Okay, here's the third chapter already, and there's gonna be a BIG thickening in the plot, both with Keira and with Jak, there are gonna be more relationships, more drama and more death, aren't I nice to you guys?

Disclaimer: I only own this plot and my OCs; Jade, Fyre and Spyke. Naughty Dog owns everything else.

3: Keira: Laying the blame.

Shiv was dead.

He'd died from three bullets in the back.

And I was getting blamed.

Errol would've been blamed but he was in a coma from a shot to the head, so I was in the main firing line, oh goodie!

Spyke was the first to have a go at me, he sort of had a good reason, he was Shiv's little brother, and even though he looked pretty different to his older brother, what with his blonde hair, soft green eyes and shorter build, there was one thing the two both had in common, lightning quick tempers, oh and did I mention that Shiv was Spyke's only family? You don't need to be a genius to work out what happened after that.

The only two people who didn't seem to be glaring daggers and calling me every name under the sun were Errol (well how could he? He was in a coma!), and my Father, which was definitely new considering that he was usually the first to give me a lecture on how un-thoughtful my actions were and how he was only telling me these things for my own good.

I wished that the ground would just open up and swallow me whole, but that never happened, I was getting blamed for everything, Shiv being dead, Errol being in a coma, everyone from the other side of the city getting away unharmed, even little things like Shiv getting all of his possessions stolen (like it mattered! The guy was dead! His ghost was hardly gonna come back and say 'sorry, can't make it to the afterlife right now, there's a few precursor orbs and a gun I have to collect first!') and Errol having his clothes ripped to shreds, even though he was in a coma and had been dressed in a hospital gown ages ago!

Life is just unfair.

"What the bloody hell were you playing at? The Tipper was directly in front of you, he threw his gun down and you let him escape! Do you have any idea how bloody dangerous that is Keira?" Rayn wasn't raising her voice, but it was full of contempt, I should've kept my mouth shut about the guy letting me go, then again, it wouldn't've made any difference whatsoever; the city had dozens of surveillance cameras hooked up to the main computer at our HQ, meaning we could see what went on everywhere, well on the street at least, the cameras weren't all too discreet so we couldn't hide a few of them in Southern HQ very easily, but we could set them up around it. "So, why did you let him go Keira? Do you have a soft spot in your heart when it comes to men who are such cowards that they can't bring themselves to do their jobs because they're good little boys?"

"I don't know! I just couldn't shoot him! Is that so hard to understand you stuck up bitch!" And as soon as those words were out of my mouth I knew I was in trouble, nobody insulted Rayn unless they had a death wish, the back of Rayn's hand connected with my cheek, I stumbled to one side and all eyes were instantly on me, but I didn't care, it sure was worth it.

"I never want to here you call me that again or else I will arrange for your tongue to be cut out and salt poured into your mouth, is that understood?" I straightened myself up and looked away from Rayn, then muttered under my breath quietly enough for no one to hear me. "What did you just say?" I didn't answer, Rayn grabbed me by my jaw and yanked my head so that I was facing her, I could already feel blood drip down onto my shirt as Rayn's nails dug deep into my flesh. "Answer me or else you'll regret it!"

"I said I'm sorry!" I snapped, but Rayn knew I was lying, I didn't intend for her to think otherwise, it wasn't an ideal position to be in, but Rayn didn't have the guts to carry out most of her threats, so I didn't care about the fact that I was pissing my boss off big time.

"You arrogant little bitch!" I was slapped again, and again, and again, I tried to cover my face with my arms and close my eyes, but as soon as I brought my arms up I was punched in the stomach, this time not by Rayn, but by Spyke, he'd stepped in and had taken me away from Rayn, but he only punched me the once, then I heard a whack and then a heavy thud, and once I'd opened my eyes I saw Spyke on the floor unconscious, blood dripping from a cut in his head, my father was stood directly in front of him clutching his staff like a sword, I smiled, it was a known fact that anyone who laid more than finger on me (apart from Rayn, she could kill me and my father wouldn't retaliate) would get the whacking of a lifetime, never underestimate old people!

"Torn, get over here and take Spyke to his bed, and when he wakes up tell him to come and see me in my office." Rayn ordered, Torn nodded and picked up Spyke, though he had a small build Spyke was still pretty heavy, but Torn was used to that kind of weight, he trained everyday pushing his limits and usually injuring himself in the process, but he didn't care, he had nothing better to do with his spare time.

Most would've carried Spyke over to his bed but not Torn, he was lazy when it came to that sort of thing, so he just lifted Spyke up and threw him onto his bed, direct hit as per usual.

After that there was hardly a word said, everyone went about their business, I just sat on my bed and thought about the guy who had let me go when I was in his territory. I found myself remembering little details that I didn't even realise I'd noticed whilst I was around him, like the slight smell of mustard on his fingers, the fact that the small elastic band tying his hair back was not blue like the rest of his outfit but white, I even remembered the tiny scratch on the tip of his left ear, weird what you can see and not notice until hours later when you have nothing better to think about.

Just then, Torn sat down next to me and tapped me on the shoulder, I turned and faced him, we usually didn't say a word to each other unless we were on missions together and needed to discuss tactics, but since Torn was in a higher ranking to me, we were very rarely on missions with each other.

"Hey, you alright?" Torn asked, I nodded and then frowned, Torn wasn't really one to ask anything apart from 'how many Tippers did you kill?' and 'how much does that knife cost?' "Y'know, Rayn is going to make your life a living hell." I nodded again, like he really cared about my life and how miserable I was going to be for the next few weeks. "Look, Keira I'm not all that great with words so I'm just going to come straight out and ask you."

I leant forward, I'd never seen such a serious look on his face, but there was something else in his eyes, looked like embarrassment, I frowned again and waited for Torn to ask me what ever he wanted to ask, he'd no doubt lost his gun and wanted me to chip in and lend him a few precursors, I'd seen him ask Jinx a few minutes before, Jinx had nodded but I wasn't going to give in so easily, I couldn't remember the last time Torn had done something for me, so if he thought I was going to spend what little money I had on him he had another thing coming.

"Keira, will you go out with me?"

My world stopped.

Ooo, the plot thickens! Sorry I took so long to update, damn homework, please note I am NOT a big fan of Keira/Torn relationships, but I just found it fitting for this fic, you'll see what I mean eventually. So review, and if you want read it a few more times, or try to forget you ever read this fic, either way, the next chapter will be updated a lot sooner I promise!