When the sun finally punched me in the face, thats when I realized he wasn't coming back for me. He was gone and I was alone, faced with the harsh reality of the world.

I would have to go see my parents.

I stumbled forwards and quickly made it to the living room of my apartment.

Carrie was sitting on the couch looking like she hadn't slept in days with a spoon full of Captain Crunch about down her throat.

When her eyes looked up at me she dropped her bowl and spoon to the floor.

"Katrina?" he whimpered out.

I gave her a sad smile before she bursted into ugly girl tears and tackled me into a bone crushing hug.

What happened next was just as terrible as her squeezing the fat out of my boobs.

The day was a blur of camera and questions and tears and people.

All the things I really didn't want to be in contact with, but apparently after making national news for being kidnapped for multiple weeks it was necessary that the public know you weren't buried six feet under in a ditch.

I looked up annoyed at the detective who had been harassing me with question for the pass three hours.

"No. He didn't hurt me ... physically- mentally thats a different story" I reply back bored.

The detective glared down at me, we'd been playing this game for a long time, and he was one of those people who seemed not to be interested in useless comments.

"Do you realize you could go to jail?!" he screamed slamming his palm on the table.

I looked at him dully, "For what aiding and abetting my own kidnapping? That's a new one" I smirked.

He clenched his jaw in anger, "No, your friend committed multiple illegal acts while you were with him, did you know about any of this?" he asked me annoyed.

"Did I know that the evil ass, who kidnapped me and is a known criminal was committing illegal acts while I was his hostage .. umm I'm not really sure how to answer that question" I smirked.

The guy's vein literally popped out of his skull.

"We are opening an investigation, if anything comes up that you helped Blue Doom you'll be looking at the inside of a jail cell for the next few decades" he grows in my face.

"It'll be better than looking at your face, can I go now? Or are you going to charge me for someone stealing my car?" I asked him annoyed.

His face was completely red as he stormed out of the room.

I quickly got up and was led to the lobby where my parents where trying to take a selfie.

"Mom, Dad. Please stop" I sighed when I stood in front of them.

They dropped the phone and bum rushed me, "MY BABY HAS BEEN RETURNED!" My mother screeched, while my dad squeezed me to death.

"Can we go home?" I asked them hugging them back.

"Of course, ... did you get Blue Doom's autograph?" my Dad asked me.

"Umm ... no. I must have forgot to ask after he held me captive" I replied back sarcastically.

My Dad pouted like a child, "Your so selfish Kat ... just like your Mother" he muttered under his breath.

"What did you call me?" my Mom hissed at him.

"Can we go?" I asked pulling them towards the exit.

The second we stepped outside I was bum rushed by cameras and reporters.

"KATRINA! KATRINA! TELL US ABOUT YOUR TIME WITH BLUE DOOM?! DID HE HURT YOU? DID HE HAVE YOU CHAINED? WERE YOU ASSAULTED?" they all through out.

I stopped so confused.

I snatched someones mic, "No, I wasn't assaulted, or chained, and he didn't hurt me. He's not the best person in the world, but he surely isn't the worst. He's only painted as some terrible man, but he truly isn't, and he may be an ass but he's no monster. The true monster is the one manipulating you all, and frankly its pretty fucking pitiful to watch. Lets ask some real questions here, like why is Blue Doom doing what he is doing? Is he really hurting us or is he trying to lead dumb ass blind horses to water, that no one will drink from! Why isn't anyone looking for real facts?" I screamed at the dead silent crowd.

We all just blinked at each other before they erupted.

"WERE YOU ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED WITH BLUE DOOM WHILE YOU TWO WERE TOGETHER?!"

"ARE YOU CARRYING HIS CHILD?!"

"DID YOU TWO HAVE SEX?!"

All these questions got thrown my way, and I honestly just stood there shocked. Really people?

I glared at the people in front of me before screaming into the mike, "I AM CARRYING HIS CHILD AND ALL HAIL SATAN, YOU MOTHERFUC-"

My mom tackled me before I could finish and my parents along with the police helped shove me in the direction of the car. I was quickly thrown in before meeting the eye of two flabbergasted parents.

"... I'm not really pregnant" I muttered before they opened their mouths and tore me a new one.

Shit.

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Blake's POV

I'd been sitting in my room pretty much destroying things for the past two weeks.

Yes it had been two weeks since I had left Katrina in her room crying and heart broken.

I'd been stalking her, don't get me wrong. I'd been around her, following her throughout her day, making sure nothing happened to her.

I didn't know what was worse.

Completely getting rid of her or seeing her and not being able to be near her.

It burned like a hot rod to the balls.

I didn't know how to fix this, I'd done research on the Knot but all that came up was something about Star Man and finding lost animals and helping old ladies across streets.

Sickening.

But that wasn't the worst part. No, if you thought I was acting like a love struck little bitch, then Pony had blown me out the water.

He'd been consistently crying for the past 10 days. 10. Double digits people.

And it was soft sniffles that you eventually feel sorry for because they are so pitiful, no. They were full on ugly sobbing with tears and snot.

When I hadn't returned with her, he had gone into denial for the first few days before reality gave him a swift kick to the balls and he'd been crying like a girl since her absence.

It was mind numbingly painful to hear his sobs and I had threatened him, thrown things, and even locked him outside, but it only made him cry harder.

He needed comfort and no one here was willing to give him any.

Aria was sad but she had busy trying to locate who the hell had all her file, since her stupid name wasn't coming up with any leads.

Klaus was depressed so in order to stop his depression he had been trying to flirt with Aria, and when that didn't work- he started looking for distractions, which then caused a domestic violence to occur between him and Aria, where I lost four lamps, an iron, two pots, and they destroyed three mirrors.

Honestly hope they choke on their own spit.

Ana was ecstatic, she thought that she could easily slide into my DM's or some shit like that, but I brought her ass back to reality when I flung her into a wall across the room.

She hasn't spoken to me in a few days, but I doubt that will last long.

Corey was happy as well, which made me want to yank out his small intestines then shove them down his throat. Then choke him to death, or run him over slowly with a train.

I hadn't decided, I needed him as of right now to help Aria with figuring out how to open the vile, and since they were both freaky genius's I had hoped that eventually they would be able to figure something out.

I felt useless, I was a mess, and it was all due to her.

I couldn't stop thinking about what she was doing or if she was safe, and it was driving me crazy.

I looked down at the multiple newspapers on my floor.

She may be safe, but she was utterly stupid.

Her first day back and people were accusing her of being my accomplice- like she could even handle that task.

Apparently when she was corner by reporters she had gone off the deep end, displaced anger if you ask me.

There were multiple videos of her screaming she was pregnant with my child and something about hailing satan.

It was a cute touch, but it had only caused her more issues.

The police where no doubt on her ass trying to figure me out, and from her little comments about me, they were thinking she knew more than she was telling- which she did.

But I also knew she wouldn't tell my secret.

She'd take her punishment in order to save me, and I knew I wouldn't allow her to do that, if it ever got that far.

"BLUE!" Pony screeched from out my door.

I slowly got up and looked down at him, annoyed.

"Katrina! She's on TV!" He hissed before dragging me to the living room of our safe house and thrusting me on the couch before turning up the TV.

There she was, beautiful as ever, and she looked pissed off.

Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun and I could tell she wanted to yank it out and flick the rubber band in the reporters face.

She had on a blue dress that was conservative, and she looked so plain, yet so beautiful. It was obvious who ever had dressed her had pushed for the innocent look.

She was doing this so the police who get off her back.

She was seated on a set where there was just two chairs, one occupied by her annoyed frame and the other by a beautiful blond interviewer, who looked like she was catching the anger glinting in Katrina's eyes.

"Today we are here with Katrina Justice, the girl who survived" the woman started off. "Hello everyone my name is Cathy and this is USA Living" she finished. She quickly turned to Katrina who looked to be mouthing some foul language to someone off screen.

Katrina yanked her attention back to Cathy, "I'm Katrina ... Justice" she said obviously not paying attention to what the woman had said.

The woman laughed good heartedly and fake, "Oh I know! We all know! Your story is actually quite interesting, the whole kidnapping ordeal, tell me Katrina how did you feel in that moment?" the woman asked Kat who blinked at her stupidity.

Katrina looked off to the side of the camera in a 'really' fashion to someone in annoyance.

She rolled her eyes before sighing and looking back at the interviewer, "I felt scared" Katrina said giving the woman a dead look.

I couldn't hold back the grin that hit my face.

Such the smart ass.

I woman coughed, obviously not use to dealing with the headache that is Katrina Justice.

"Oh ... anything else?" she asked hesitantly.

Katrina looked at the woman, "Besides the fear of meeting one of the notorious villains in the world? I really wanted to ask for his autograph, but he was a little busy committing arson" she sighed looking at the woman as though she was stupid.

The woman looked at the camera man in panic, obviously she was not expecting this hostility. "Well Katrina, I really asked you here so that you could your story out. What is the real reason you came to my show today?" the woman asked trying to reign in the interview.

Katrina's eyes lit up like Hell's fire.

I chuckled, oh this was going to be good.

"I came here today because apparently after you've been kidnapped the police feel like its necessary to pin some of the crimes my kidnapper may or may not have committed while I was in his presence, on me. Not like I'm the 20 year old college student was enough issues as it is, but noo the police think I should go down for some crimes, due to the fact that they cannot catch who they believe to be the true criminal because they have the IQ's of dead plants. Thats why I am here today Cora-"

"Cathy-"

"I mean I was taken! Literally scared shitless then taken. And these sons of some, am I allowed to cuss? It doesn't even matter! These bitches known as the police force, want to blame me for something I didn't do- but funny they can't because they have no fucking proof anyway so they can kiss my ass. None of this is even my fault. He just left me, up and left me do you realize how that makes me feel?! Do you know no one has asked me how I feel?" Katrina raged.

"... How do you feel?" Cathy stuttered out.

"I feel like I've been set up. I feel like someone has me on a fucking chess board and is moving me around to their will!" Katrina screamed.

"How does that make you feel?" Cathy asked.

"I FUCKING HATE CHESS!" Katrina screamed at Cathy, who looked like she was about to run off stage. "I hate him for this! I don't deserve this, or what he did to me! I was perfectly fucking fine before he came along and decided to play the fucking human torch for a day! I HATE him, I absolutely HATE him!" Katrina screamed kicking her heels off in a tantrum.

Cathy descended like a vulture. "You should hate him, what he did to you was awful. He is the worse man in the world and you didn't deserve what happened to you. He is a villain, a monster, a killer. You deserve to hate him, Katrina. We all hate him!" Cathy said trying to console Katrina.

It felt like a kick to the chest.

She deserved to hate me, I deserved her hatred, because it was my fault.

I looked away from the TV.

"No"

Katrina's voice rang out.

My head snapped back in confusion. No?

"No?" Cathy asked confused.

"No!"Katrina yelled.

"I don't-" Katrina jumped up so fast and yanked Cathy's mic out of her hand before shoving her sideways causing Cathy and her chair to go tipping off screen with a hard crash.

I looked shocked as Katrina's face overtook the whole screen, "NO! He doesn't deserve hate from anyone of you clueless fuckers! He deserves mine because he is a prick dick, but no one elses. Everyone immediately wrote him off as a villain someone who has no worth except for messing with someone else. And hell he is an absolutely terrible person, I mean a terrible, horrendous person and he has a terrible personality, like one of a wailing PMSing teenage girl, but he is a hero. HE IS MY FUCKING HERO. He has saved me more times than I count, and no one has done something like that for me. So to all you haters you can suck. My. Di-"

The camera quickly cut off only to come back on a second later to see Cathy fighting Katrina for her mic. "GIVE IT BACK!"

"SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!" Katrina screamed before they both fell to the ground.

There were grunts of pain before Katrina's wild head popped up the mic in her hand, "PS I SAY FUCK YOU KNOT!" She screamed before her eyed widened in panic at Cathy running at her full speed.

Katrina obviously panicked as she chucked the mic at Cathy's head. Cathy dropped to the ground immediately, but what really shocked everyone was when the mic rocketed off Cathy's head and flew to the camera.

It made a harsh thud with the camera man before he fell to the ground and dropped the camera as well.

There was dead silence as we saw Cath'y unconscious body on the ground and Katrina's bare feet that were jumping in panic.

"Jesus Katrina!" a males voice boomed out after a second.

My body tensed at the voice.

His feet made their way to Katrina as he stood next to her, "She tried to fucking bum rush me!" Katrina hissed back at him.

"So you knock her and the camera man unconscious?!" he screamed.

"Shut up Daniel" she growled.

I remembered the name immediately, the man from the gala we went to in order to get Corey.

"Well he'll definitely see this" he shrugs stepping closer to her making me fits clench in anger.

"Everyone will see this. This shit will go viral" Katrina groaned in embarrassment.

The guy took a closer step to her, "Hey everything is working out" he said, I just knew in my stomach he was touching her and it had sparks shooting from my hands.

I ground my jaw in anger.

"Daniel if you lay another hand on me, I'm going to take your right ball and hand it above my bed as a trophy, so I suggest unless you want to be horribly disfigured front the waist down then you should get your hand off my ass" she hissed.

The man immediately took a huge step back, "I though we were friends" he whines.

"I have wet dreams of stabbing you in the eyes with knives ... so no we aren't friends. You are a tick and I need help, so shut up and take me home" she commanded.

He sighed before walking over to her shoes and quickly getting back to her side, "Lets get out of here before security and the police show up" he whispers quickly.

"I wonder whats taking them so long?" she asked walking off camera.

"HEY STOP YOU TWO!"

"Fuck!" I heard Katrina scream before their running was heard and the slamming of a door.

We a stood shocked shitless at what we had just seen.

She's definitely planning something.

Something most likely bad.

My phone dinged as I stood up to leave. I quickly looked to see it was a message from the Shadow.

Looks like today just keeps getting more interesting.



Katrina's POV

I quickly gathered my stuff shooting glares at the looks I was getting in class.

Carrie quickly made her way outside with me, "I'm going to go see if I can steal someone's notes" she smiles.

"You can use mine" I tell her confused.

"You take terrible notes, and I am getting these for you and me" she sighs rolling her eyes before taking off after some kid in our class.

I sigh and turn and quickly collide harshly with a flashing body.

I drop my books, and turn to glare at who ever hit me to see them ten feet away speed walking like a fucking olympian.

I sigh and drop to my knees grabbing my books, to find a note shoved into my book.

I quickly grab it and open it.

I can help, meet me at club Born in 15 minuets. - The Knot.

I quickly re-read the message and grab my shit before hauling ass towards the empty club four blocks away.

I quickly make my way there and slip through a side door.

This could be it, a way to get this shit out of my body.

Hopefully I just have to take some type of detox and all the stuff will just melt out of my pores or something. Not really sure, but something would be better than nothing.

I walk into the dark room and nearly shit myself when the lights flash on.

I turned trying to block the light when a voice boomed out at me. "Katrina!"

I practically tripped and barely caught myself, my eyes finally adjusted and in front of me stood a average height man in a tight green suit that covered his whole body.

"Are you The Knot?" I asked as I approached him.

He nodded.

I sighed, "Can you help me?" I asked him.

He shook his head no.

"What do you mean no?" I asked him.

"I can't help you, but you can help yourself" he said. His voice was deep and his red eyes shown through his suit giving me an wary feeling of Edward Cullen and his gang of vampires would descend down and eat me alive.

So I've been coping my watching movies and Twilight, mostly Twilight, constantly and always on a loop. So, don't judge.

"I help myself? Well I tried popping the suckers out like pimples, didn't work" I sighed annoyed he wasn't really laying down any wisdom.

He just looked at me, "what you have to do, may kill you- how dedicated are you to this?" he asked.

"Very. Now tell me what to do" I demanded.

He shoulders shook like he was laughing, "It won't be easy" he said.

Oh boy, did I know that.



Blue's POV

I landed heavily in an abandoned warehouse and looked around.

He materialized out of the shadows like a demon.

He laughed a deep heart laugh, "Blue Doom"

"Shadow" I ground out annoyed.

His head was mine, he made a terrible mistake and it was to my advantage, I would rip him limp from limp.

He chuckled like he could hear my thoughts.

"Now, now. Blue Doom, I'll give you a chance, I am a fair person after all. You can either spend you time here with me, or you can save her, be that ... hero she called you" he laughed.

My whole body tensed.

What was he talking about?

"She made contact with the Knot and I hate to tell you but in order for her to get those bars out of her skin she'll have to push them out. Chances of her survival? I'd say 13%" he chuckled.

My chest tightened and I tensed.

"You are lying" I growled at him.

"Am I? Because according to my calculations Katrina should be about to take a dive in an electric pool, to surprisingly be with you. I bet the Knot didn't tell her that the chances of her actually surviving the process is very very very very low" The Shadow sighed.

I didn't even think, I just took off.

I flew faster than I ever had, and I just prayed I would make it in time, just prayer.

Come on Kat, don't do anything stupid.

I can't loose her.

Not her.

Not again.