Quick note before hand! If you start reading this and think "What on earth does this have to do with The Evil Within?!" then give it some time! This first chapter explains how the OC came into the story. Btw, from chapter two onwards the names of the chapters are actually songs that I thought matched best with what is going on in each one.

Enjoy! :D

Chapter One- Here I Lay

"What a downpour! Will this rain ever let up?" Catalina overheard from a group of people huddled together for warmth. As she passed them, she could feel an intense stare bore into her back, making her shudder.

"Hey, did you hear the story about that blonde girl over there?" One of the men whispered, pointing a gloved finger in Catalina's direction.

"Is she the kid Lorna rescued all those years ago? You know, the one who watched her parents get murdered?"

"That's right! Life must really suck for her. I heard her parents were loaded!"

"What a shame she ended up here with hobos like us."

Catalina marched on in an attempt to escape the idle gossip. She didn't want to remember her past, especially not during the day. At night when she's asleep, the memories of past events plague her mind and make her scream and thrash about in bed. Luckily, Lorna sleeps next to her now which calms her nerves and gives her a peaceful nights sleep.

Before so, however, Catalina was haunted by the same reoccurring nightmare. She's back in her nine-year-old body and tucked away under the safety of a car in a derelict street. She can see the feet of her parents. Her father's black shoes stood directly in front of her mother's red court shoes. As the little girl tilted her head further back, lightly brushing her cheek against the cold cobbled road as she did so, she could see two more sets of shoes that were unfamiliar to her. Two pairs of scruffy black boots. She could hear voices, fast and shrill, but she couldn't make out any words. Even so, her heart began to pound wheb she caught the sound of her father's panicked voice cracking.

Suddenly, as quick as lightning a black boot took a step forward. Her father gasped, grunted and fell to the floor with a cold, hard thud.

"Daddy? Daddy, what's wrong?" Catalina questioned her father with tears welling up in her eyes as she stared at his pained face. Her voice was drowned out by a bloodcurdling shriek which immediately came to a stop.

Down dropped her mother's body.

A pool of dark liquid began to spill from her parent's still figures that delicately oozed through the gaps between the cobbled stones towards Catalina's head. The liquid tickled her nose and chin and the smell of old pennies brought reality crashing through to her.

"Blood…blood…BLOOD!"

Her dream would usually end there and she'd awaken to see Lorna's smiling face. Lorna had been the one who found Catalina under the car that day. After the murderers ran away, Catalina had cried until her throat went numb; the loud sobbing had been what had alerted Lorna. The memory of her comforting embrace that day felt like a dazzling ray of sunshine warming her body, as if her parents were the ones hugging her, showing how much they loved her, before going up to heaven.

After the corpses of Catalina's parents had been discovered a search party was hastily gathered together to find the missing daughter. The search didn't last long at all. The daughter was not found and the culprits were not looked for either. No one cares about missing orphan children. No one cared to find out who the murderers were or why they did what they did.

Lorna couldn't just leave the poor girl alone after that, she had to take her under her wing. She was such a pretty little girl with her long, wavey cascade of golden hair, her piercing ice blue eyes framed elegantly with long sweeping lashes and her soft porcelain skin. Lorna had always said how Catalina was her angel, sent from God to make her life more bearable.

Happily living with Lorna was enough for Catalina although Lorna had nothing to really offer her. As it turned out, she was homeless and survived on what little she could find. She lived in a homeless community under a bridge that provided perfect coverage for rainy days like today. The community had instantly accepted Catalina as one of their own and now, nine years later, she finally feels like she has a place in the world again; a beautiful family to call her own and live out the rest of her days with.

Catalina spotted Lorna alone on the other side of the bridge. She was crouched over a crackling fire fluttering out from an old olive green barbeque. Her mousy brown hair was pushed back into a messy ponytail as it was every day and she wore her best looking grey jacket with holey, faded black jeans. The past few years Lorna had been looking exeptionally old. Visible wrinkles now shifted across her face with every expression she made which was a complete contrast to Catalina, who was only becoming more attractive the older she became. As Catalina neared her, she could smell the sweet scent of backed beans; her favourite!

"Ah! There's my beautiful angel!" Lorna smiled and stretched her hand out towards Catalina who took the hand and pressed it lovingly against her cheek. Her hand was nice and warm, and she could sit there all day long holding onto Lorna. She was like a second mother to her and Catalina couldn't possibly think of a life without her now.

"I cooked some beans for you Cat." Lorna said, prying her hand free from the tight grip it was in and, with the other hand, scooped up the can of beans from the flames with a tattered oven glove.

"What's the occasion?" Cat asked. Usually anything that wasn't found in a dumpster was saved for something special. Last year for her birthday she got a whole tin of ravioli to herself and it was just glorious.

Lorna began to tense and shifted her eyes away from Catalina, towards the beat up road leading to the clearing under the bridge. "No reason" She replied before shoving the glove and bean can toward Catalina's chest, "Eat up before it gets cold or other people see you."

Cat paused and fixed her icy blue stare upon her friend. Was there something she wasn't telling her?

She shrugged the thoughts away and lifted the bean can towards her agape mouth before pouring some of the contents inside. The heat from the food seemed to almost circulate around her body and quelled her hunger.

Instantly after the first delicious mouthful her vision began to blur and she stumbled forward, clinging to Lorna's muddy grey jacket in a desperate attempt to stay on her feet. It was a futile attempt. She dropped to her knees second later after her fingers lost feeling and involuntarily leaned forward until her face made contact with the floor. Again! She was lying on the ground again, helpless and afraid.

"Wh-what's ha…ppening?" Cat stammered with numb lips, trying to make out Lorna's face among the blurred colours. She wanted to find comfort in her smiling face once more like she always did when she was scared. But this time, she couldn't see it, she couldn't see anything.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Lorna's voice repeated over and over, "They said they'd pay me and I need the money! I can't go on living like this if I can help it Cat!"

Catalina's vision went pitch black and her limbs wouldn't move an inch. Obviously Lorna slipped some sort of paralysing drug into the beans.

How on earth did she get something like that? Did she find it?

As Cat lay on the cool concrete, a warm breeze would occasionally blow her way from the flames of the barbeque. She could just about make out the low sniffling sounds coming from Lorna as she wept besides Cat's body.

Was she being betrayed? No, surely Lorna of all people wouldn't do something so evil. That's right, it's just a joke. Just one huge joke.

All of a sudden, the sound of a car come racing closer and closer until it came to a stop extremely close by. A car door opened and slammed shut again, footsteps drew near and Cat's heart began to hammer in her chest.

What on earth was going on?

"Here is your money as promised." It was an accented voice, unfamiliar to Catalina.

"What are you going to do with her?" Lorna questioned, her speech was rasping and breathless.

"She will be tested." The man replied, "A number of our patients have…gone missing, and we need more subjects to finish out research."

"Don't let any harm come to her!" Lorna growled as threateningly as she could muster up.

"I don't think you're in any sort of position to make demands, do you? You wanted to sell the girl to me in the first place. I bought her for a friend and she is now his to do with as he pleases." The man chuckled coldly as he looked down at Catalina's lifeless body, almost with an expression of sympathy in his eyes. "If you need more money and you have another body to sell, go to Beacon Mental Hospital."

"Who should I ask for?"

"Why, me of course! Dr Jimenez."

Thank you so much for reading! If you have any feedback or constructive critisism then please don't hesitate to review or PM me. I really want to know how you think I could improve the current chapter or maybe your ideas on what is going to happen next? :3