Chapter three. I have up to chapter twenty four planned out. And did you know that in the game Torn is supposed to be 30? But of course he isn't in my story he's only um... oh yeah I remember twenty five. Don't forget Wednesdays! Title is Rave Music By Nightcore.

Chapter Three: Where Are You Now

Cold. It was cold. She knew that. She knew many thing but there was even more she didn't know. Like where was he, 'Torn' as the man that had pulled and prodded at her called him, he had given her to the mean man then left last night. She was then hurt. Very hurt. The man had poker her over and over, putting liquid stuff in her. Then he did as Torn had done earlier and gotten her wet. She decided that she preferred Torn to do it and she would no longer bite him. That is why she was put here, wasn't it? She had bit him so he had given her to someone else to clean. Though she didn't know why this new man was so evil. And if he is so evil why did Torn leave her here. "Torn!" She called out to him. No reply was given to her. Was she doomed to be tortured again later?

"Who is this Torn Toots?" A male Ottsel said. That was another thing she knew. She was a Muse with no name and this new man was an Ottsel. Though she didn't know how she knew that. The last thing she could remember before Torn was pain and what felt like flying in that rough dark place. "Do you have a Name?"

"Muse?" She asked more than she informed. He moved closer to his cage door and she could see him now. His dark coat of fur helped to blend into the shadows and he had on a hat. His eyes were so dark they seemed to be black.

"Ah, I see. A stray." He seemed to nod to himself. "Listen you're a Muse, not named that. How about I help you." When she didn't reply he sighed loudly and turned away from her. He was in a cage across from hers. She looked closely and saw that there was a paper with human writing on it. The odd thing was she could understand it. Muses don't normally read, she knew that too.

"Bill." She said aloud and the Ottsel turned to look at her. He seemed confused for a while before he realized that she could read. "I want Torn." She watched as his face turned from confused into sly. Backing away from the door she curled into a ball in the back corner.

"Your wish is my command Love." Bill's voice said from too close to be in his cage. Lifting her head she saw him right in front of her cage door. The open cage door. "Come, we must leave before the vet returns." Without question she followed him. Only when she was out of the cage and on the windowsill did she think twice about this. What if Torn was going to come back for her. Bill must have realized her thoughts. "He's not coming back for you." She looked to Bill, await an explanation. "Look at your door. You are up for adoption, you don't have a Torn returning for you. But we can show him that you love him and find him." She nodded and followed him outside.

The outside was a whole new world to her. There were people all over the place. They were so big. Many were in large blue armor and they looked bigger than Torn. A lot of then were also smaller looking. But none of them looked like Torn. They didn't have the paint on their face like him. She couldn't see if the rest of their body was painted. And they didn't have fur like him. Their fur was all different and colorful. Torn's fur was a brownish and clumped together. Like Muse who was the strongest of a pack in the older days. Bill put a hand on her back and she looked towards him. "Where's Torn?"

"We won't find him here. Let's move to the less crowded parts and start our search there." There was something off with his logic but she just pushed it aside. She followed him like he had said to and they were indeed headed to less crowded places. And it also seemed to become much dirtier here too. She carefully stepped around a shattered bottle and realized how dark it was becoming. And how close that large wall was getting. "Hurry now. We mustn't get stuck in the dark." For a moment she hesitated. She was so close to following him.

But then she heard a voice in her head. No not a voice but a memory. A boy, no man, was talking. No he was warning her. About what? Her eyes landed on the wall and the voice became as clear as day. 'You must never go near the wall, you hear me? It's dangerous. There are a lot of bad people that hang around there and the monsters may get in. Stay away -' The name the man said was unclear but his warning was anything but. She turned and ran from there. The dangers were untold. She wanted Torn and she knew that this wasn't where he was. She could hear an angered growl from behind her and she sped up. Ottsels may be fast, but Muses were faster. And she was young, strong. Suddenly she also wasn't so sure about Bill.

He had seemed nice enough back at the Vets, as he called the place they had been, but now that they were out in the open... She took a turn fast. Bill sped past her but still managed to make the turn. She didn't dare look behind her and it was then that a scent caught her attention. It was Ton like. Not Torn but like him. She took the risk and ran towards it. If it wasn't him or if whoever it was didn't care she was done for.

The person came into view and she could hear Bill slowing down. Whoever this was it was a safe person, at least from Bill. The person was a male, she could smell that about him, and he had an Ottsel. She didn't trust the Ottsel but she trusted the man. She waved around his feet hoping to have him pick her up and save her. "Jak, look! A Rat. Step on it, hurry." She stopped and looked up at the blue eyed man. In an instant he was reaching down to her. She jumped into his hand and raced up his arm onto his shoulder and nuzzled his cheek. "Ew, Jak!" the Ottsel whined.

"Daxter leave it be. We'll take it to the vets after visiting Kiera."

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