Okay, here's the second chapter and I promise it will be sooo much better, I'm gonna make it switch between POVs, like this chapter will be in Keira's POV, the next chapter it will be Jak's, then back to Keira and so on and so forth. Oh yeah and some of the OCs in this fic are in some of my other fics, even though they haven't been posted yet.

Disclaimer: I own only this plot and some of the characters.

Keira: Chapter 1: Life spared.

So there I was, stood shoulder to shoulder with my two friends; Shiv and Errol, okay, they weren't really my friends, more like two guys who just happened to live on the same side of Kras city with me and just happened to work with me in just about every mission I went on, and if I messed up, they denied ever being with me at the time, which was just about always. Life can be really hard sometimes.

"So, what are we doing again?" Shiv asked, Errol and I just sighed, Shiv had one of the shortest memories known to man, not to mention the shortest ears, most of our allies called him a 'tipper' frequently, perhaps I should elaborate on what a tipper is, a tipper is someone from the South side of Kras city, someone with tips on the ends of their ears, I hated the name, it's not like it was their fault they had weird ears, anyway, hey reason everyone called Shiv a tipper was because before he'd moved to Kras from the wasteland – why he'd move to this dump nobody knows – he'd lost his ears in a fight with a pretty angry mother metal head, so nobody knew whether or not he had curved or tipped ears.

We were all dressed in red, Errol had an orange fire pattern running down the sleeves of his tunic, Shiv had the same only on his trousers too. I just had plain red, I couldn't be bothered with paying extra for stupid little patterns, as far as I was concerned as long as it kept me warm and it kept my body armour and weapons discreet it'd do just fine, not that I needed to keep my three handguns and two pocket knifes discreet, everyone was used to seeing weapons being brandished and more often than not used in the streets, we were never stopped by a member of the Kras guard, as long as we weren't hurting 'civilised members of the community' we were okay to kill and maim as much as we liked.

"Hey Errol, what do Tippers and hip-hogs have in common?" Shiv asked; here came another joke where people from the south side were the ones getting teased and insulted. Erol shrugged and gestured for Shiv to tell. "They both are yet to understand the word 'soap'" Shiv chuckled, Errol joined in, I just rolled my eyes, it wasn't even a funny joke, but if it was at the Southerner's expense it didn't matter how lame the joke was.

"You two shut up, we're supposed to be looking out for two males and three females all dressed in blue, Rayn says we have to take them out and report back to the base, like professionals" I growled, some people were so damn immature.

"Well thanks for pissing on our little bonfire miss so-stuck-up-her-own-ass-she-can-see-her-ribcage!" Shiv always knew how to wind me up; if it weren't for the fact that we had to work together he would be dead on the floor in two seconds flat. "I never knew you were one to protect the Tippers." Well that was the biggest lie of the centaury, Shiv knew full well I was totally against the racism in this country, I was only fighting in this war because I'd been born into the family, my father was a well known man in the crime family, he was the right hand man in everything, but the chances of him ever taking over the crime family were awfully slim, he was a lot older than Rayn, and even if Rayn did die before Samos my father, there was no certainty that he'd ascend to full power of this operation, but I didn't mind, 'cause that would mean I would have more chance of flying to the moon in a bright orange dinghy than getting out of this dump if my father became the leader, because from the minute my father died to the moment I died, I would be the new leader. "So when did you say those son of a bitch Tippers were gonna get here again?"

"I don't know, Rayn just said that she'd heard that some Southerners were heading North with weapons and that we had to take them out, they were spotted quite near here about half an hour ago." I explained.

"So really, they could've passed a long time ago and we wouldn't know? Those no good bastard Tippers could be killing some of our own this very minute and we're stood here like morons? Doesn't it occur to you that they could have passed here ages ago you daft bitch?" I punched him for that, straight in the face, I'd never been one to slap people, too hit and miss, a good hard punch in the cheek let them know who was boss. "Sorry Keira."

"That's better, now shut up or next time I'll knock you out!" I hissed.

"Well good, at least if I was unconscious I wouldn't have to look at that ugly mug for a while!"

"You're no oil painting yourself!"

"Then why don't you take a picture? It lasts longer!"

"I would but the lens would break!"

"Stupid cow!"

"Arrogant racist pig"

"Tipper lover!"

"Hey you two, sorry to interrupt your little cat fight, but I think I see them!" Errol pointed to three women and two men, they fitted the description perfectly, the guys had darker blue clothing on than the females, on of the guys was considerably younger than the rest of the group, like me really, but he didn't look inexperienced, he had a determined look on his face, his dark blue eyes scanning the area around him like it was going out of fashion, his green hair tied back in a small pony tail to keep it out of his face whilst shooting, he was carrying a gun with a blaster mod attached, not good, those things could be lethal if they were used skilfully, the other male was at least two heads taller than him, much darker skin, head shaved bald (A.N: Ever notice how we never see Sig's hair? I'm just guessing he's bald in this fic) and one of his eyes was missing and was replaced with what seemed to be a piece of goggle, but his other eye was a bright green.

I didn't really study the female's features, I'd spent enough time concentrating on their male allies, all I knew was they all had blue clothing and they all had tipped ears, that was all I needed to know, we all hid behind a car and slowly reached for our most effective guns, I took out my trusty grey handgun that I kept in a small holster around my calf, Shiv and Errol took out identical Vulcan furys, so predictable.

"So what's the plan?" Errol asked whilst checking his ammo supplies were easy to access and that the Vulcan mod was correctly assembled.

"We wait for them to pass us by, then when their backs are turned, we shoot them, and if they spot us we shoot at them anyway and try to retreat back to the base and round up a few more troops, understood?" They both nodded. "Any questions?"

"Yeah, are the Tippers supposed to know we're behind the car?" Shiv asked me, I frowned and shook my head. "Oh that's a shame 'cause if you look up I do believe you'll find they've already found us!" I looked up and the man with the green hair and blue eyes was stood on the car staring down at me with a blaster in his hands, aimed directly at my head.

"Oh shit." Errol gasped, and as though in an animated cartoon the two zipped away quicker than an Ottsel could make a Saint swear. And as soon as they ran, the others in our enemies group ran after them, so I was sat there next to the green haired teenager with a dangerous gun in my face.

He stood there for what seemed an age, completely still, a statue made more movement than him, he didn't even seem to be breathing, I knew I wasn't as still and calm as he was, I could feel myself shaking from terror, this was the end of me, I'd seen people get shot dead on the spot in my fourteen years of life, to be honest, I'd never been afraid of death, anything could be better than this, but now that I was face to face with it, to say I was scared would be an understatement.

I could hear my heart thumping, my blood felt like it had turned to ice and as for the butterflies in my stomach, lets just say that to call it a stampede of angry metal heads would better suit how I was feeling. The man had me at point blank range, one pull on the trigger and a bullet would shoot down though my skull and brain and end up in or through my heart, I didn't have a chance.

I took my last few minutes of life to study the guy's face, the deepness of his blue eyes, the hint of sadness on his expression, his green hair, it was no doubt shoulder length but he'd tied it up pretty high so it only reached the bottom of his head, the small tips on the ends of his ears, the texture of his olive skin, a few scars from previous battles scattered across his face, but otherwise untouched, I diverted my gaze further down his body, first to his loose blue T-shirt, it showed off only a small bit of his chest, I noticed a bullet wound on his left side and the top of his chest armour, I studied his arms, well toned but once again, showed the wear and tear of living in a constant gang war, a small silver shoulder plate was fastened onto his left shoulder, navy blue fingerless gloves and poorly treated nails that seemed to have been bitten down to half their original size.

He looked around to make sure everyone had left, then jumped down next to me and slammed the gun to the ground. I looked at the gun shocked, half expecting to see it blow up in my face, it wasn't uncommon for some of the gangsters to keep mini explosives in their guns in case all didn't go as planned or if they just got bored of shooting people and found stuff that went boom more fun, a.k.a: freaks.

Then I stared once more up at the man, waiting for him to strangle me, or take out a more painful weapon to use, but he never did, instead he just grabbed hold of my face with one of his hands, it was softer than I imagined but it still hurt a bit being that fact that he had a firm grip on my cheeks.

"Now listen closely, I don't like killing people, it's not in my nature, I'm gonna let you go, you're gonna run, you're gonna forget me, and we'll never meet again, you say one word about me to your friends, and I'll kill you, and believe me, I'm rarely in a good mood when people talk about me at the best of times, so if you piss me off, you're gonna pay, is that understood Keira?" I nodded, I decided against asking how he knew my name, he'd no doubt heard our little conversation and heard my name.

He let go of my face, picked up his blaster then walked away back to his side of the city.

I watched as I saw him walking away from me. I sat on the floor for about ten minutes, before I finally pulled myself together and got up, dusting myself down I made sure I'd gathered all of my belongings and set off towards the base, being careful not to be seen by the rest of the thugs from the other side of the city.

But as I walked there was one thing on my mind. There was no way he could've known my name, because as I remembered my conversation with Shiv and Errol, when he came along, neither Shiv nor Errol had said my name.

He knew more about me than I thought.

Wow, Chapter 1 ready to go! Now if the Internet would stop lagging I could update this. Anyway, review, tell me what you think, inform me of spelling and grammar mistakes and if you wanna make some suggestions for later chapters please feel free to do so, flames are also welcome but try to go easy on those okay?