YES Torn is dead Muahahaha! NO it's a joke::gets hit by GMB and Crystal, Serena eyes her: Ok Ok it was a bad joke sorry. Oww…Wow I got a new reviewer Fireworkmage who left me a review for every chap practically Lol Thanks. StormPhoenix and Luv2Game, you must read my mind sometimes hmm…I won't say anything just read on.

The trains were being stupid so I couldn't get to work and I was like Yay now I can go home and write that chap before ppl kill me.

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Chapter 15

Ashelin pulled fiercely on the clasps wringing her red sore wrists and ankles. She used all the breath in her lungs to scream to him but the gag in her mouth muffled her desperate cries. Her spirit fell when she locked gazes with him and she saw the despair in his sea blue eyes. He had seen her injured before but this was different. It was obvious she was helpless and tortured even though she was unconscious through most of it. He wouldn't know that though. Her eyes burned when she saw the look on his face, observing the marks on her body. She had never wanted him to see her in such a state. She knew it pained him to see the cuts and bruises that would probably scar her body. Still she pushed that aside and screamed. He could not understand her.

Her eyes widened as she saw the glowing red dot aim at his forehead. She yanked her body forward as tears were brimming at her eyelids. Her teeth bit down on the gag in her mouth and her gums stung. Her nails dug into her almost bleeding palms that matched the color of her wrists.

Please, Torn, move out of the way! He's up there! Please!

Her eyes squeezed shut when she saw him look up, realizing the sniper's aim was on his forehead. She didn't want to see, she couldn't bare to see it. She heard a grunt and opened her eyes, trying to stretch her neck upwards and see what was happening above her. Did someone find the sniper?

It happened so fast, too fast for her eyes to follow. Her head fell as the pieces of glass flew above her. The gunshot echoed in the warehouse and right as she spun her head up again she watched Torn roll onto the ground to escape the flying bullet. It grazed his cheek and right as a small feeling of relief spread through her, it was quickly brought to a harsh halt.

Her eyes widened as the next gunshot came from nearby her. She looked up at Cutter who was now smiling deviously and unmasked. A stream of smoke rose from the end of his pistol. Her body began to tremble as the fear rose up in her.

No! It can't be…

Her head slowly turned to where he was and her worst fears were confirmed. She watched him grasp his chest in surprise and she watched the hope in his eyes fade once he looked onto his bloody palms. His hands trembled as he stared onto the blood from his chest wound. He looked up at her and she finally released the tears that were holding themselves at the brink of her jade eyes. She felt the warm salty tears rushing down her cheeks and her vision blurred.

She had never cried like this before, except from the time her mother had died and her father showed no remorse. This was a pain she hadn't felt in years and a pain she hoped she'd never feel again until now. It was a pain far worse than when she witnessed the death of her friend, Cutter's brother, Guts. She felt as if her lungs were crashing in and she couldn't catch her breath through the constant tears that were blinding her.

Torn no! You can't leave me! You said you'd never leave me! You said you'd keep me safe!

"Torn!" A masculine voice called out from above before a familiar body came crashing through one of the sunroofs. His body transformed as he fell and his call turned into an animalistic roar. His skin grew white and his cerulean eyes were purged to reveal the deep blackness beneath it. His fingers sharpened into claws and the ottsel on his shoulder trembled in fear. He had never seen his companion so angry to the point that his gritting fangs seemed as if they were foaming. Blood trickled from his gums as he clenched his fangs at his surroundings and growled. The demon landed on his feet, not too far from Torn's lifeless body.

She tried to blink the tears from her eyes to clear her vision as she screamed with all her might, screamed out his name. She was now living the nightmare that he said would never happen. She watched as his body fell onto the concrete and the crimson surrounded his body. She watched helplessly as she saw his fingers clawing at the earth, clawing for every last breath until they stopped. He lay face down on the floor away from her and his body stopped rising. He stopped breathing.

No, don't go! I love you too much! I can't-

She shook her head ferociously and somehow managed to pull the gag down to her neck. She opened her mouth to scream but only silence escaped it. She tried again and her voice cracked barely above a screeching whisper, "Torn!"

The men surrounded Jak now in his Dark Eco form as he eyed his prey. His black eyes showed blood thirst and he licked his lips from his hunger to kill. Jak lashed forward and began to claw at every man in his sight, throwing them across the warehouse against walls and each other as he easily dodged the numerous bullets unloading from their weapons. Their frightened screams were heard as his claws cut through their chests and he threw them around without mercy, without remorse. Within a few seconds, his clothes were soaked with blood and it was all from them. They continued to run toward him and he pounded his chest, roaring with power before he sunk his claws and fangs into them one by one. There were too many and they prevented him from reaching Torn's body. Still he did not stop; he was possessed by his anger.

Meanwhile before Jak had jumped in through the sunroof with Daxter, Jinx had watched the whole thing play out. While he was planting the last of the explosives on the roof he failed to notice the sniper on the side of the building before it was too late. He shot him in his shoulder but the man had already pulled the trigger. His eyes widened as he watched his long time companion get shot by Cutter while dodging the sniper. That was when Jak yelled out to him and jumped through the roof. Jinx snarled in anger and without a second thought, he grabbed the sniper who was lying on the cold metal of the staircase floor, clutching his bleeding shoulder. He grabbed his head and swiftly spun it harshly; a slight crack ceased the man's breathing. He didn't care if breaking his neck was too cruel. He scrambled up to the roof once again as Jak began to tear apart all the goons in the warehouse. He grabbed the control he had made and slid back down onto the staircase, kneeling on his knees as he pressed it.

A loud explosion echoed through the night. Birds flocked away from the deafening noise. Fiery orange flames rose up and sent sparks and clouds of smoke to rise into the sky. The two units of FL men lifted their heads up. They were already kneeling down, hiding beneath the grass blades not too far from the warehouse. They awaited the signal and there it was.

Anya and Seij looked at one another briefly before jumping to their feet. "For our city!" yelled Seij. Jigs and Myke had done the same. "And for each other!" responded Jigs. All four nodded as they screamed and cocked their weapons, leading their two units of men, "Charge!" Their war cries announced their arrival and lit their spirits with hope of victory.

As they approached the warehouse they began shooting down the men trying to escape the raging demon inside. They felt the heat of the flames through their helmets and screams of fear and battle cries were heard from inside the walls. As the battle started outside, the remaining men charged into the warehouse.

Ashelin still stood speechless, trying to overcome being mute from shock. She still pulled at her clasps with whatever energy was left in her but to no avail did she succeed. He still stood in front of her, his body still and his skin paling. There was so much commotion going on with Jak tearing everyone apart and the rest of the FL participating in the full-fledged battle. Gunshots and screams filled the air and blood spattered freely against the walls and one another. The strong familiar stench of death filled her nostrils and made her stomach churn. She couldn't hear if any sound was escaping her quivering lips. She couldn't even hear herself think.

Cutter pulled out a machine gun and smiled deviously as he shot through the crowd of men, not caring if his own men were in the way. Bodies hit the floor and flew past one another. Cutter laughed as he unloaded all his ammo onto the unsuspecting men fighting for their lives amongst each other.

Her chest rose fast as she wheezed and hyperventilated. His cold golden eyes met hers and he brought his gun to his side. He made his way to her quickly and grabbed the back of her crimson hair. She gasped in pain and she felt the wound in the back of her head re-opening. He yelled into her ear, "Look at that, all these men dying for just you and for nothing because you're still gonna die"

Now that her mouth was free to speak, she couldn't. She wanted to curse at him; she wanted to spit at him. Yet the only thing she cared about was Torn. His body was still lying on the floor lost in the crowd and lifeless. All she wanted was to run to him and cradle him in her arms. Whisper her last words of love to him and shake his heavy body in hopes that he would magically revive. She knew there was no way he could've survived such a direct gunshot and even if it didn't hit any vital organs, without immediate medical attention, he'd be dead from blood loss.

Anya was amongst the crowd, shooting almost blindly at any threatening figure that approached her. She yelled as she shot, pouring all of her energy into killing every last one of these scumbags that threatened her city. Suddenly she felt something slither around her neck and yank her back ferociously. It was Edje's whip around her neck. She gagged as she clenched the leather wrapped around her neck to prevent it from digging deeper into her skin.

She dropped her gun and quickly reached for the pocketknife she kept on her for emergencies. She turned her body towards Edje as he pulled her toward him with his whip. He smiled almost lustfully as he pulled her helmet off to see her paling face. Her silver blue hair came spilling out and he smiled with satisfaction. It seemed he had a fetish for hurting and killing women and picked her out for that reason. Right as he was about to yank the whip and break her neck she stabbed her knife full force into his abdomen. His eyes bulged as they both fell to their knees; she released herself from his grasp, gasping for air. Edje crawled away from her, clutching his stomach wound thanks to her.

Seij came running to her through the crowd as soon as he saw Edje's whip wrapped around her neck. He dropped to his knees, "Are you alright?" and she nodded.

She struggled to stand up and before she could fully gain her composure she saw another man running to them at full speed. She was now unarmed and there was no time to jump for her gun.

Her pink lips let out a gasp as she watched him cock his weapon and pull the trigger at Seij who was blocking their path. Without another thought she pushed his body aside with all her strength. Seij's body slid onto the floor as she felt the sharp pain shoot through her side. Her head jerked back as her body fell. Her silver strands fell over her eyes as her head crashed onto the concrete.

"NOOO!" Seij screamed as he shot mercilessly at the man who had just shot Anya. The man was already dead with Seij's first shot but Seij emptied all his ammo on him as he watched his body rattle in the air from his gunshots. When his body finally hit the floor, Seij scrambled to Anya who was lying nearby, clutching the pouring crimson from her side. He lifted her body into his arms and he dragged them into a corner where they could be hidden from harm. He brushed the silver strands from her face as he rocked her in his arms. He removed his helmet before his large hand cupped over hers on her bleeding side.

"What the f-ck Anya! Why'd you have to go and do that!" he screamed at her as his caramel eyes burned.

She laughed weakly, "I guess…I'm so used to being the man remember?"

"Idiot! That's what I'm here for! Get used to it! You're my partner, my best friend- you're my-" The end of his sentence was cut off by his quivering voice. He was trying to control his emotions.

She coughed and a light stream of blood trickled from the side of her lips. He quickly pulled out a small vial of Green Eco he had in his armor and popped the top open with his teeth. He briefly released his grasp on her side to pour the bubbling liquid onto her wound. She winced at the sting of it on her body and he quickly threw the vial to clutch her side again. The Green Eco would slow it down a bit but he knew in time she would need more than that.

He raised her head to his so their foreheads touched and his eyes squinted shut, "Anya, no…I love you" His black ponytail fell over his shoulder and onto her cheek as she smiled up at him, bringing her trembling hand to brush the hair on his jaw line. He pleaded, "Anya, hold on okay? Just a little longer"

Edje pushed past the bodies and scrambling feet around him as he crawled on the floor. He hacked up blood as he desperately tried to escape. He still gripped his precious whip until a foot suddenly stomped onto his knuckles. He felt the bones in his hand crackle and break one by one as the foot continued to press and stomp onto it. He yelped out in pain as he looked up. His eyes widened when he met the cold black ones staring down at him. Blood dripped from his fangs and Edje shook his head in fear.

"So you're the one who whipped her?" The demon growled at him and Edje shook. Jak bent down to lift Edje's trembling body in his claw. He snatched the whip from him so that he could wrap it around Edje's body. Jak smiled sadistically as Edje had done to Anya and to Ashelin.

Edje's screams pierced through the already loud and war ridden warehouse. It seemed that Edje had finally met someone with a fetish of his own. Jak enjoyed killing the prey that hurt or killed those he cared about. His blood and limbs spattered across the building and Jak had finally showed him his demise.

Jigs and Myke stood close since they didn't have much battle experience. It was the most horrific experience they had ever witnessed. They shot desperately for their lives and tried to maintain their sanity and concentration. The unfamiliar stench of blood stung their eyes and noses. Their stomachs were weak and they tasted the bitter acid in the back of their throats from the sight of the bodies and loose limbs around them.

Myke's hand grabbed Jigs shoulder roughly spinning him to look at what was in front of them. His finger trembled as he pointed and Jigs' eyes lay upon where Myke's was. Their hearts dropped along with their hopes as they saw the lifeless familiar body laying face down on the floor. They ran toward it and dropped to their knees. Tears welt up beneath their helmets as they stared at the cold body of their commander who had believed in them. Their hands soaked in the blood coming from his body.

"No, it can't be!" Jigs stared, lost in disbelief.

A scream caused them to lift their heads up again. It was their governor. "Jigs, we have to get the governor! We have to do it for him!"

Jigs nodded and him and Myke stood up, cocking their weapons and charging through the crowds toward the direction of Ashelin's screams.

Cutter's blade ripped through her leg as she screamed, not from pain, but screaming out his name. Her voice was weak and couldn't make it clear through her sobs. The pain Cutter was inflicting on her was numb. She saw two FL soldiers desperately trying to make it to her but the crowd was preventing them.

Cutter finally grew angry that she wasn't paying him any attention and the pain he was trying to inflict has no effect. He snarled before bringing to knife to her chest. "No more games. Goodbye Ashelin"

Ashelin had already used up all her energy. She gave up trying to pull herself off the wall. Her body was in pain; everything inside her was in pain. She finally realized Cutter was going to give her the final blow and bring her to her death. She had to try, try one last time. She took a deep breath and through her sobs, she screamed at the top of her lungs. Cutter raised the knife into the air.

Myke and Jigs realized Cutter was about to stab their governor in the chest and yelled, "No! Governor!"

"TORN!" she screeched and just as the knife was about to plunge into her chest a loud roar rumbled through the warehouse. It brought all the commotion to a halt as everyone looked around for its source with surprised eyes. It struck fear into every living soul and was unfamiliar.

Jinx was on the upper level fighting alongside his FL comrades and looked to Jak below. Jak looked up to Jinx, his black eyes just as wide as his. Daxter trembled in fear again, this time clenching Jak's ear as he stood on his shoulder.

They heard the demonic roar again, somewhere hidden and lost amongst the crowd. It was then that they had realized, the roar that had erupted through the warehouse, it didn't belong to Jak…

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LOOONG chapter! I really tried my best with the battle scene. I'll probably continue to work on it and if I can make it better I can re-post the better version another time but for now this is it. Intense huh? Lots of things going on at the same time. Hope it wasn't confusing. I wanna write more so hopefully by later today or tomorrow I'll add another chapter.