Welcome to chapter three of The Night of Pursuit. Thank you everyone for your reviews and follows and favourites, I really appreciate them!

Also, on a side-note, regarding The Devil's Choice, I am still writing the next chapter because I got a bit distracted with this story! Sorry! But... do not worry, I will get another chapter up by Friday! :)

Anyway, you know how I said the last chapter was intense? Well, this one might be even more intense. (Mwhahahaha! *lightning flashes*)

Three, two, one... Let's go!

THREE

CatCo Worldwide Media (54th Floor)

"Tomb."

That word seemed to echo in the uncanny silence.

No one moved. They were all too terrified.

Kara, however, looked around, trying to prevent her fret from consuming her. However, in this darkness she could see nothing. This person was evidently prepared and had brought lead for a Kryptonian interruption because even with her X-Ray vision she was as blind as a bat.

"Shoot." She muttered under her breath.

Suddenly the lights turned back on – but they were not bright anymore, they had an orange glow to them.

Kara could now see (to some extent).

She saw the fear-stricken faces of Cat Grant and Lena Luthor and the wary face of James Olson. She locked eyes with James, and he nodded in return. They would have to figure this out without revealing their secret identities to the clueless CEOs.

Kara slowly got up, and she opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a scream from Cat Grant.

She pointed a shaky finger to the elevator. Kara's eyes widened in pure fear as she saw a silhouette of a man holding what appeared to be a dagger.

"Run!" she cried out.

And run they did.

Kara ran forward, leading the way. James briskly grabbed the bottle of champagne lying on Cat's table, and engaged in battle. Lena was reluctant to let him go, but she had no choice. Lena promptly followed Kara.

James yelled as he ran toward the intruder. The man ducked as James swung the bottle. The latter stumbled forward, and the man took advantage of that and whipped his leg around and slammed James into the elevator with a solid kick to the face. The bottle fell out of his hand, and it shattered into many fragments on the floor. Great, he thought, the battlefield just got more dangerous. James grimaced.

The lights went out again. James's eyes darted frantically around, but he strangely saw no one. The attacker had seemingly merged with the night. However, he felt someone roughly seize his shoulder, and using this opportunity, James grabbed the head of the man and pushed it hard against the wall. The man crumpled against the wall, but he was on his feet with in an instant.

The man smiled maliciously before brandishing the silver knife. James gulped. He pushed his fear down, and swung his fist, hoping to catch the man in the jaw.

Instead, the attacker knelt down and straightened his arm, swinging it and knocking James off his feet.

The photographer's head hit the floor with a resounding thump.

He remained still as he plunged into the depths of unconsciousness.

Content, the attacker dragged James by the leg toward the stairwell. An immoral grin was plastered across his face, blood trickling down his chin. They both vanished into the inky-black of the night.

53rd Floor

The sound of their feet slapping against the stairs was the only sound audible.

Lena could see the outline of Kara, who was confidently leading them to safety. However, worry began to bubble inside of her when she realised that James was not with them, and that he had taken an awfully long time subduing the intruder.

"James?" she whispered anxiously.

Kara sensed her friend's perturbation. She tried to re-assure her: "He'll be fine. He's James."

"Are we safe in here?" Cat said in a hushed voice as they crept along the corridor.

Kara hid her expression. She didn't particularly want to answer the question – after all, she was incompetent when it came to lying. Instead, she replied truthfully, "I don't know. I really don't know."

Suddenly the lights went out. Lena had to clap a hand over her mouth to prevent her from yelping in surprise. In the distance, they heard a clamorous grunt.

Lena's heart broke when she realised that was none other than James. Kara grabbed her arm, and beckoned for them to continue down the corridor.

As they walked, the lights began to flicker on and off. Uneasy, Cat gazed outside; the stars were nonchalantly glimmering in the sea of black above; the moon glistening pale silver; the light streaming through the huge windows of the 53rd floor.

"We should tell someone." Cat said, with slight hesitation. "We need people to know that we are trapped with a maniac. Get the NCPD."

Kara nodded. "There is a phone here. Somewhere." She walked forward with unerring grace, not making a single sound. She used her X-Ray vision – thankfully this worked as there was no lead here – and found a desk. The Kryptonian hastily probed the desk for the phone, and she found one a few seconds later. Sighing with relief, she rapidly dialled Alex's number. It buzzed for what seemed like an age.

Finally, she answered. "Danvers."

"Alex!" Kara said in a hushed voice. "We're trapped in CatCo, we need..."

A creak sounded. Kara's voice trailed away and she stood completely still. "Hello? Kara?" Alex's voice was filled with uncertainty. Kara was forced to hang up, not wanting to give up their location to the attacker. She moved her hand behind her to gesture for Lena and Cat to run.

"No, Kiera." She heard Cat say softly. Lena was silent.

Kara's eyes were glued to the phone. She did not dare to look up. Frantically, waving her hand behind her back, she desperately wanted Cat and Lena to get to safety. Using her hand she pointed downward. They would have to get downstairs and out of CatCo if they stood a chance. She continued to signal to them, still not raising her head.

3...2...1 she counted in her head. Now.

With impeccable speed, Kara grabbed the phone and smashed into the face of what she hoped was the attacker. After hearing a raspy yelp, she whipped her head round and locked eyes with the other two women.

"Go!" she screamed to Lena and Cat. They unwillingly left, disappearing down the stairs, the pitter-patter of their feet fading away.

Kara sighed. Now she would be able to deal with the attacker without worrying about her identity.

With the lights eerily flickering on and off, she threw her fist at the attacker, who fell backward helplessly. The man scrambled back. Kara heard the familiar scrape of metal and she became more wary when she realised that he had a gun. He pointed it at her, but she batted it away. He tried to kick her face but she somersaulted over him. Consequently, her glasses fell off her face. The figure picked up the gun and fired shots at her. Kara used her wrists to block them, and they ricocheted off her. Grinning, she stepped forward, but found out that he had vanished. Alert, Kara looked around for her attacker. She found him leaning against the window.

Using her super-speed, she grabbed his wrists and flung him over her shoulder. Swiftly turning around, Kara delivered a powerful uppercut to the man's face, sending him flying into the wall. Clenching her fists, she grabbed the man's shirt, prepared to deliver the final blow that would knock her opponent out.

However, the shirt she scrunched up felt oddly familiar.

The lights flickered on again.

Kara gasped when she set her eyes on the figure. Immediately letting go, she held the man's face, recognising the bruised and bloodied face as James Olson's.

"James." Kara said; shock plastered across her face. "James. Oh, Rao. Are you okay?" She had hurt James unknowingly. "James!" His eyes were sealed shut.

"James. James. Come on." Kara gently slapped his face, distressed. Had she killed her friend? "James..." Kara said, slowly losing faith.

A click sounded. It was a gun. Kara silently cursed - she had become so occupied with James that she had been oblivious to the actual attacker creeping in. She became stationary. Balling her fists, she swung round, hoping to land a punch. However, what she saw was something completely different.

It was green-gleaming gun, not the one that he had used before. It was pressed against her forehead. It was cold, its touch sending shivers down her spine. Her hand dropped instantaneously.

Terror encapsulated Kara for a second as she looked directly into the devilish eyes of her attacker. They were completely devoid of emotion - it was as if an unearthly spirit had possessed him. They were eyes of pure evil: nefarious and despicable.

And for that moment, Kara believed that this would be the end.

Time seemed to slow to draw out the moment. Thoughts plagued her mind – was this how Claudia felt when she was trapped under that pile of rubble? Kara didn't know Death. She had experienced it – the death of Krypton and everyone on it – but she had never looked it in the face. It was feeling of terror, yet relief.

Shaking, she closed her eyes and she pictured everything and everyone that she had come to love on Earth.

Breathing in and out, she opened her eyes with newfound confidence. Face death in the face. Do not be afraid, she told herself. She steadily moved her hand upward. The Kryptonian then repeated the names of her loved ones over and over again in her head: Alex. James. Cat. Winn. J'onn. Sam. Lena. Maggie. Ruby. Eliza. Jeremiah. Kal-El.

And then she smiled and looked Death right in the face.

51st Floor

Lena and Cat hurried down the steps. How long had it been since this chase had begun? Why was the man even here? Who was he targeting? These questions demanded to be answered, but Lena unfortunately didn't know the answers.

"We have to be quick. He could be coming any second now. Kiera won't be able to hold him off forever."

"Yes-" Lena started, but she was interrupted.

A gunshot reverberated in the stairwell.

"KARA!"

TBC...