The door wasn't going to hold much longer. I decided to call for help.

Janovah: HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP!!!

No response. I waited a few minutes, and tried again.

Janovah: HELP!! HELP ME!! PLEASE!!!

The door was about to give. The hinges were waning, about to break.

Janovah: HELP!! THE DARK MAKER!!!

I inched back to the very back of the room. I was unarmed, completely open to attack. Finally, with a horrible whine, and the splitting of wood, the door fell with a horrible crash. I realized I had one option: FIGHT. The Dark Maker charged at me quickly, but I dodged expertly and the Dark Maker crashed into the wall. It roared with pain and jumped around, getting the idea of where I was. It charged again, and I swerved and fell onto my bed. I felt something in my bed covers. I had to hurry, the Dark Makers head was moving oddly. I slid my hand into the bed covers. My fingers came to a handle-Torn's knife! I pulled it out.

Janovah: Thank you Torn...

But I shouldn't have said that, because then the Dark Maker found where I was and immdiately prepared to attack. Then out of nowhere, a stinger poked out of its abdomen...gross! It charged once more, and using my arms I propelled myself off the bed. I fell on to the floor, hard, back first. I got up immediately and the creature began to slash and sting the bed. I exhaled too loudly, and the monster pin pointed me again. It jumped before I could move, and it landed right over me, legs on either side. The stinger dangled omniously. It struck-but landed inches to the right of my head. I grasped the knife tight, and made a swift swing with my sword, and cut off its stinger. It shrieked and tried to stab me with its claws, but I had already slid from underneath. I stood up, and the thing's bleeding stinger fell of my stomach. I raised the knife, and brought it down on its spine. With blood-curdling CRACK its spine snapped, and it shreiked again, and fell, paralyzed. It was still alive, still a threat. I walked around to its neck, raised my knife again, and impaled its neck. The creature gave a final shriek, and died. I panted, and dropped the bloody knife to the floor. Just then, I heard voiced outside in the hall. Oh yeah, real convienent.

Dash: JAN!! JAN!! I'm coming!!

She appeared in the doorway, and saw the bloody mess on the floor.

Dash: Is it...dead?
Janovah: I hope so.
Dash: Wow...You took it on all by yourself?
Janovah: Yes.

We exited the room, and found a bunch a flittering scientists arguing.

Janovah: How? How did that thing grow that fast?
Scientist: Dark Eco Enhancements. But the damage is already done! It managed to call for the rest! This won't be like the last assault...
Seem: This whole plan was folly.

Seem was standing there, his hands behind his back, but with a really pissed off look.

Seem: You chose to keep the creature alive. And now the whole world will suffer!
Janovah: We repelled them once, we can do it again!
Seem: That attack was smaller, Heroine, this is the whole nation of Dark Makers. A full scale invasion! We must alert the Precursors!
Janovah: I have to talk to Torn...I want to take up the throne to Haven City.

Everyone looked suprised.

Scientist: What? I mean, if you truly wish.

So I left, down several halls, and out of the door, alone. I found a zoomer, and rode to an air train, and took it to Franerik. When I got there, the place was a wreck. I mean it looked like a neuclear bomb hit it. Of course, I had no idea where to go. I sought out a person, a shaky man.

Janovah: Hey-Hey you! I'm looking for a guy named Torn.
Man: They're coming!! You have no time to look for people!! The Dark Makers are coming!!
Janovah: Yeah, I'm quite aware of that. Do you know where Torn is?
Man: Torn?? I've heard of him!!

This guy was really starting to bug me. His voice was shaky and he stuttered.

Janovah: Where is Torn?
Man: Torn?? Torn is on that alley over there...in a little place that used be part of Haven City...
Janovah: Okay...
Man: WE NEVER MET!!! WE NEVER HAD THIS CONVERSATION!!

The guy sprinted off aimlessly. What a whack job. I made my way to the alley he had pointed out. The place looked vaguely like Haven. I came to a door with a green circle and a strange logo on it. The logo had a skull on a T looking thing, and the skull was cracked and it had a hammer over it. The door flew open, and revealed a set of stairs. I stepped down the stairs, to another door, which was light pink, and flew open. I saw Torn with his back turned. He turned around, and saw me.

Torn: Janovah! What are doing here?
Janovah: I had to see you. I had to tell you about the things that have happened.

I started at when the doctors had kidnapped me and operated on me and went to me getting there.

Torn: They operated on you? Without consent?

I shook my head.

Torn: That has to be illegal.

He sat down on the floor next to a burning furnace.

Torn: Come on, pull up a floor.
Janovah: I'm just wondering...are you okay now?
Torn: Yeah, there was some little chip thing on my head. I have no idea where it came from.

He pointed to a table covered in papers. It was dark, and there a blaring light over it. I walked up to the table and picked up a little peice of metal. It was odd. I pocketed it, and went over to Torn and sat down close to him. It felt impossible to have a normal conversation with him.

Torn: This place used to be the Headquarters of the Underground, when we were fighting the Baron. I used to spend alot of time here. Giving out missions. It was lonely, it felt pretty lonely.

He put his arm around me and pulled me close. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and rested it close to his neck. He began to tell a story about how my father stirred up Krimzon Guards, how my father met his child self, how my father vanquished Praxis. Daxter used to tell me similiar stories, but I never believed it. I closed my eyes, I was close to sleep...

Torn: Janovah? Am I boring you?
Janovah: No...just tired.

He pulled me in tight, and squeezed. He kissed my head...I fell asleep peacefully. I loved every second of it.