Alright guys, the only reason why I'm updating so fast is just because this entire story is already prewritten... I wrote the entire thing in my Literature and Composition AP English class... LOL for an AP class, we don't do much... At all. Here's Chapter two!

Chapter 2

*You are now Malachi Charles Fallon*

She looked so bad. I didn't want to look, but when I did, I could not believe it was the same person who I had worked with for the past two years.

Natara, whose chocolate brown hair always used to cascade smoothly down to her petite waist, was now matted, knotted, greasy, and caked with blood. Her beautiful hazel eyes that used to be always full of life and were always shining, were now dull and lacked any sign of life they had before. Surrounding her eyes, the skin was black and blue, with a mix of other disgusting colors. Her flawless, dark tanned skin was now covered in deep gashes, bruises, burns, and who knows what else? But above all of that, what scared me the most was how she reacted to me when I reached out for her. Nothing scares Natara. Nothing. I'll admit, I'm not a guy who gets scared easily, but I remember when onetime we were watching some sort of horror movie. I can't even remember the name of the film. But I do remember that at one point, something jumped out in front of the camera and I'll admit, it scared me. But Nat? Nope, it didn't even faze her. In fact, she thought that part of the movie was hilarious.

Not to mention, she is the bravest, and the strongest woman I knew. She's the only five-foot-two inch 97 pound woman I knew of that could take down a 250 pound marine. The marine was a suspect in an investigation, and someone slipped lethal doses of PCP in his tobacco. He had a chew of tobacco before the interrogation began, and soon he was overdosing on the amount of PCP. As much as I hate to admit it, that marine knocked me out in one punch. It was only for a few moments, but then when I became aware of the surroundings once more, Natara was on top of him, pushing him against the floor so he couldn't get up and attack anyone.

I just can't believe that the same woman who took down that Marine, is the same beaten, scared woman I found in that building this morning.

Soon, word got out at the precinct that Nat was found, and our data analyst, Amy Chen, was the first to arrive at the hospital and sat down next to me. Amy and Natara weren't friendly at first, but after a few weeks, they quickly became best friends.

"Oh my God! I heard you found Nat! Is she okay? Where was she? How badly was she hurt? Who the hell abducted her?!" Amy spit off rapid-fire questions. I couldn't help but smile a bit on the inside when Amy questioned me. It's cute when she does it. And I mean that in the most non-romantic way possible. Amy has always been like a little sister to me. An over caffeinated, sweet, adorable, little sister.

"Not really, Miller's safe house, which apparently can be turned into a torture chamber, really bad from what I could tell, and Senan Miller." I replied in answer to all of Amy's questions. Before I could continue, a young nurse came up to the both of us and asked,

"Are you two here for Natara Williams?"

Simultaneously, Amy and I both replied "Yes." Before Amy piped up.

"How bad is she hurt?" The nurse took a deep breath before responding.

"Well… I'm honestly not sure how she's still alive, but she is. She's suffered major blood loss, has a fractured collarbone, wrist, femur, ankle, three of her ribs are broken, and she has a slight fracture to her C4 vertebrae. She has, from what I can tell anyway, approximately 78 cuts and lacerations to her entire body, some of them nearly two weeks old, but were so deep we had to reopen them and stitch them properly. In addition to that, we had to stitch 43 of the other cuts that were placed on her body. With the fractures, many were days old and didn't set properly, so we had to fracture them again and reset them correctly. She experienced severe trauma to the neck, which horrifies me because I could see rope burns, and bruises in the shape of someone's hand, which suggests attempted strangulation. Due to this, until the swelling goes down, she will not be able to speak, but after that, from a psychological standpoint, it may take a while for her to begin talking again on her own. In addition to that, she is extremely malnourished and dehydrated, so once she is completely out of surgery, we will hook her up to an IV and feed her nutrients through that. I'll come back later to let you know when you are allowed to see her. All right?" When Amy and I both nodded yes, she leaned over to me and dropped her voice to a whisper, and asked, "You got that bastard who did this, right?" I looked up and whispered back,

"Yeah, he's currently our guest at the morgue, as we speak."

The nurse, satisfied, stood back up and said, "Good, he better be." And with that she turned around and walked down the hallway.

I think I went into shock. After hearing, all of what Nat had to go through, and still be alive… That was a miracle in my eyes. Slowly, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift off to sleep.

Later I was awoken by the same nurse I had spoken to just hours before.

"Excuse me, Mr…Fallon? The doctor says you and your friend here may see Miss Williams now. But, you can't overwhelm her all right? She's pretty drugged up on pain killers at the moment, but seems to be coherent enough. I'll show you to her room!" The nurse spoke quietly and gently. I sleepily nodded yes, and then proceeded to wake up Amy, who had fallen asleep as well.

Once Amy was awake, we all headed down the seemingly endless corridor until we came to a room. "Press the button on the bed if you need anything! The nurse said before walking away. I glanced at Amy before taking a deep breath and turned the door knob.