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Ratchet screamed into the eternal abyss. Pain and agony completely consumed him as he looked behind himself in horror. There was the smuggler violating just as before, but it was burning, agonizing. The lombax felt as if his very soul was being torn away from him. The smuggler's sadistic laugh raped his mind and Ratchet closed his eyes and screamed again from the never ending pain. When he opened them he was met with potential salvation. There was Clank suspended in mid-air before him.

"Clank, help...please." He cried reaching out to the robot. Clank stood still not even flinching at his lifelong friend. His eyes didn't focus on anything, his green orbs glassy and far away.

"Clank, Please!" Ratchet cried desperately. The robot continued to float. Suddenly cracks began to appear in the robot's form spreading all throughout him, making sickening snapping noises. The robot held his shape, and his eyes remained as he broke into millions of pieces. Ratchet couldn't believe his eyes he cried out again to his friend trying with all his might to get away from the violation and to his friend.

Clank stopped breaking and the eternity went completely quiet. The robot blinked and finally looked at Ratchet before exploding into dust, a thunderous sound coming from where the robot once stood. The smugglers laugh returned twice as harsh ripping into the hero, Ratchet's, very being. Ratchet screamed at the top of his lungs crying for his friend, for his own sanity. The abyss engulfed him wrapping around the lombax and strangled him. With Ratchet's last breathe he called out his best friends name.

Ratchet awoke panting and sat upright, clenching his chest; a dream, just another dream. The lombax tried to catch his breath as he checked his surroundings. The sun was just beginning to rise out the open window. He looked around at the plain white walls, he was in a hospital. The smuggler had kidnapped him just a few weeks ago and he was now at an infirmary in metropolis physically and mentally healing. Ratchet rubbed his hands together feeling the electronic hospital band as it blinked his information, and the I.V. tube that dripped a clear fluid into his veins. Just as Ratchet was debating on whether to go back to sleep or not the door knob turned and someone peeked their head in.

I'm back! and I'm writing a sequel to my first story Compensation. I had so much fun with it got so many great reviews I decided to write this one. I hope you'll enjoy it. I might not update daily like last time, but I'll try to keep on top of it. Leave a review of what you think.