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Another hand came out, punching his face. He couldn't fight back, nor did he want to. Just let me die he silently prayed. Just as another blow was about to hit his face, a single gunshot rang out. Joe opened his eyes, confused that he was still alive. Looking before him, he saw his attacker dead, sprawled on the concrete floor.

"Leave. I'll deal with you later" a cold voice commanded. The remanding two men looked like little children, caught playing with one of their mother's things. Scrambling as quickly as possible without disrespecting her, they picked up the dead body, leaving the room. A thud was heard as she slammed the door shut.

"What do you want from me?" Joe croaked out, saying his goodbyes in his head.

Cammie, Zach, Abby…Rachel.

The last thought caused him to close his eyes, the first tears since being in the dark being shed.

Soft footsteps started to approach him, and he noticed how they didn't match the tone of her voice. A gasp was heard, Joe opening his eyes to look at the woman who had stopped his assailant.

"What did they do to you?" she whispered, voice cracking at the sight of his beaten body. Her face was still hidden from him, Joe replying "Who are you?"

Her voice held a familiar resemblance to someone he hated with every part of his being. But the tone was off. Never would that person speak in a tone like the woman was. Stepping into the light, Joe's eyes would've widened if they weren't bruised.

"Catherine" he chocked out, disbelief written across his face.

She closed the remaining distance between them, kneeling before him. Setting the box down, she opened it, Joe preparing for the worst. Instead, Catherine took out a water bottle, holding it to his lips. It could be poisoned he thought, unmoving. Seeing as he didn't accept her offering, she drank from the bottle, leaving it half empty before offering it to him again. His resolve gave in as he accepted it, finishing the bottle.

"Do you want me to fix you up before you eat?" she gently asked, Joe thinking he must have lost his mind.

This can't be happening. Why would Catherine help me?

Not answering, she took the initiative, wiping his wounds with a cotton ball.

"This might hurt" she told him. Joe stared at her the entire time, trying to get her to look at him. Her eyes never met his, hands tender as they healed him. Those are the same hands that killed your friend he reminded himself. Before he knew it all his injuries were gone, save for a headache. Reaching over him, Catherine undid his ties, Joe able to smell her perfume as her neck was only centimeters away from him. Closing the box, she stood up, brushing her pants.

"Can you walk?"

Getting up, Joe tried to take stay standing, but his legs were still weak, causing him to fall. Catherine managed to catch him, wrapping her arms around him as she helped him.

"Why are you doing this?" Joe winced, finally leaning on her when the pain became to much. She didn't answer, opening the door as they walked out. The men stared at them, fear written in their eyes. But Joe could also see the confusion. Guess he wasn't the only one Catherine Goode was surprising. Her voice brought him back from his thoughts.

"If anyone touches him," she started, looking at each and everyone of them.

"I will personally be the one to put a bullet in your head"

A/N: Reviews make my day :) Chapter 1 is currently in progress so it should be up soon.

~Spencer