HNG: Aw, it's so touching to read your reviews! Lol. Anyway, I have the house to mahself so I can write the next chapter! Woo! Don't have long though. ;.;

Anyway, this is where I mess up all the time because I feel like it. After all it is my fan fiction, so XP.

I'd like to point out that I'm making things a little longer and a little shorter for this bit, to suit my story, so I don't expect anyone to start whinging and going "Aw you messed up the story! Jak 3 is based a year after Jak II, blah blah blah!" my story. My rules.

Also, I'm summing up Jak 3 in one chapter, which is kinda difficult, so some spoilers. Actually, a lot of spoilers XD

If anything is different don't scream at me, as I said, I've been banned from the PS2 so I can't go back and check.

Jak was relieved to find out that his sister was safe on the boat, away from the war, while Torn was sat at the front of the bar, his spirit and heart crushed. How long was this war going to last? He was alone in the bar, and was helping himself to some alcohol.

"Hey Torn." Jinx sat beside him.

"Not now Jinx…" Torn groaned. His head sitting in his hands.

"I jus' came over to ask you summat, boss." Jinx said innocently.

"Be quick." He pulled his heavy head out of his head and looked at Jinx.

"What was going on at the port?" he asked him, flicking the ash away from his cigar. "I mean between you and pretty boy's sister?"

"Aw damn it…he knows." Torn sighed heavily. "You so much as dare tell anyone, I swear I'll get you back for it…" He advised Jinx, more like threatening.

"Not a woid." Jinx promised, doing a zip motion over his mouth.

"Well…a while back…when me and Cat crashed in the jungle, we kinda just fell for each other. But we had liked each other since the day we met, y'know?" Jinx nodded as Torn spoke. "Anyway…after Jak defeated Kor, we faked being drunk, as an excuse to be together. We didn't realise until the morning that we had to act like it was a drunken encounter, hating each other for it. That's when Cat jumped into the lake."

"She got stung and poisoned with light eco." Jinx remembered.

"Yeah, but then the war between the metal heads returned, as well as the Krimzon Guard…" Torn hissed the name. "And I know it was for her own good, we sent her away, but it feels like life's not worth living any more, now that she's not here." Torn held back the tears.

"I's called lovin' some one boss." Jinx patted Torn on the back and left. Why did he even consider sending her away? Why?

Torn was flying a Hellcat cruiser with Ashelin as they drove over the city. He wasn't paying much attention to them, he had returned to his normal self over the past seven months, but thoughts of Cat still lingered in his mind.

"They've started an emergency meeting tonight Jak, there are rumblings about you, and it doesn't sound good." Ashelin spoke into the receiver to Jak and Samos. BOOM. Metal heads had shot the palace, and it crumbled.

"Damnit." Torn swerved around and sped to the palace, letting Samos and Jak jump on. Looking down he saw something to do with the precursors, but paid no real interest.

Later that night, he was waiting outside the conference, Ashelin walked out looking defeated.

"What happened?" he asked as he pulled away.

"They're banishing Jak. They thought that his friendship with Krew let the metal heads into the city." Ashelin was close to tears. "They're banishing him to the Wastelands." Torn knew how she felt, and knew how to comfort her. She was going to suffer like he did.

"Jak. I'm sorry." Torn simply said as he gave one last look to him, as he was pushed onto the air ship, with Ashelin, Count Veger, who had suggested banishing him, and some Krimzon Guards. Torn turned around, not bothering to look back. The world was going to end sooner or later, and that didn't really seem to bother him, but he had to help protect it, just to see Cat one last time, although, the mention of her name didn't give that feeling it used to, his stomach didn't tighten up, and he didn't feel joy at the sound of it. He felt his heart lower, and the need to cry became overwhelming.

Almost three years later, the city was near destroyed, Veger had sent Torn and some of his men on a mission in the port, and was cut off, so he was forced to make a second HQ out of the Naughty Ottsel. The slums were a danger zone, and the water slums were a great improvement, while the industrial area was obliterated. The door of the Naughty Ottsel shot up. He looked over to see who had come to disturb him.

"Jak! I never thought I'd see you again!" for once, Torn felt slightly happy to see Jak. Whilst he missed Jak a little, he definitely missed winding up Daxter.

"Torn! What have you done to my bar?" he shouted, horrified.

"We needed a second HQ, and I kinda liked the sign with the Ottsel outside." Torn stated.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool huh?" Daxter grinned.

"We use it for target practise." His brow fell onto his eyes with an evil grin.

"HEY!" Daxter shouted angrily. The look on his face was priceless.

The monk who had 'cured' Cat, known as Seem, lived in Spargus, the city of the Wasteland, and Jak had been living there. And she spoke of 'the day star', which constantly approached. Jak learned that they were the Dark Makers, Precursors gone bad. They wanted to remake the world.

"We can't let them win!" Torn slammed his fist down onto the desk.

"We know, Torn." Keira said quietly.

"Where the hell is Jak?" Torn hissed, obviously needing his help.

"He's in the wasteland." Sig walked in.

"Why's he there?" Torn stood up straight.

"Saving the world, chilli pepper. Errol is in aid with the dark makers, he's using one of the machines." Sig continued. Torn's heart was pounding; he could never see anyone again. Not Jak, or Daxter, or even Cat.

Cat.

How long had it been since he last thought of her, two years maybe? No. Maybe more. He felt awful.

"We have to go to the wasteland." Torn grabbed his gun and placed it in its holster.

Sig, Ashelin, and Torn were driving in Sig's car in the wasteland, they saw a horrible sight. This huge Dark Maker machine, with a small being fighting it on the top. It wailed loudly and fell to the ground. Cheer and joy came from the three when, BANG. It exploded. Their faces went blank. They gazed through the dust and sand, hoping to see some form of life.

Slowly walking through were two figures, one small, one tall. It was the Demolition Due. They'd done it again.

At the ceremony in Spargus, they saw the face of the Precursors, turns out Daxter was one. Just not as intelligent. Torn never said a word. His eyes were glued to the ground.

"I want to be called by my real name, what my father gave me…Mar."
Torn's eyes shot up. Jak was Mar? The Mar? That would mean he was Damas' son, and Cat was Damas' daughter. Everything Torn thought of ended up to Cat. He had to find her. He had to find her now. There was a little flash, where Tess was meant to be, a little female Ottsel stood. Tess had been transformed into a precursor.

'Eleven years later'

(A/N, in Jak X, Torn is supposedly meant to be 30, but I'm making him 34, and Jak is gonna be 33, That means in Jak II, Torn was 19. Jak 18. As well as Cat. So my story works out right. And this is my story so it goes how I like it. Damn. I'm sick of saying that XD)

"Hey Jak, we've been asked to go to Kras city to have the will of Krew read." Ashelin said walking into the Naughty Ottsel.

"Who exactly?" Jak asked.

"Well, You, me, Daxter, Keira, Samos, and Torn." She shrugged.

"Come on then, we better get going." Torn sighed, he hadn't changed a bit.

Within a few hours they were at Kras city, Daxter had started trouble already.

"Everyone's here, who are we waiting for?" Torn whined.

"Krews daughter." Ashelin told him as Daxter's face screwed up.

"Krew, reproduced? Ugh!" He then began complaining how ugly it would be to picture.

A young woman with dark blue hair walked in, and suggested a toast to her father. All drinking some.

"Now, let's watch father's will." She said smiling lightly. They played the hologram, and Krew informed them that the wine was poisoned. They had to race to gain the antidote.

So the gang raced, and fought while doing so. At one of the garages, Ashelin, Daxter, Jak, and Keira were looking for Torn.

"There he is." Keira pointed him out.
"Torn's dyed his hair!" Daxter tried to contain himself from laughing at the blue haired Torn. He was busy working on a car, but it wasn't his.

They all walked over and Jak put his hand on Torn's shoulder.

"Hey who's car you working on?" he asked, the guy turned around. It wasn't Torn, yes he had the same tattoos on his ears, but not on his face, there were none.Yet he looked identical in every way possible, he looked about fifteen, maybe sixteen. He rubbed his nose lightly. Then upon taking a closer look at Jak he jumped, sending the wrench he was holding into the air, the boy landed on the ground the wrench hitting off his head.

"Aiiiiiiie!" he began mumbling quietly to himself, getting up and brushing himself down.

"Hey guys what are you do…ing…." Torn looked face to face at the young boy as he came over. His heart nearly stopped upon seeing him.

HNG: Muaha. Cliff hanger. So who is the teen anyway? Review. REVIEW! 'Devil horns appear again'