The alarm went off although I had been awake for hours staring up at the celling thinking. I often used early mornings and late evenings to think about everything. Yet everything seemed like nothing anymore. I would take server things into account and try to sort things out.
I am Torn Cyrus Praxis Jr.
I am an elitist at everything I do.
I am second in commander of a ruthless gang
then I would list all the things I want to be
I want to return to my time zone
I want to return to being torn jr and continue my life
I want to not be affiliated with drugs or violence.
I want to start playing my guitar again
I want my mother to be safe
Then my brain would wonder to things that I have to do
I have to be strong
I have to help jak kill viper
I have to be Cyrus
I have to lie, steal, and cheat just so the people I love can have a tomorrow.
I have to keep living in this strange world all alone.
Finally I realize my point of fact: I am alone. There is no going back. I got out of the bed, unable to stay still any longer and walked up to the pull-up bar I had installed just for this routine of thinking and staring. I started to do pull up after pull up. My muscles ached. After 120, but I keep going. Then I would rest and think and stare more thus leading to sit-ups. Again I did it till I felt like puking. "Dad could do it." I said out loud after every intense workout and I'd push on. My quarters were nothing more than a one bedroom hut. Smack in the middle of the part of the city were crime was the largest. How many times I had I watched the faces of drug dealers pass by my window begging for vouchers to subdue their need of their eco laced Heroin and Cocaine? Countless gun shots, and cries. I could move now that I'm older and more prepared. After all, I'm not that scared little runt I was when I first crash landed here.

I'm no longer poor and confused, yet I couldn't think of a place where I rather be that here jammed packed in the Ghettos of Destiny Island.

Seeing the awful lives, experiencing the hopelessness first hand; it gave me reason to fight for a better world. I suddenly heard a tapping at my window pane.

"Ugh." I grumbled looking over my bed and to the window. "Again?" I picked up the knife my father gave to me and slowly approached the window. These thieves were bold to steal from me! Everyone knew my dirt around these parts, so I had to be prepared for some sort of large evil weapon. Suddenly the lock was picked and the window opened.

"C'mon." I whispered readying my knife as I watched a shadow poke his head into my window. I waited till his entire head was in my room and I flung my knife at his neck. "Holy Flut Fluts Jak! Run! This is the house of Sweeny Toad!" He exclaimed falling back. Thinking quickly I pulled the body back into my room. It was too dark in my room. All I could feel was something fuzzy. I threw him on the floor with a thump while keeping my hand around his throat then I heard the sound of a gun being cocked and steal pressed against the back of my skull.

A kill shot.

"Let. Go. Of. Him." snarled a deadly voice.

I relaxed slightly. "Jak."

The gun lowered. "Cyrus." He said in a huff. I let go of what I presumed Daxter. Daxter took a deep breath. "Whoa…Kid. You shaved off my whiskers with that razorblade of yours."

I walked away from them and cut on the lights. Sure enough the blonde was standing over the osstel. He was dressed like he had just gotten back from swimming, no shirt and a pair of black swim shorts. He was helping up his friend with an annoyed look on his face. Daxter gladly took his friend's hand and hoped up on his feet and proceeded to rung out his tail.

"So you want to tell me what the hell are you two doing breaking into my house?" I crossed my arms. Jak looked at Daxter who shrugged. "Do you want the summary?"

"Yes."

"Well we're being chased." Jak said matter of factly. Daxter started. "By a group of Angry Metal heads!"

"It's eight of them and Jak here didn't stand a chance. They're 17 feet tall and weight as much a two Krews! But I say "Bring it on!" Daxter flexed his muscles.

"Don't be stupid." I asked Daxter shaking my head.

"We pissed off a group of cops." Jak said.

"How?"

"You don't want to know Cyrus." Jak glared the osstel. "One minute I'm relaxing in the pool at the hotel and the next second Daxter has caused more fucking trouble…"

Daxter grinned sheepishly.

I rolled my eyes.

"So we ran here. I really don't want to kill unesscarily." Jak finished. "We figured this house was abandoned since it was so dark."

"It's not." I answered coldly. "and this isn't the best neighborhood."

Daxter laughed. "Compared to Hevan, This is place is paradise. We gotta take the girls out here to Vay-Kay sometimes, eh Jak."

Jak was took busy staring at the dagger in my wall. "That looks familiar." He noted. I walked over to it and pulled it out. I tossed it and caught it on the handle as it fell down. "It belonged to my dad." I admitted.

"Which reminds me, Cyrus. How is tattooed wonder is your time zone?" Daxter made himself alittle to comfortable on my bed.

"None of your business." I answered. Jak shrugged. "That's fine I guess. He peeked out the window. "The heat is still on our tails more than likely. Mind if we…"

I groaned. I wasn't one for being kind, but I didn't need him behind bars. "Follow me."

I took them to my study. It was a tiny room with books all over the floor. Pushed against the wall was a couch. "Sit." I said. Daxter was the first to take invite. "Thanks a bunch Kiddo. I'll remember to take you to an amusement park."

"Daxter I'm twenty-one…" I said again.

Either he didn't care or didn't listen.

"He curled up and yawned. "Nice place you got here kid." Soon he was asleep, which shocked me. He fell asleep so effortlessly.

"He's used to it." Jak said. He was leaning against the wall. His gun was at his heels. "He had it rough all his life, so he dreams to deal with it. Believe it or not, but he is pretty broken up about what just happened. He thinks he ruined my day, it's all over his face." He chuckled

I looked at him. "You'd think a prosecusor would live the good life."

"You know?" He seemed shocked.

I nodded. "Everybody in my future knows."

"Oh." Jak sank into a deep quiet that I wasn't exactly sure what it meant. I stood there awkwardly for a while before starting to move.

But something stuck with me suddenly 'It's all over his face'

"How'd you'd know what he was thinking?" I asked. Jak closed his eyes. "Well he's my best friend." He said as if it was enough explaintion.

"I don't understand."

"It's simple, really. There are very few people in my life who don't fuck up my happiness. He's one of that few."

"What could one osstel do to brighten up a renegade?" I asked tilting my head. Jak's cheek twitched.

"Curious?"

I blushed and turned around ready to excuse myself. Jak cleared his throat. "Daxter used to be a boy."

"Huh?"

"Human, you know. Bright orange hair, buck teeth, lankey." He sighed. "Did you learn this in school?"

"No. We were taught about the heroics of the greatest perscusor orange lighting."

Jak blinked. "Dear God you're serious." Jak laughed harder than I ever seen. He was nearly buckled over. Holding his stomach with one arm and pushing his long hair out of his face with the other. When he stopped laughing he shook his head.

"Daxter?" he pointed to the sleeping osstel. "This one? This goofball, accident waiting to happen? This is greatest precursor of them all?"

I nodded.

Jak shook his head. "There are patches of history unspoken." He laughed again, but smiled at his friend. "But he is a hero. Through the worst, he stuck by me. He saved my life back when I still a test subject."

"Test subject?" I was most confused. Jak blew his hair out of his face and turned towards me, gesturing to his chest. I could seen many scars, but one in particular that stood out. It was a perfect line unlike the rest and it looked like it wasn't even close to being healed up.

"It still hurts." He admitted looking away.

"What happened?" I breathed out.

"Not before I get answers of my own."

"Deal." I said apprehensively.

"When can we meet Viper?"

I hesitated. "If we plan it right, Tomorrow night."

"So soon? No more missions?" he seemed like he was waiting for a punch line. I shrugged.

"Every three months he meets at an island just out of Destiny's coast. If we strike fast then he won't ever know… I'm sure you've gained his trust enough to get close."

He nodded. Then grinned. "Cyrus?"

"Yes?"

"How in the hell, did you find a time rift?"

I sighed. "I ask myself the same thing. I don't remember. One minute dad and I are exploring the New Catacombs when suddenly I see this bright shinny light. It sucked me up and I'm here. In my time, we are having a bit of a crisis…" shook my head. "All that is irreverent" I said "I asked you something first."

Jak grimaced. "It starts WAAAAYYY before you were born."

"I'm not afraid to know the truth. Dad always said "Stay strong for everything I believe in that's weak." I believe in knowing the truth. I'm going to better the world just like mom is trying to do. Like Mar did." I grinned; feeling relaxed for the first time in a while. Is this what trust feels like?

Jak nodded and grinned. His eyes closed again. "Back around 500 years ago I was living in a place called Sand over village and…"

The story of Mar washed over my ears and I was enthralled by his adventures, of his struggle, of the dedication he has to his friends. I couldn't help, but smile because I was in the presence of someone great. Of the person I could finally trust in this time zone.

It's about damn time.

Jak POV

I laid down on the floor, letting Daxter keep Cyrus' coach. I spend most of the night reliving my life with Cyrus. The way he looked at me made me remember something. A small fuzzy memory that felt so vivid despite it being so washed up. The Forrest was alive with screams and grunts and I was watching my Damas wrestle a metal head. It was tried to attack me and Damas jumped in. He wasn't armed. As a small child I watched as my father fought off a metal head with his bare hands just to protect me. He yanked at the metal gem and handed it to me.

"wow." I said. At the time I was capable of speech. "Daddy is Amazing!" I held the gem in my hands as Damas put his hand on my head. He was grinning. "Oh no Mar. You're amazing. You didn't even cry. That's my brave boy. Hell, I'm sure you could take metalhead on your own one day."

"You think?"I said as he picked me up and put me on his shoulders.

"I know, my son. After all. We are the greatest heroes in the world!" he shouted. I laughed. My child's like giggle bouncing off the walls. "Yay!"

That whole time I all I desired most in my life was to be like him. The way Cyrus looked at me, was a mirrored image of how I looked Damas.

I whipped out the journal and with a heavy sigh found the power to open the cover. I knew I had to prepare to fight Viper tomorrow, but at this second I was doing something I craved.

Having Father son time.

A/N WOOT! That took long! I hope that isn't choppy cause it was kinda hard to write, anyways Next chapter as soon as i get time.

Things to look forward to:

Viper's true identity will shock you (hopefully)

The crisis Cyrus was talking about is a time/eco hazard his time is going through. I thought about making a fic about Cyrus's time and how he deals with that, and how the group is doing in that era (the way I see it about a decade into the future) but later days for that!

And the end of this story which I'm guessing will be in about 3 chaps? Maybe. Review my loves!