria hadn't seen before. He reached out to her in a needing way.
Keria moved closer to Torn and wrapped her arms around his waist. His arms tightened around her nearly crushing her against his strong chest. She loved the way he smelled.
"Thanks, Keria," whispered Torn.
"You're welcome, Torn," replied Keria. She made the mistake of looking into his eyes.
Suddenly, Torn pushed Keria up against the wall. Keria knew of him of having a rough attitude but not with her anymore. He leaned closer to her. His breath caressing her face.
"Keria, why did you have to be such a good friend? You were the only one other than Ashelin who got to see the real side of me and didn't run away from me. But I can't keep being friends with you without losing my mind," informed Torn. A struggle went on behind his eyes.
Tears were coming close to Keria's eyes. How could Torn all of a sudden not want to be around her? Did she do something wrong? Did she hurt him? "I'm sorry, Torn."
"You didn't do anything wrong, Keria. I just can't keep going around saying we are nothing but friends.