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Jade woke in a cold room next to Cat, who was still unconcious. She looked around at her surroundings. The light was on, so she could see everything. It was pretty much empty besides a desk and chair. On the desk were files, documents, and pens. There were dried blood splatters on the concrete floor, which was unsettling, even for Jade.
"Where are we...?" Jade asked to herself. "Cat, wake up."
Jade held Cat in her arms and checked her pulse, in which she succeeded in finding. Cat's eyes fluttered open after a few seconds.
"Jadey...w-what happened?" Cat asked weakly.
"I-I don't know exactly..." Jade started. "Those guys knocked us out and now...we're here."
Cat sat up and rubbed her eyes. She found herself staring into Jade's eyes again; there was something about them. Something different. Jade noticed this and decided to question it.
"What?" Jade asked softly.
"Oh! Um...n-nothing." Cat looked away, feeling stupid.
"Why were you staring at me?" Jade asked with a gentle tone.
Cat looked back into Jade's eyes, studying them with confusion. It was barely noticeable, but Cat could see something in her eyes that was never there before.
"You're scared Jade..." Cat murmured.
"I...but...how'd you know?" Jade asked in a small voice.
"Your eyes..." Cat answered softly. "I can see it in your eyes."
Jade stayed quiet for a minute.
"I am scared Cat." Jade replied. Her voice was shaky.
Cat wrapped her arms around Jade and held her close. Jade cried softly into Cat's shoulder while Cat comforted her.
"Me too." Cat agreed quietly.
Jade stayed cuddled against Cat for a litte bit. Then they heard some men talking outside the room. It got closer until the doorknob began to rattle. Jade straightened up and pulled Cat close to her. The door opened and in walked two hespanic men and a caucasian. One hespanic was tall and slender, with a buzz cut of black hair and brown eyes. The other hespanic was shorter and masculine with salt-and-pepper hair that was short and uncombed with a goatee to match and darker brown eyes. The caucasian one was average height with clean-cut black hair. This man wore a dark grey suit and black tie, as the others wore baggy jeans and black leather jackets. His blue-green eyes were cold and familiar.
"Hello, Jadelyn," The suited man said.
"Who are you?!" Jade asked, hate and fear in her shaky voice.
"Why, you don't remember?" The man said, an evil smile creeping onto his face.
"Remember what?" Jade asked in confusion.
"Of course you don't. You were just a baby, after all."
Jade narrowed her eyes and tightened her grip on Cat. Cat got closer to Jade and buried her head in her collar bone, a tear rolling down her cheek. Jade stroked Cat's red hair but kept a close eye on the man.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She replied flatly and cold.
"I'm Bloodhound. I'm your father, the one that ran off when you were a baby." The man answered the question from earlier.
"You...what?" Jade was stunned. Processing the words in her mind, it all started to make sense. "You were engaged to my mom when you left, so that's why I kept her last name, because you were never married. Why did you leave?"
"I never loved your mother, much less you." Bloodhound answered. "You were an accident, a mistake. And now I've got you right here to fix it."
Cat clenched her fists, but didn't move from where she was laying against Jade's chest. Jade noticed this and rubbed Cat's back gently in a comforting way. What he said made Cat furious, but she was trying her best to control her anger.
"And Valentine too. Aren't you supposed to be dead?" The shorter hespanic asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We'll take care of her later, just get West." Bloodhound instructed, and the two men went to grab Jade, but Cat pulled out of her embrace.
"DON'T TOUCH HER!" Cat screamed, jumping at one of the men. The guy grabbed Cat and threw her into a wall, knocking her out.
"CAT!" Jade screamed, fighting to get out of the mens' grasp. But there wasn't anything she could do, or at least, that's what she thought.
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Sorry It's so short, I couldn't really work with this one well. But I've got more plans ahead for future chapters!
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