Ruf: Haha, new chapter, I actually wrote most of this in summer school .

Daxter: Slacker

Ruf: you have no room to talk

Daxter: yeah, I know

Chapter 2

Renegade

I was born in Kras City. I was young and didn't understand much, but I knew that it was a bad place. My mum and dad hated it, but when I was 5 years old we moved to Haven for a new life. We took what little we had, or at least what we could.

When we reached Haven City we realized it wasn't perfect but it was better than Kras. Daddy joined the Krimzon Guard to make sure we stayed safe and fed.

Our home was in the slums, near the northeast corner of the city.

When dad came home he could never stay long. Half the time he didn't even take off his armor. Sometimes he would have to stay on duty for days on end.

There weren't any good schools in the slums so Mum taught me how to read and write. I received the rest of my education in the streets. To survive in either Kras or Haven you have to have a good deal of street smarts.

But I didn't have a problem with it, I loved the excitement. I made up little games to play by myself. My favorite game was called "Renegade". I would go to the market and look through the trinkets, fruit, and other foods. And I'd pick out something I liked, grab it, and run. The goal was to get away without being seen, or if it came down to it, see how far I could get before being caught. They always went easy on me. They didn't see a 6 year old girl as much of a threat.

I got away with so many things with this game. A tiny wooden precursor robot, a shrunken monkaw head, a set of dice made from crystallized green eco, even a small metal head skull gem. My mother never understood it, she always asked "hon why do you collect these useless things?" and I always replied,

"Because they make me happy mum." She would smile and walk away shaking her head.

But my prized accomplishment was getting away with a yellow stuffed crocadog, was that a tale.

It started like any game of Renegade. I walked through the market with my average clothing. A red tank top, baggy pants bound to my ankles, cloths around my feet bound by straps of yakow leather, and a tan hood worn down.

I wasn't hungry that day so I looked through the trinket stands. My young eyes passed over many different sized and shaped things, but none caught my interest.

Suddenly I spotted the yellow stuffed animal. I walked away a bit and put my hood up to hide my face. I walked past the stand and quickly pocketed the crocadog.

I started to walk away, thinking I was in the clear. "Hey! Hey don't walk away!" I broke into a sprint at these words. "Bring that back! Thief!"

It wasn't like I was new to being chased by an angry entrepreneur. I took a sharp turn into a long alley with a trench in the middle. I jumped down into the trench; by the time I looked to see where I was landing I was on top of him. A young man not looking to be much older than I was. I stumbled to the ground and was on my back propped up by one elbow.

He was kneeling next to me. I looked up into his blue eyes.

"Where'd she go?" the voice of the salesman said.

The boy stood up and leaned against the wall of the trench and put his ear to it.

"Ah fuck it, I got customers"

The boy signaled that the man was gone and I stood up.

"So what did you do to get him so bent outta shape?" I pulled the stuffed crocadog from my pocket and showed it to him.

"He was sellin' these and I wanted it, sort of a game I play."

"Heh, nice. What's your name?"

"Taryn"

"I'm Scrap, wanna be friends?"

"Ok!"

Ruf: Ah, the innocence of children

Daxter: gag

Ruf: Oh yeah, I changed the boy's name too

Daxter: nobody cares

Ruf: REVIEW!