I don't own anything. I really, really don't. Except my OC's. And so, so sorry for not updating it until now. Cross Country practice ended today and tomorrow we have our last meet. Then I'll be FREE! And yes, I will update like a mad being. Thank you everyone for their adds, and comments! I love you all! And please R&R! Or I'll send Nikki to kill you slowly…..and painfully….with a rusted spoon and a rope. *Eyes sparkle evilly* Oh yes, oh yes….

I woke up looking at the sky. Oh, trust me; it wasn't like I was in Ireland with the wind playing with my illustrious hair. No, the smell of the city woke me up. It smelled like the city…if you don't live in one, you couldn't know what I am talking about. The combined smell of gasoline and sewage, along with the almost tangible scent of desperation was hanging like a wraith in the air, and it made me want to gag, and vomit.

But oh, where was I now? Was this the Haven city, where that idiotic Precursor banished me? I struggled into a sitting position, and looked around me. Yep, those strange characters, the ones that reminded me of kanji were everywhere, illuminated with the noble gases like Christmas lights. I felt woozy all of a sudden, like I had just gotten off a roller-coaster. Hell, maybe I just fucking did. La-di-da. I looked at the gray sky, squinting my eyes as a raindrop fell down to splash my nose, and I automatically stuck my tongue out to catch the next raindrop, but let my face twist up as it tasted horrible, not unalike to sour milk. How could water taste that bad? I suspected the environment.

"There she is, get her!" I heard the voice a little while off, and turned my head quizzically. Erol! Oh, fucker! I jumped as he pointed his gun in my direction, but not at me. I took that to my advantage, and ducked, hiding amongst the group of elven civilians, hoping he didn't-

Wait a bloody second. If I was supposed to protect him, did that mean I was to get caught? By Erol? Had the Precursors never heard of hmm….molestation? Murder? Better yet, suicide? By me? Oh, surely they were smarter than that, yes? No, of course not. I thought in my mind that they thrived on pain, and it seemed I was right. I ran out of the area, but why, oh why did they feel like it was proper to give me an unmanageable body! I ran, and I felt my body adapt to it like I had always ran on cobblestone and sand streets, dodging fat elves and Krimson Guards, homeless children and women galore. My breath ran easily, but my ankle must have hyper-extended, because it suddenly throbbed, a dull ache that was continually growing sharper. I heaved, sliding into a small alley, slinking down onto the balls of my heels, my eyes wide with fear and my chest moving rhythmically with the short burst of adrenaline. I saw red out of the corner of my eyes, and I whimpered, grinding my body into the stone wall.

No, I should have seen the next few moments coming. Really, I should have. I sighed as soon as what looked like the last KG round the next corner. I held still for a few more precious seconds, and tilted my head. A hand slammed out, gripping me by the neck. I grunted before hitting the wall, clawing at the hands, and opened my eyes. Erol, god fucking dammit. Well, well, Anastasia, aren't we smart today. I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes. Erol must have seen it, because he started to rage at me.

"What! Did you expect me? Did you plan to get caught? Well?" He clamed down for a minute, looking me over, like he hadn't pain attention to me, really. He smiled sickeningly, and let his hand trail down my cheek, and I didn't fight it, only stared at him. He lost his grin, surprised, and a sudden heat in his eyes filled, white-hot lust, and possession grew in his eyes. He slunk down, carrying me to the ground, trying to rip my shirt off. I let out an involuntary yelp, and that stopped him for a second. By now, I was even more surprised than he was. Wasn't he supposed to be the evil, sly, cunning, no moral value onesoever Erol? He peered at me silently, holding me down still, and leaned closer to me. I had by that time grown silent again, looking at him with confusion in my eyes. Closer and closer he brought his face down to mine. He couldn't have been more than thirty. The game made him seem like an ugly monster. His hair was not really that red, and flared. Yes, it was curly, but it reached his shoulders and had hints of light yellow, and gold in it. His eyes were not ghastly or haunting, not cynical at all, and they were green like the first fuzzy grass of spring. Oh, how they had gotten his description wrong! His skin was not even pasty, but translucent like a sheet of fogged glass. My eyebrows twisted, and I was so, so terribly confused. If they had gotten one of the main characters wrong, who was I to think that all the others would be the same? Torn could be nice, and Jak could be a pervert, Daxter could be silent and Ashlin could have a sense of humor. Hey, maybe Keira wouldn't be such a bitch! Wait, wait…'t get my hopes up.

I snapped out of my thinking process, brought back to the possible rape moment. Erol hovered me, and pulled me up. I breathed a sigh of relief-

Only to be shoved into the wall again. My back was starting to ache, throbbing in time with my heartbeat, and my ankle re-doubled its efforts to explode.

"I was asking you a question. Who are you?" He started at me, and I lifted an eyebrow. He flicked his eyes to the side, to his earpiece. I understood. So, he was being watched over.

"Ana…stasia." I had no desire to say my last name. I had no want to be known amongst this world. I decided right there I would have no name, only my fist name. It sounded unique enough to be recognized, and I could always change that, too.

"Where are you from?"

"I…don't know. I have amnesia, I woke up in the city, and here I am."

"Liar." Erol barked, but had a twinkle in his eye as he kicked the trash cans, rattling them with an annoying sound. Why was he faking for me? Wouldn't he get in trouble? He doesn't even know me!" I yelled in my mind as he offered me a hand. I took it gingerly, and he supported my weight, and looked at me worriedly as he heard a whine escape my mouth. I picked up my foot, looking at the ankle. Blood was smeared over it, looking pink in the city lights. Nausea cramped in my stomach. EW. He shook me, and squeezed the injured ankle, and yelp emitting from my mouth, as I fell over as I smacked his hand away, hobbling over to lean against the side wall. Fucking whatever. I'd support myself, thank you very much. I limped into the street, pissed beyond recognition. I never even let my boyfriends treat me like that, that little display was unforgiveable. It was probably broken now, and it felt like it. I touched my ribs, and moaned, staggering. One, two, maybe four broken. What had I done for that? The fall? Hopefully not. I leaned against the building, steadying myself as I hissed out in pain, repeatedly. Strong arms wrapped around me, hugging me.

"You look a little beat there, missy." I rolled my eyes. "Come on, Erol."

They gripped me tighter, and I felt his voice in my ear, then a rough tongue lick the shell of it, sending n unwanted shiver in my spine, and he laughed. I made a move to get away. His arms dug in deeper, pain skittering across my body, and I jumped, and he laughed again. That laugh was getting annoying, metal on concrete. Nails on chalkboard.

"You look so…ripe. Like an entire satchel of eco dropped on my doorstep. You know, the Baron told me I could do whatever I wanted with you…heh…heh."

Oh, shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! My mind screamed at me, and I paled. No, the color in my cheeks all but disappeared, goose bumps decorating my skin as I realized what he meant. Irrational, I sent a prayer to the Precursor who brought me down here. I better pass out-

Blackness.