What-The-Fuck?
Dash led Janovah down a tunnel out into broad day...they were met with a sight of destruction. It appeared the whole city had been reduced to rubble. They stepped over smoldering ruins, littered with burning fires everywhere. Above them was a choking gas cloud of smoke and dust. They stepped around collasped cinder blocks and talked. "I have a confession...I was not born half-precursor..." Dash said. "It was a curse Jak put on me as I went through the rift into the future...which was lifted when the Perfect Eco was activated. You have been pulled into the period of Ante, before you were born, but after you were concieved. Those who didn't get through the rifts perished...and even those who survived were brainwashed into thinking Mar built the city...it had nothing to do with him. A tribe, that lives on the outskirts built Haven. Soon, everybody's cultures changed, into the grimy city folk they are, and another group seperated to keep their own culture. Mar is nothing...but a lie." Dash finished telling the story, and Janovah stood, in horror. "All this time, my father was a madman..." she responded.
They finished the journey in silence, until they reached what appeared to be an old feul dump. Dash pulled aside a large, thin sheet of singed metal and revealed a large field of domes. Dusk was settling, casting a pink tint on the white, solid sand. Crockadogs barked near the entrances of the huts, and men and women looked up to investigate. Everyone seemed to have a particular haircut. Dash said, "You and the others will live here for the time being...but you know, it's up to you to stop your father. Oh yeah...dread locks and long hair are not exactly accepted...but believe me, the haircut is really good for here...god you should have heard Torn FUSS over his hair. He loved his dreadlocks." Some men and women stepped foward as they walked by and greeted them. Dash led Janovah into a hut where a middle age woman sat upon a pillow. The place was fairly small but quaint. It was decorated with candles and multicolored rugs. The woman said, "Have another one who's mop needs chooping?" Dash nodded. "This one's Janovah..the chosen one." Janovah sat as the woman instraucted.
Dash walked outside as Janovah felt a knife graze her neck. She felt the hair on the back of her be cut extremely short, and one side was left long while the other fell to her eyes. When the woman finished, she said, "There. You will find that it's extremely comfortable, and I really think it suits you." Dash stepped back in, carrying what appeared to be folded white clothes. She said, "These are your new clothes. They didn't have much that would fit you, so I got white." Janovah stood up and thanked the woman, and took the clothes from Dash. Dash led her to a hut near the edge of the cluster, and inside was nearly bear. "This is where you and Torn live." Foosteps were heard somewhere else in the small house, and she saw Torn walk to the door way...except his hair was much shorter, his clothes different and he was sporting a goatee.
"And that's my cue to exit..." Dash said as she stepped out of the door. It slide closed behind her. Torn's face was full of regret, and sadness. "Janovah, I-..I am so sorry, I should have told you. I should have told you from the moment I first saw you." Janovah shook her head. "Don't worry about it." She walked up close him and kissed him lightly. She walked off to the bathroom and changed her clothes. She walked back out and sat down in front of a fire next to Torn. She wrapped a whitee blanket around her. Silence filled the room. Finally Torn said, "I heard...about what Jak did to you..." He began to stroke her face to comfort her. "I mean...his own daughter..." Janovah said nothing...she was still too shocked by the experience to say anything.
He hald her close until she fell asleep in his arms. Then he wrapped her blanket around her and let her sleep...