A/N: Hey I'm getting back in the swing of things now, slightly shorter chapters for the mean time, but its only temporary. Please give me feedback on my chapters as I love reading them and maybe improving my story. THANKS!

It took a real effort to leave Lyra, but I was powerless to help at this point. I began to stagger down the corridor, clutching my stomach, when I heard faint, gruff voices behind me,

"Where's her accomplice?", a voice said.

"The whelp? I kicked his ass down there", another voice explained.

"Well, bring him back!"

That was all the convincing I needed to abandon my pain and run as fast as I could into the crowded plaza by the dock. I weaved through the dense crowd, glancing around for a way to go, but whether it Elcor or Volus, someone was in my way. I didn't know Omega too well, since I used to spend most of my time cooped up in the apartment, which was almost certainly being watched. I had to find somewhere new, but I knew nowhere, no-one. I glanced over my shoulder and two Blue Sun's had emerged from the dock, scanning the crowd frantically. I bolted in a random direction away from the danger, down a ramp into a sub-market. As I sprinted through the market, ducking and diving past obstacles, I took another glance over my shoulder- THUMP!

I was knocked to the side of the walkway and on top of a vorcha. The vorcha instantly leapt to its feet and was snarling at me.

"You stupid human!", the vorcha hissed, before grabbing me around the neck.

"I kill you!", It pulled a long knife from out of its boot and positioned it by my neck.

In my terror, I still noticed movement to my left. It was another person dusting them self off, before looking up at me, fixed in the vorcha's grasp. The person, a short, slight woman with a shaved head and a million tattoos, pulled a shotgun from her waist and instantly obliterated the vorcha's head. It's grip loosened and it toppled to the floor, dousing me in blood in the process. This was clearly a regular occurrence, because people barely turned to look. I turned to my saviour, and began to express my gratitude,

"Thank you so-", I was cut off by her gripping my collar and turning the shotgun on me.

"You're next, fucker", she said as calmly as if she were saying 'hello'.

"P-please, I'm sorry, I didn't-", I stuttered, shaking with fear.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't perform another head removal", she stared at me as she spoke, challenging me.

"B-because, I-I-..."

"What's that, dead meat?", her face was incredibly close to mine now. I could feel her hot breath boiling my skin as she spoke. I could see her smirking as she stared at me.

"Because, I've just lost the only two people I have left. But its not too late to get one of them back, and no one is gonna stand in my way", I said quickly, suddenly gaining a few ounces of courage.

Her smirk died away and her grip loosened. She looked away for a while, remembering. Then she looked back, staring wildly into my face before saying,

"God damn it, kid!"

She let go of me and angrily snapped her gun back to her waist. She kicked a nearby barrel and began to walk away, with her hands clasped to her head. I sat there watching her, rubbing my neck. She got half way down the corridor before shouting back,

"Hurry the fuck up!"