Late at night. At dark, where the sun as shut its light for the whole moon to come and to haunt down from the Mohawk River and thankfully it was summer and an hotter summer than she had experienced in her most thirty three years of existense. Big grey and clouds looked threatening as an storm was slowly making its way in.

Panting dreadfully, Catherine Chandler had no idea of how long she had been running with only her bare and scratched feet as for useless protection and with her torn and bloodstained white longsleeved shirt and her jeans ripped off as she ran through the woods. Damn, her feet were hitching and covered up with dirt as her lungs were burning.

And her hands covered in blood. His blood.

She turned her head back to see if he still followed her back. If he really did. Her long hair slammed her face as it blocked her sight as she sweated and breathed through thin air, through the dark as she looked back onto her direction as she kept running as fast as she could by pushing each branch away from her sight. She ran because she fleed away from him after he had her kidnapped and held her prisoner and away from her husband and from everybody, from the whole city as 123th's Police Departement was mostly looking out for her when she mysteriously vanished away by an hired assassin and right after she had a drink or two at IL Cantuccio's bar where her best friend Tess, NYPD's first female captain was celebrating her engagement and that from that very same moment,she had seen an mysterious and tall, muscular, threatening and attractive man staring right back at her from the bar. His lips looked so tasty. These eyes staring up at her like undying flames.

These attactive and hauntenening hazel eyes were all waiting for her to come onto him, onto his made Cat shiver into shame as she clutched up her eyes shut as she kept on running as she pushed the tree's branches out of her way. How dumb was it to express desire over another man who wasn't her husband? And yet her heart raced when his eyes locked up to find hers standing onto his. How dumb was that?

Never trust strangers, Cathy. Never. It didn't mattered if they were attractive to you or not. Never trust them, you weren't raised that dumb to fall over a random stranger. Or didn't she? She couldn't remember that much.

She was a great detective, an independent, smart, strong woman and a wife, if so then why did she fell onto a madman's prey? Everything was okay back then as she had calculated, until that very particular night when the madman had shot a bad man and mostly his accomplice and right through her own eyes. And then what happened? Everything had become black and she ended up here.

In the middle of nowhere. At some lost river where nobody would hear her screams or her yelling for help cause there was nobody willing to help her. Because there was nobody here. Not a living person was living here and with no Wi-Fi connection and no cabin around any corner here.

And yet she still was able to run. And away from him. She managed to flee away from him and feeling free after almost a week on being away.

Opening up her eyes to the darkness as she tried to catch up with her breath, Catherine stopped her feet for a moment as she realized that she had reached up to her limit. The river. The cold waves reaching up to the rocks as she stared down at the rushing waves where its power was leading away with the wind. Powerful wind as fast they could go anyways and the water was so cold that it could easily emerge her alive without any second.

But what other choice, did she had? Being at some dead man's mercy or easily running away from him? Seeking for freedom was her wish. Cat wanted to see her family and friends again. Her loving husband as looked down onto her wedding band as she almost hesitated to run back into her husband's arms. Damn, he must be worried and deadly worried enough to bite his own finger's skin, seemed so anxious about her safety. She closed up her eyes as she tried to breathe trying to calm down her nerves as her long hair lifted up with the wind. Her toes curled around the big and cutting rocks as she felt the rushing waves coming up from its uncontrolling speed towards her as if they had welcomed her, already.

It was either this or getting herself caught by an madman. Like him.

"Come on, Cat. It's now or never.."She took a deep breath and dived in into the cold and storming water as she swam through the cold water vanishing through them and deeper and not knowing if she could ever survive it.

...

"Still afraid of storms, honey?"

"Cannot help myself, dear. It does reminds me a lot from my past cases as a young female cop way years before.."Holding up a glass of wine onto her hand, retired female cop Linda Morrow was looking out at the window where an powerful storm was already making its disaster and she looked a little disturbed. It didn't mattered if she was being protected by an strong cabin made of woods and with her husband of thirty years, it still disturbed her from today.

"Old and failed cases, you mean?"Her husband's deep voice was heard as the sound of couple of dishes were being thrown into the sink from the background, revealing that they just finished up with dinner a few secionds ago and before a noise coming from a huge thunder was heard outside. Linda just shook up her head as she frowned at the sight from where her sky blue eyes were staring at as they narrowed into deep thoughts.

"Those you can't never forget and have to deal with as long as you are still living. And it all started with a storm, just like this one here.."Didn't mattered if she was being protected or not. It won't ever change.

"It never ends well, Ronnie.."She pulled back a lock of silver hair away from her eyes as she kept staring at the window.

"You don't have to worry. The cabin is made of solid wood here, can't break through hard thunder like this.."But it wasn't the cabin's strong building that worried her, it was something that she couldn't probably describe though.

"No, but can you ever survive it?" And from her experience, the chances of a normal human being surviving through a cold and shivering storm like this were very slim. No one can overcome it. Linda felt her husband coming up close from behind as he put his hands onto her shoulders trying to soothe down the pressure. Oh God. Despite the years of being together, he was still that very sweet man who made her heart racing up into such excitement and felt completely normal. Despite her years as a female cop, he still remained patient and loving till the very end of and still had found her beautiful no matter what."Don't try to worry that much, Linda. We're safe here and nobody that I know is stupid enough to take a walk outside at this weather, though-" Ronnie's voice got cut off when a loud bang was heard coming from the door and from the outside through the rain. Dropping her glass of wine onto the floor carpet, Linda jumped at the surprising sound coming from outside. The startled couple turned around to see the door being heard and very loudly, almost as it was close to break down.

Fast enough to wake up an dead elephant from its grave.

"Should we call the cops?" Ronnie suggested back as his wife just shook up her head, both of them were still startled by the surprising noise.

"And with what working up phone here? The old-fashioned radio wouldn't even work either with this horrendous weather! Damn, I wished I still had my gun here.."Groaning, Linda urged him to stay behind her back as she decided to take things under control, like she always had been many years ago."Stay behind me while I go and answer the door, if an bad intruder comes in attacking us, get the first kitchen knife from the kitchen.."

"Linda, seriously-"

"Don't discuss and do as I say..Ronnie." Linda warned back as she slowly walked to the awaiting door with her husband being her back. Ronnie Marrow who appeared to be tall and into good shape, muscular enough for his sixty-three years appeared to be very anxious as she took things under control like she always had been before. Despite storms were still finding a way to scare her off as she remained prepared and was moving like a silent cat as her breath was racing at this scary moment.

"Help! Help! I need help!" Had hurried up the shaken up voice from behind the door as it was crying for help. A woman. A very young, sounding, pleading and shivering woman was heard as she slamed the door very hard from what Linda heard as she put her head to the door.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

"Please, I need help!"But the woman behind the door sounded so convinced through her shivering breath as she stood freezing up as she kept on slaming the door outside at this powerful storm. A woman's deep voice that reminded her of someone she had seen before.Someone familiar..

"We should probably open up the door and let her in, Linda..Cause she sounds very convincing and no faking here.." Ronnie's voice sounded serious behind her head though. This woman wasn't faking and needed help but from what? "I'll go to get some blankets while you go ahead and open up the door.." Ronnie turned away as he walked to the other side of the room as he declined in defeat as Linda sighed and started to unlock and opened up the door wide to reveal an very drenched long and messed up dark haired woman with a white longsleeved but bloodstained shirt as she walked directly inside of Ronnie and Linda's cabin as her feet were sloppy and tried to find her balance but only to fall into Linda's awaiting arms with a weakened cry coming out from her mouth close enough to be a shaken sob as the retired cop took a worried look onto the woman.

That poor thing was into a mess and having coming all this way from this dreadfull and stupid rain!

Her long dark hair was awfully drenched and hiding up her face with what she had been through with the storm. The same goes for her clothes as the shirt stucked up to her skin revealing the woman's dark bra and the blood from the white shirt. Her dark jeans were ripped as her body was awfully thin and probably from not eating as much as she should, even though she was strongly fit. And her bare feet were scratched with blood and bruises and mostly because she was walking through rocks and branches like a wild woman would do to survive on the hunt.

Unless she didn't have much of choices left.

Oh God. She was so cold and was shivering like a shaken leaf or almost like a terrified child breathing heavily as she was doing right now.

Trying to calm down,Linda looked so see if the mysterious woman was brutally raped or violated which she found no sign of any of it, until she looked down onto her shirt which was stained with blood, not hers as there wasn't any freshed up wound onto her abdomen or anywhere else. However her wrists had proved up to be something else as Linda winced to the sight of them. Bluish marks were printed onto them. Bruised up wrists as they had been tied from before and tight enough to block any blood circulation from passing. Someone must have had her hold up into a cage or into hostage from who knows how long enough.

"What happened to you?" She watched back the woman's emarald eyes looking up at her as she clutchered up to her hold as she tried to hold on onto her own balance facing the retired female cop, like she was an powerful saint from determinated as she seemed to be. She felt like this poor woman was about to faint into her arms sooner than later as she tried to catch up her breath and heavily as Lina pushed away the long and messy locks away from the woman to see her eyes even better, until it all clicked in as her blue eyes had widened up into shock when the woman spoke up. Her voice sounded raspy and pleading as her breath sounded quickened enough to sutter on each word she pronounced even if it was by shivering from the cold.

"My name is Catherine Chandler. NYPD Detective from the 123th. I'-I've been...held kidnapped and...kept as a...prisoner from an hired assassin man named Vincent Keller..I've been missing and...my husband must be looking for me. P-Please, I need help..I need.."But the woman couldn't finished up her phrase as she collapsed down onto the retired female cop's arms, falling completely uncounscious as an shocked Linda yelled for her husband to get up here and fast.

And as it was for the outside world, when more enraging and bigger thunders were heard. Telling that nobody was at safe, any longer now and that danger was coming by now.

...

So what do you think? Think I should give it a shot? Beasties? I had this idea after watching Kez's hauntening video on youtube with VinCat and that song with "One Way Or Another." I was inspired by it. But don't worry, it's not based on the video. Cause I don't want to steal anyone's idea here. Not even Kez's. Not to worry anyone here!

And I know I'm supposed to be working on other projects like 'The Villian One', 'Twisted Blood' and 'Destined'. I know, but let me tell you something here, I'll be ending up 'Destined' and only after I'll post the two or three other chapters soon and I'll be focusing on the two others stories along with this one, if my head is still in clear shape. Haha!

Thank you and love you Beasties!

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