A/N: Sorry for the late update. Been in All-West. This chapter is kind of funny.

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Torn's Bad Day

3rd Person

A shadow gloomed in the corner of the room. An unnamed fear crept through Janovah's room, and to her darkened bedside. The figure held in its hand, the sword of mar. Riddled with sadness, the figure knew what it had to do. It would have to kill the best friend it ever knew, to protect the world from Janovah's dark side. But then something happened it did not intend.

Dash: I should never have trusted you!! You will not harm Janovah, KAT!!

Kat jumped like a cat, and whirled around to see Dash standing in the doorway, eyes blazing, furious. In her tightened hand was her whip, the fiery rope glowing despite the darkness. Kat knew she had to let Dash make the first move. If Dash tried to strike with her whip she dodge to the side and slash Dash's throat. Dash was more powerful, so Kat would have to be quick. But she knew Dash would not attack unless it was necessary. She would have to bait Dash. However...she felt a pang of remorse. She would have to kill her two best friends...No, they weren't her friends. They abandoned her. Kat turned a made a fake move for Janovah, and as expected Dash made an attack. But Dash was faster than Kat had anticipated.

As she tried to dodge, Dash's whip managed to smack her shoulder, burning a red raw line into it. Kat tried to resist the pain, but she fell. She swung wildly at her Half-Precursor challenger. But the sword missed and missed. It was a clumsy weapon, bad shape and it was heavy. The crappy sword even got stuck in the floor. Kat rolled to the side to avoid the fire whip. It left a burn mark in the carpet. Kat reached to the holster on her belt on her skimpy black skirt. She withdrew her handgun. She aimed carefully, but quickly as Dash aimed for another strike. Her aim found Dash's chest, and she pulled the trigger.

Torn's POV

Torn let out an uttering cry of frustration. Samos was away in Haven. He needed the green eco now. He knew Samos had a stash of it somewhere on board, but where? There was only one person...or animal...where Samos kept it. Daxter. But he dreaded asking Daxter. He liked Daxter...but that was the problem. He always acted like he hated Daxter.

This was silly. Janovah needed him. Torn had to ask Daxter where it was. Great. Now he needed to FIND Daxter. Where would Daxter be? Torn thought hard on it. Daxter would probably be where Tess was. Now where would Tess be? The armory. Torn navigated the halls in a hurry, looking for the room. Finally how found the large metal door. On the keypad towards the side, on the wall, he entered the password. The seal on the door was broken as it slid open.

The room was large and rectangular, made of metal and the walls were lined with racks. The racks held various guns. At a large metal table Tess stood, holding a screwdriver in her tiny ottsel hands. Daxter was asleep leaning against a pile of scrap metal in a corner.

Torn: Daxter!

Daxter woke with a start.

Daxter: Oh...it's YOU. What do you want?
Torn: Inedyerhep.

His speech had slurred together and he mumbled in embarrassment.

Daxter: What?
Torn: I need your help...

Daxter smirked.

Daxter: With what? Big bad Torn can't something on his own?
Torn: You know where Samos's stash of green eco is, don't you?
Daxter: Yeah...why?
Torn: Can you get me to the stash?
Daxter: What's in it for me?
Torn: You know how you said you wish the precursors had given you underwear with your pants?
Daxter: Ah, yes....nice, soft underpants. How it lifts....and cradles...

Torn was becoming more and more freaked out by the minute.

Daxter: Fine...get me some undies and I'll show you where he keeps the goods.
Torn: Great...just don't do the undies thing again.

Torn and Daxter got going out of the armory and down the identical hallways, tinted blue from the cheesy fluorescent lighting. Franerik always had to do it fancy. Daxter led the way, sprinting on all fours, while Torn ran behind him to keep up. He could run fast for a little rodent. Daxter stopped at a wooden door, and Torn stopped right behind him, silently catching his breath. The door was raggedy looking, very out of place. Daxter reached up with his skinny ottsel arms and turned the knob, and pulled the door open with a loud creak. The room itself was a small closet lined with shelves. On the shelves were many jars, different sorts of eco. The closet was tall, and on the top shelf (figures) there were glass bottles labeled "green eco". Torn gave his expecting look at Daxter.

Daxter: Okay, fine!! I'm going up. Why don't you make yourself useful and keep watch?

Torn turned and peeked out of the door watching for people coming. The halls would be empty at this time of night, so there really wasn't much to worry about. Torn stared boredly at the bluish wall as he heard the clinking of glass and padding of Daxter's feet as he climbed the shelves.

Daxter: I found it!! Hey, blue boy, catch!

Torn turned back to the shelves and looked up at Daxter who had a large bottle in his hands with a glowing green liquid. Daxter made a dramatic toss, and the bottle plummeted down, but Daxter slipped and fell with the bottle. Torn backed into the wall of the closet, but managed to catch the bottle. Daxter wasn't so lucky. He landed with a thud on the ground covered in dust.

Daxter: Ack...

He got up, coughing, and brushed the dust off of his fur.

Daxter: Well that was fairly easy.
?????: Hey!!! You, stop!!

The voice was scratchy but feminine. And a tad familiar...But there wasn't time. They had to get out of there.

Torn: Run!!
Daxter: To where?!
Torn: To Janovah's room!! Hurry!!

They bolted out of the wooden door. It smacked into someone when they pushed it back. Torn felt a hand brush his arm for a split second. He ran down the halls until he came to the door to Janovah's room. Daxter was tailing him.

?????: I'll get you two thieves!! Come back!!
Daxter: AAAH!! This girl's crazy!!

He was only feet away when he felt two arms wrap around his waist. He fell for what felt like a long time as the bottle slipped from his hands.

Torn: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! DAXTER!!

Daxter turned around ran backwards, seeing the bottle careening towards him. He held out his arms for the catch. Torn felt the girl getting up, but he blindly grabbed her and held her in a grip. Daxter leaped mid-run and caught the bottle in his fuzzy hands. He slid on his stomach but held the bottle above his head to prevent damage to it. He came to stop as he flew through Janovah's door. He stood up and began a victory dance. The girl broke Torn's grip and shoved him down on the ground and stepped on his back and hand and she ran at Daxter. But what happened next was the worse possible thing. Daxter spiked the bottle. It smashed all over the floor. Shards and green liquid went everywhere. The girl stopped dead in her tracks.

????? Torn: DAXTER!!!
Daxter: Ooops.
?????: Oh, I'm so mad!! First you steal from my father, and now you...
Daxter: KEIRA?!

Indeed Daxter was right. The girl was Keira.

1st Person

Janovah's POV

I opened my eyes because of a great deal of noise. My sick feeling was gone, and I no longer felt cold. But what I saw just absolutely freaked me out. Kat was standing in front of Dash with a gun pointed at her. Dash was kneeling at my bedside, her breathing rattled and a hand at her shoulder, the other gripping her fire whip, which was emitting curls of smoke as it burned into the carpet. Both were staring at Daxter, who was standing in a puddle of Mar-knows-what. And Daxter was staring at a tall, green and blue haired woman who was in my doorway. I sat up, in slight daze.

Janovah: Oh my GOD.

The people seemed to notice my speech. They turned and looked at me, surprised.

Dash: !!

Her voice shook unsteadily. She was dying, I knew.

Kat: Fine...great, you told her. Now will you please MOVE?
Dash: No!!

Blood seeped from the spot where she had her hand. Kat cocked the gun for a final shot. I didn't understand why Kat was doing this, I just had to act. I snuck off my bed, pretty much unnoticed by Kat or Dash. I snuck up to Daxter and took a bottle with the bottom smashed out. I held it over my head and smashed it on Kat's head. Glass flew everywhere. She put a hand on her head, and fell forward. The gun slipped from her hand and it landed on the floor and discharged.

Great. Just wonderful.