Chapter 2: What we have in common.

Sasha looked to her left and right franticly. She saw nobody but the stranger she just met and a humanoid creature she had caught. She took a deep breath and pushed the victim against the wall. He slipped down the wall and ended up sitting with his back towards it.

"What are you doing?" the victim asked. He tried to escape but Sasha was too strong. The victim looked into Sasha's eyes and says them sparkling with tears. Finally she bit him. Sasha could feel her victim gripping the back of her shirt and tearing parts of it away. The scratching and gripping grew more and more panicked. Suddenly the victim let out an ear piercing scream. Sasha bit harder. Tears fell from her eyes and started to run down the defenseless man's cheek. Blood ran down from his neck, staining his shirt. Sasha finally felt the man's grip loosen on her back, his feet stopped kicking. It was over. Sasha let the man go, letting his limp upper body to fall to the floor. Sasha wiped the blood from her mouth. She looked at her trembling right hand. It was covered in the man's blood. She fell to her knees and started crying. Behind her the gray stranger she had just met was kneeling down. He wrapped his arms around her. It seemed kind.

"So you are the one…" Sasha was wiping a tear with her clean hand.

"What do you mean Bradley?"

"You should know exactly what I mean." His voice became dark and impatient.

"Who are you?" The captain asked.

"Just call me Bradley but that won't matter soon enough!" He grabbed Sasha and threw her into the wall. She landed right next to the dead man she had just bitten. Sasha was in a bit of a daze. By the time she shook it off the gray lombax was right on top of her with a sharp piece of wood high above his head. His hand came blazing down toward Sasha's chest but she stopped him. Both her hands were stopping his one with the wooden "dagger" but still it was coming closer and closer toward her chest. Bradley moved a little lower on Sasha's body bringing Sasha closer to her doom. The enemy was only inches away from her neck but was foiled by Sasha kicking him in the chest, sending him away.

"Why are you doing this?" Sasha yelled. "Are you crazy?"

"You have what I need with it I know! I've been searching this city for you…you're the key to my revenge Sasha."

"Revenge on who?" Sasha asked.

"If I told you, you would be more lost than you already are. So why don't you just stay still so I can do this."

"No!" Sasha threw a punch at Bradley. He ducked to the left and caught her right wrist. He pulled her hand away from her body. Sasha used her left to try to release Bradley's grasp but as soon as her hand got close Bradley took it and moved both her hands to the middle of her chest while swiftly positioning himself behind her. Sasha's closed her eyes as she felt Bradley's sharp teeth run up and down the right side of her neck her neck, then down the left side. His teeth ran along a hard spot.

"There!" He cried. He leaned his head back and then thrust it forward for a bite, but he didn't suck he bit again and again and again. Sasha felt something attached to her being ripped out. She wanted to scream but she couldn't, nothing came out. Sasha suddenly felt a terrible pain, as if something had been ripped out from inside her. In fact, it had. Bradley released Sasha and let her fall to her knees. He hands hit the ground stopping a full fall. Blood started to trickle down her neck and hit the floor below her. She looked up at the gray lombax.

"Bradley…I feel like-"

"You've been gone for a long time? You have."

"How's the plan going?"

"It's better that I could ever have imagined."

"And the crew,"

"The others are not on our side yet, but they shall join soon. Our biggest advantage is that they don't know a thing. We know everything.

"You head back for the Phoenix…'Captain'" he Chuckled. "And I wait. Welcome back…Sasha."

Sasha slowly started to smile.

"Who are you? Who am I?"

"You of all people should know who we are. You tricked me…you made me think that I would live…" the gray lombax said.

"I don't know what you're talking about…just let me out of here!"

"You don't remember… ratchet?" He spat.

"Well I do." The gray fiend's eye's started to glow yellow. Ratchet started kicking and moving around in fear.

"What's going on?" He yelled. Slowly the captor bent down to ratchet's neck and bit it. Ratchet screamed loudly in terrible pain.

"Does that ring a bell at all? Or would it help if she did it?" Ratchet looked to his right and saw nobody. He took a look to his left and saw-

"Sasha!"

"Oh, I've jogged your memory?" Bradley roared.

"Sasha? Of all people…you're behind this?"

"In front, under, and around it too," She Replied.

"So…it didn't mean anything did it! You just used me!"

"Oh, sorry" She mocked. "For what it's worth, I had fun doing it." Tear trails could be seen in ratchets fur.

"But why…?" Ratchet asked.

"B-"

Ratchet woke up. He found himself in the infirmary. It must have been a while, he felt as if he had been out for quite a while. Funnily enough the first person he saw was Sasha.

"Are you feeling better?" She asked at the realization that he was awake.

"I feel numb." He answered. His speech was slow and slurred.

"That will go away soon." She started to stroke his fur.

"I had a dream…about you."

"Really? What happened?"

"Well...you…it was just a dream."

Sasha started to laugh.

"Wasn't the best dream huh? Or maybe it was?" Ratchet pondered a moment.

"Oh, gosh no! Nothing like that!" he made a bit of a stupid smile as he was unsure as to laugh or not.

"You must be hungry!" Sasha said.

"I'll see if I can get you something. Anything in particular?"

"Get me anything edible… and a large amount of it!"

"Even without most of your memory, you still sound like the ratchet I know." She left the room. Suddenly the room felt so empty to ratchet…so terribly quiet. This got him randomly thinking.

"What's with that dream? I've had it twice now…this time it got longer. I wonder if this means anything…if it maybe can help figure out why I can't remember anything. I could remember everything the day before…maybe I should ask Sasha what I was doing the day before I lost my memory…I wonder what Sasha's going to bring up for me to eat."

"Hey Ratchet." An unfamiliar voice said.

"Look, I'm not sure if you remember me, but my name is Jazz…Jazz Jackrabbit." Ratchet chuckled at the name.

"Sounds kind of silly," Ratchet said.

"…well, so does Ratchet." Jazz retaliated.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or anything."

"Well I thought that you would remember that if you insult a rabbit's name he'll kill you.

"What?" Jazz Glared at Ratchet a moment.

"Oh crap…" Ratchet thought to himself. Suddenly Jazz started to laugh.

"Oh man! That was great, I totally got you there." Ratchet breathed out a sigh of relief

"You sure did!"

"Oh, jazz…you see Ratchet's awake!" Sasha Said. She had entered the room with some rice and chicken.

"Whatever that is…It smells good!" Ratchet said.

"Hey Sasha." Jazz waved to Sasha.

"Jazz you should be at your post."

"But nothings happening…this entire galaxy has been quiet ever since we gave those cops training. Now that they aren't lack luster losers they actually do their jobs and we end up on patrol. Pretty soon captain they won't be needing us anymore Captain…they'll assign this ship to some dirty work."

"That won't happen." Was Sasha's simple reply.

"Now go back to your post!"

"But I…oooooh I see." Jazz started backing up toward the door. "I'll just…get back to that then."

"Ah, alone again." Sasha smiled. "Do you want to eat now or should we wait until you're a bit less numb?"

"I'm kinda hungry so," Sasha dipped a fork into the food she was carrying and fed it to ratchet. While he was chewing she started to talk to him.

"Ratchet…they say your not normal…something's wrong, and I don't just mean the fact you can't remember anything." Ratchet was still in the middle of chewing.

"Your body…isn't working like a living body." Sasha sighed. "even scarier…you don't have a pulse." Ratchet finally swallowed.

"But that's impossible…I'm alive! I'm talking to you aren't I? I mean-" Sasha shushed him. She took his hand and put it to her neck.

"What do you feel?"

"…nothing"

"No pulse…I'm the same way."

Jazz was outside listing to the whole thing. This conversation was starting to scare him as well because he also lacked a pulse.