Okay guys here's another chapter. I'm on a roll so this story might be done by the end of the week. You're all probably going to kill me for how I'm ending it. Please don't, because if you do, I can't write the sequel which I alreay have in mind. Anyway, I'll stop rambling so you can read.

Disclaimer: I still do not own Black Cat in any way, shape or form. No matter how much I try my plans are failing. Why couldn't my Jack Sparrow like mind help me with this?

What I was planning on doing was probably one of the stupidest things a person could do. I mean, I was running after a couple of guys who were in a gang and I was planning on taking them both on, at the same time, and they were both at least 3 times my size. I knew for a fact Nizer and Ash would not be pleased with me. At least I still had the advantage of a surprise attack.

It didn't take long before the two guys, Tom and Trent, stopped to catch their breath. For being in a gang they sure seemed to be out of shape. I jumped into a tree before they could figure out I was there and got ahead of them. I sat up in the branch and tried to listen to what they were saying.

"That Sven guy wasn't supposed to be able to get back until tomorrow." The shorter of the two said.

"Yeah, I 'onder who's fault that was." The taller one said with an Irish accent.

They looked at each and gulped. I took that as, they had been the ones who were supposed to have made sure this Sven guy wasn't supposed to get back until tomorrow. This was going to be easier than I originally thought.

I jumped down to the ground and pointed my gun and the smaller one. He was closer so he was the bigger threat at the moment. The bigger one gasped and pointed at me. I smirked when I realised the moon was behind me. The only thing they'd be able to see was my silhouette, my cat like eyes and the gleam of my gun.

"T-trent, there's 'nother one of them behind ya!" The bigger one exclaimed. At least I knew which one of them was which now.

The shorter one spun around and glared at me before his eyes widened in what looked like disbelief. From the looks of things he was the smarter of the two. He was using more caution now. He was in for a surprise. I still had the smirk on my face but it quickly faded when Tom and Trent burst out laughing. I raised my eyebrow at them.

"It's just some kid." Trent exclaimed between breaths. He looked at me with humour in his eyes before saying anything. "Put the gun down, kid. You shouldn't be handling something like that like a toy." He started slowly walking towards me and he was blocking my view off Tom.

"I think I'll be fine." I told him.

"You sure about that kid?" He asked.

I was about to question him about it when I felt a couple of hands grab my left arm, the one holding my gun, and twisted it behind my back. I felt my shoulder pop out of the socket and yelled out in pain. I let go of my gun and tried to twist around so I could fight Tom but my shoulder was in too much pain.

"Did you have to dislocate his shoulder, you idiot?" Trent asked Tom.

"The brat brought it on 'imself." Tom let go of me and let me fall to the ground. Him and Trent starting talking about what they were going to do with me so they didn't noticed me get ahold of my gun again. I was really starting to hate these guys. I managed to get into a crouch and pointed my gun at Tom.

He noticed me with my gun pointed at him and was about to jump out of the way when I pulled the trigger. If he hadn't of moved he probably would have just been injured but the bullet had hit his chest and he was dead before he hit the ground. Trent turned and looked at me with genuine fear in his eyes. My right shoulder was starting to ache because I wasn't used to firing a gun with my right arm.

Trent looked like he was going to put up a fight a couple of heartbeats but then he turned around and starting running off. I jumped into and followed him from above. There was no way I was letting him get away from me. My training from both the CA and Zagine was going to come in handy tonight.

We ran for I don't know how long, but finally Trent had to stop for air. I dropped out of my tree and looked up at him through my bangs. I was getting tired of the running around. My shoulder was killing me and I was hungry. I wasn't the happiest camper at the moment and I think Trent had noticed that from the look in my eyes.

"Come on kid, can't we talk this through?" He asked. He was just trying to save his own skin. I just shook my head at him and he gulped and closed his eyes. I aimed my gun and closed my own eyes. I pulled the triger and heard the bang of the gun going off, followed by the thud of Trent falling to the ground.

I turned around and walked away until I couldn't smell the blood. I leaned back against a tree and winced when my shoulder throbbed. I couldn't put it back in place on my own and I still had to find Leland. I was getting tired though. I felt myself slip to the ground. I leaned forward and took my jacket off.

I put it over my left shoulder and tied the sleeves around me as best as I could. It would have to do until I could go back to Karl's. Which of course wouldn't be until after I found Leland. This night was going to be worse than one of my survival tests.

I looked up at the stars through the leaves of the tree I was under. Karl was going to kill me when I got back. I wasn't even going to bother checking my phone for messages. There was probably already abunch on there from him and I was too tired to listen to them at the moment. I closed me eyes and hoped I'd find Leland tomorrow morning. The chances of that happening were low though. My luck wasn't the best right now, but neither had Tom or Trent's.

Chapter 13