This chapter was complicated to write. Inform me of any grammatical errors. and r&r.

Catrina should enjoy the luxury of a closed door, it couldn't have been any simpler. But her over active and dangerously anxious imagination had her bring the door ajar – just so she could watch what was going on -on the other side of it. She wanted to see new people, and hear their voices...they were of the living, something she had taken for granted. For a month she had been listening to voices of the dead.

She rocked back on her chair to see further down the hall, she could just make out Ms Spencer drinking coffee while analysing her notes, a man was talking to her in a casual manner – she wasn't quite sure if it was about her, she assumed the worse when Spencer passed him the notes and he glanced up and caught Catrina's eye. She didn't like it, and instantly wanted to kick the door shut. They were passing judgement on her...not the culprit...her!

A young woman came in, by the looks of it a med student fresh out of school, she smiled on entry, and closed the door, breaking the man and the woman from her line of sight, she blinked. "Did you hear me?"

"Err...sorry." She tipped head.

"Just put your clothes in the bag and I will give you this." The girl beamed. "These fetching pink scrubs." Catrina could tell she was trying to cheer her up, she returned a weak smile.

"Very nice, thanks..."

"Lisa." She chimed.

"Thanks Lisa." She bobbed her head and began to de-robe behind a screen, Lisa appeared next to her almost sensing she was ready by the rustle of a brown bag. "There you go."

"Okay now I need to take a swab, just so we can make sure we don't get your DNA mixed with...err-"

"I understand perfectly." She opened her mouth, she had watched CSI, so she knew how it was done, the cotton bud was rolled around her mouth and then placed in a sealed container. "Done?"

"Sorry honey I'll need to do the internal examination, we could go into another room if it makes you feel more comfortable?..I think it's best."

"Does it have to be done, I know I haven't been interfered with."

Lisa shrugged uncomfortably. "It's regulations, and it's my job...I don't dare ask them to give you a break...it's my first week." She grimaced holding her kit to her chest. "Perhaps-"

A man barged in, the same man who had been conferring with the 'shrink', he stalled in the doorway. "Sorry am I interrupting?"

Lisa grumbled. "Yes, learn to knock...this is a private area and I'm in the middle of a-"

"You won't mind if I snag your patient for a minute will you?" He asked nonchalantly, leaning on the door, Catrina could tell Lisa wasn't amused in the slightest. "Thank you, come on." He gestured, Catrina didn't look like she had much of a choice and she followed him into the next room.

When seating herself down, she awkwardly twiddled with her thumbs on the table top as he closed the door, fleetingly seeing cops and Ms Spencer waltzing by in the hall outside.

When the man turned to lean against an opposing wall he appeared to brief himself using a notepad before meeting her gaze sharply. "Catrina."

"Yes, I think I've been through this." She stated keeping patient. "Are you...a fed?"

The man smiled. "You're good, and I'm flattered I look the part, people normally consider me not so...due to my looks."

Catrina smiled stiffly, not sure if this was the beginning to sound like a good cop/ bad cop scenario. "Okay...do you have anything important to say?"

He pushed off the wall, an action which could have startled her if she hadn't have been already on edge. "You were very tricky to find, for a moment I thought I found you, fleeting glimpses...then you were gone, and now you're here, with me."

Catrina was stifled, her mouth went dry and she cocked her head. "What do you mean by that?"

"I was looking for you. Duh." He smiled wolfishly.

"I thought I hadn't been reported missing?" She began sceptically.

"That's right...you weren't." He looked up to the heavens. "Let's keep it that way." Fixing her firmly with a sly smile.

Catrina's seat rumbled as she jumped up backing into wall behind her, eyes like saucers. "You what?" She exclaimed in shock, hoping she had misheard, or misinterpreted, maybe he'll think she's having a panic attack if her suspicions were wrong. "What do you mean?"

The man folded his arms. "Relax honey...everything is okay, you're safe with me."

She shifted closer to the door. "Safe? And who is me...who am I exactly here with?" She felt physically ill, call for help. "Jack?"

When he stood up she assumed he was confirming it, but his smile wavered into a grimace. "God no, foolish girl, do you really think Jack would pull off something this sophisticated." He yanked his lapels smugly, giving her a death wink. "You know you're more trouble than you're worth, so...should I bite?"

Her breath hitched and she bolted to the door, but they were faster, they jammed their foot against it and she found herself being dragged backwards towards the table. Her hand came up and she sunk her nails deep into their scalp and dragged, she knew she had drawn blood when they yelped and briefly released her, giving her time to yank open the door and flee towards oncoming policemen. "That man attacked me!" She began, she looked back to see the man staggering up with a bloody face.

"She's hostile, restrain her!" Oh shit, she didn't see that coming. They seized her and were about to take her to a cell when Ms Spencer finally emerged from the office after hearing the hullabaloo.

"Careful she is very delicate, she is a victim of a kidnapping, unhand her this minute!"

The police turned to her still clutching the still fighting girl. "No can do ma'am, she attacked the chief over there."

Ms Spencer eyed the smartly dressed man closing the distance. "It's true...perhaps we should move her to a more secure facility?"

Catrina squawked in her cuffs. "That man attacked me, don't you have cameras for Christ's sake!"

The woman looked to the cops for confirmation. "Yeah we do, what should we do chief?" Looking towards the bloody man.

The woman looked incredulous. "Don't ask him, he's the accused!"

The police paused, before one of them deliberated. "I'll check the camera." He started down the hall but was crudely stopped by a forceful whack from the bloodied chief, the others stared shock stricken.

"What are you doing?" Ms Spencer began. "You are out of order!"

"Oh shut up you stupid bitch, I am order!" He pulled out a gun and aimed it at the unarmed woman. Catrina flinched and dived for cover before she heard the bang, and then a second bang. She shrieked when the woman fell into her line of vision, Catrina choked back a sob as she staggered back on her feet and elbows away from the seeping blood, before she was roughly brought to her feet by the mad man. "Right after that little inconvenience-" He stalled when he spied a police officer not too far away, frozen to the spot.

Catrina shrieked with all her breath. "Run you fool!" It was too late, another bang reached her ears, deafening her due to the close range.

"It's like shooting ducks." He chuckled, she growled and gave him a solid right hook which jarred him and she took the opportunity to race down the hall. The scrubs didn't offer her bust much support and she grumbled as she turned down another hall, some officers had their guns drawn as if they had heard to commotion.

"Freeze!"

Catrina raised her hands and slowed down. "I'm not armed...a chief is killing his people down there!" She began futilely.

"Get down on the ground!"

"I'm not a prisoner, I am a victim brought in earlier!" Still seeing hesitant guns on her – "I'm wearing scrubs for heaven's sake!"

"It's okay men." That voice came from around the corner, armed and at her back. "I've got her, she gunned down a couple of my men." Catrina stared horrified and immediately protested.

"No – he's lying, he gunned down the men...I've never fired a fire arm in my life!" She tried, trying to shift closer to the real officers. "You can check my hands, no gun residue." Thank you CSI.

The cops looked confused and still very dangerous, and the man prodding against her back lost his patience. "Oh fuck it!" He fired over her shoulder at all men and women officers as she screwed up her face and covered her ears. "Damn CSI!" He added. Catrina had pure adrenaline in her system as she ran at a stoop towards the door, even when a sharp hot pain ripped through her arm she still kept on going.

The place seemed like a labyrinth, what looked like a decent exit had become a door to another corridor, the gun shots had died down behind her and she was sure the guy was hot on her tail. Catrina was sick to the stomach with villains, and right now she felt she had to puke with terror, this was worse than running from Jack. She yelped when she knocked down somebody who had just calmly left a nearby room, she saw it was the med student from earlier on. "What the hell is going on?"

"Get up, Get up now!" She dragged the girl to her feet, the girl had started to peer down the hall. "No- not that way!" She nearly ripped the girl's arm out of her socket as she forced her into a run, which she luckily followed suit.

"Catrina, what the fuck's going-?"

"-Lisa, where are the emergency exits?" She demanded.

"I don't know, I'm not familiar with the – I don't think they have any!" The panic on Catrina was seemingly rubbing off on her companion. "You've been shot!" She announced reaching for her arm concerned.

"Who care's doc?" She wrenched her arm away and gestured for a promising exit, pushing Lisa with her into what appeared to be a stairway. "Come on!" They clattered down the stairway, Lisa in the lead.

"What's going on up there?" The med student asked breathless.

"A shoot out, that fed that came in started it all...where were you?"

Lisa was trying to clip her hair back up so it wasn't in her face with difficulty. "I'm sorry I was smoking in the lounge!"

"Right, great!" She scoffed. "Well it saved your life!" She added tersely. That's right smoking had saved her life. Ironically.

"Are you sure you're not having a psychotic episode from captivity?" Lisa nearly came to a halt on the stairs and Catrina bumped into her.

"No, there are people lying dead upstairs, it's a bloodbath – let's go!" They heard the sound of a door opening and slamming shut a few floors above them, they quickly share a terrified look before rushing down the steps in unison. A bang followed in their wake which ricocheted. Lisa yelped and stumbled forwards into Catrina who caught her. "Go on ahead, I'll slow them down!" She said trying to shove her away.

"Never." Catrina swiftly brought the student's arm around her shoulder and jostled her down the remaining stairs, more ricocheting bullets later- the girls squeaked as they tumbled onto the final floor. They recovered and ambled through another set of doors into yet another corridor.

They tore down it, Catrina shrieked when 'the shrink' Ms Spencer moved into her line of vision, very fine – very alive. "Oh my god girls are you alright?" Catrina skidded and pushed herself in front of Lisa to halt her.

"Why are you stopping?" Lisa exclaimed clutching at her patient's arm. "He's on top of us!" Looking behind her.

Catrina couldn't focus on anything else but the woman with the bullet wound through her head. "That woman is dead." Catrina whispered. "What are you, wait are you...?" Ms Spencer raised her own gun. "Shit."

"Duck."

Lisa was a lot faster than Catrina and ended up hurtling herself on top of her as a human shield. There was mighty bang and a thud, and Catrina hardly flinched – wow must be used to it! She stumbled to her feet- helping to support Lisa who seemed to have received an adrenaline rush; for she looked less panicked. She looked down the hall with her companion to see the mad man sprawled on the floor – lifeless. Then in unison with Lisa turned her gaze sceptically towards their saviour.

Ms Spencer was positively beaming, her gun still poised, before focusing her attention on the girls. "Catrina... thank god you're alright." She said breezily.

She blinked, since the woman hadn't mentioned Lisa - it dawned on her who it was and she rolled her eyes. "Oh... my... god." She murmured dejectedly. "It's you isn't it?"

"Would that make you feel more comfortable?" Ms Spencer waved the gun in a comical gesture which unnerved Catrina because she thought it might go off. She assumed the reason Lisa hadn't moved because she thought Ms Spencer was just being Ms Spencer...which it wasn't. "Oh- whose your friend?" After a little wave, Lisa and Catrina scowled right back.

"Oh quit it will you!..Spare my friend and I will go willingly with you." She made to step forward but Lisa clung to her worriedly.

"What are you doing?"

"That's not Ms Spencer, and I'm saving your life." She replied from the corner of her mouth.

The older woman quirked her eyebrow. "Wow - didn't think you would make it this easy, I agree to your terms – now get over here!" Catrina began to shuffle forward, but Lisa stepped forward and angled herself in front of her.

"No!- I don't know what you are doing, but you can't take her away...she is sick, she has had a trauma. She belongs with me." She said bravely moving a little closer.

Catrina shook her head. "I'm trying to protect you!"

"-And I'm trying to protect you, you're my patient." Lisa announced.

The woman in front rolled her eyes. "Yes this is very touching." She unexpectedly raised her gun. BANG! Catrina remained very still, she didn't even blink as the blood spattered on her, it was only when the body hit the floor she choked out a sob – her teeth clenched and she stared venomously at the monster.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She charged and grappled as much as she could to knock him down, surely in a woman's body he would be weaker, but 'it' stood firm, grumbling at each futile blow.

"She would have got in the way." 'It' reassured.

"FUCK YOU...JUST FUCK YOU, I HOPE YOU SPEND ETERNITY ALONE!" It appeared to have cut deeply, and Catrina found herself bodily shoved against the wall, knocking all the wind out of her.

"Are you really worth it? I could have just left you for him!" She spat, pressing the gun brutally hard under Catrina's jaw so that tears prickled her eyes. "Now we must go before the thing down the hall recovers."

She gave a firm –"No." And she flinched when 'he' loomed closer.

There was a sudden defiant shout from nearby which drew both their attention. "HEY!" Catrina was both horrified and shocked as the med student; Lisa aimed a brutal blow with a fire extinguisher at 'Ms Spencer's' head, there was a sickening crack and she went flying backwards onto floor in a pathetic heap. Catrina still had her hands up in defense as she looked at her new friend astonished – who looked a little pissed – and very much alive.

"How are yo-?"

"-Alive? – Well...I'm... already dead." Lisa formulated cockily, she held up the fire extinguisher. "My favourite weapon – saved your mother with one of these." She pursed her lips thoughtfully at Catrina's weird expression, seeing the clockwork clicking in her brain. Ms Spencer on the floor stirred and the fire extinguisher was unceremoniously dropped on her head, her skull completely broke and brain matter seemed to spill out. "Though she is right you know, that guy down the hall will recover, come on let's go." Catrina felt her hand being seized and was dragged all the way out of the building, through the commotion, through surviving policemen and flashing lights.

She was very silent, even when she was bundled into a car and 'Lisa' shoved 'herself' in next to her - Tears ran down her face as she was overcome with grief and something else she couldn't identify. She had met so many people she thought were trying to help her, fakes, and so many times she had nearly died, she had guns ringing and blood spurting around in her head, she felt herself being consumed by violent shakes, it was only a matter of time before she would puke, and it wasn't through car sickness.

After a minute of driving in silence. "Jack." She croaked.

Lisa turned to her while steering. "And I thought you had forgotten." Lisa's smile was a little crooked, she was amazed why she hadn't seen it before. Catrina noticed the rain on the windows, then she felt the touch of a callous hand brushing away a tear and Catrina barely acknowledged the act, she didn't even acknowledge Lisa shape-shifting back into Jack. "I haven't forgotten unfortunately, and I'm still mad at you." He added.