DISCLAIMER:The OC in this fanfiction is called Eve, and she's blonde. She is nowhere to be like Eve from the anime Black cat. they may have the same name and hair color but this eve is absolutly a whole other character with its own personality i made. Please don't imagine the other little Eve, i just adore this name. Thanks :) I don't own black cat !

Also i made Train left-handed .. i thought it was more special.

enjoy and please review.

I was going home after a long day, tired. I succeeded the job i had and got the bounty as a reward, that was pretty much my daily routine, hunting the bad guys to live. I was not feeling okay that day, i was sick, i had a fever and it was even worse not taking any medicaments, specially after passing more than 30 hours without sleep, i truely needed rest. The criminal i was chasing was not an easy one, but i got him anyway .. My feet were leading me to my apartment but my brain was away thinking, i wasn't sure what was i thinking though, i felt dizzy with every step i took, i just wanted to go home as fast as i could.

It was then, when i heard footsteps behind me, not as it was an odd thing because this was a little cutout from a busy street, but i kind of knew they were after me, i was correct. One big tall man stood in front of me, two others were behind, it happened very fast no one could react and get out of it, my weakness made it even easier for them. They put a big bag on my head covering my view and before i could even scream or reach my gun, one of them hit the back of my neck, it didnt last long till everything went blank.

I woke up.

"Where im i .." i whispered to my self as i tried to look around. I was tied very tightly to a wooden chair, on both hands and feet, very tight i wasn't sure if blood reached them anymore. There were no one in the room, i was alone in the center of it, with one single source of light hanging above my head, everything else was dark. My view wasn't clear, i was very weak, even moving my eylids was taking an effort. I struggled to move my head around, i looked at my self, my favorite kimono dress was destroyed, covered in blood, probably my own blood, i felt very cold and weak. My skin was covered in bruses, scars everywhere.. "wh.. why..". I felt pain but could not scream or even cry. I felt scared.

Time passed really slowly, 'this isn't the end i wanted .. i don't want to die, not here not now not like this' i thought to my self.. Suddenly the door broke open, several men entered the room, followed by an mid-aged man wearing a white suit, i suppose he was their boss, smoking a cigarette coming closer to me, he smelled disgusting, cigarettes and alcohol, typical rich bastard.. He then put his hand on my cheek moving it to my neck going down my chest, i felt my heart shaking, as the shocking realisation ran through my body, 'this cannot be happening to me' i said to my self 'he is not going to touch me..'. I understood why i was kidnapped. This man wanted to feed his desires, i was going to be used and killed afterwards, i knew it, but i couldnt do anything about it, thinking about it made me shaking even more, although i was trying to hide it it was very obvious..

The man laughed as he pulled my face upwards facing his disgusting figure. "I love you already little bitch." he continued laughing "too bad you're not going to live too long."

Just hearing that made me really horrified. Without thinking twice, i gathered what was left of energy in me and i let out a spit, that stained his jacket sleeve.. he let go of me right away, looking and sounding very angry. One of the men handed him a tissue that he used to wipe off that spit, he crumpeled the paper in his hand calmly, he threw it on the ground.. he froze a bit, then.. slapped me hard on my face. So hard the chair and i almost fell on the ground. That slap revived all the pain i forgot about .. i cried out in pain but i kept trying to hold in my crying just so he doesn't feel the satisfaction of torturing me, no one is going to help me now, this is it .. im going to die for sure.

Only if a miracle happened..

The man then left with all the other men, leaving me again, sitting alone there.. he told them not to kill me, not yet, which made me feel even more pain.. i thought it would be easier to just kill me, id rather die pure than live with that terrifying reality .. suddenly, a loud voice could be heard outside behind the door, followed by gun shots 'what was it' i said shaking again even harder feeling like my heart is going to stop at any moment as screams were getting louder, they sounded like they saw the demon, glass breaking, things crashing .. then the voices from earlier went silent.

Moments after, the door was violently opened by a man, running for his life i believed.. he was then on his knees begging for mercy, the man behind the door did not seem to be affected.. he shot him a split second after i closed my eyes.

i started losing consciousness, specially after seeing the dead body in front of my eyes, but i tried my best not to, this was just not the time to surrender.. as the man got closer and closer to me, bringing closer with him my end.. he wore everything black, at least thats what i could see from down where i was .. looking at his gun, scared, my heart was beating so fast so loud i swore i could hear its beating out loud.. the man finally moved his left hand, he was left handed i suppose, put his arm in its some-kind-of holster attached to his left leg, then got something from his jacket, it was a little knife, 'why is he making my death so painful ..' i thought as i felt tears rolling down my cheeks.

He did't kill me.

He used his knife to cut off the sturdy ropes around my feet then my hands. Our eyes met.. his golden eyes were just as scary as a demon's, they did not show any kind of emotions.. but he helped me, then started walking away, i tried speaking but my throat was so dry.. i blinked and just as i looked in front of me, the man was gone.

I gathered all my forces and struggled to get up, i walked slowly trying my very best not to vomit when i passed by the dead body from earlier. It was worse out here.. all the men i saw before were laying on the ground .. dead.

I ignored it, knowing too well i could not do anything about it, thinking that if i stayed here a bit longer i could end up just like them.

I went outside of the building people already were there, freaking out and shouting as they saw me in that scary condition :"call the ambulance..CALL THE COPS" And that was probably the last thing i heared before passing out.

I woke up, not knowing where im i exactly .. i had a harsh headache, i realised moments later, after looking a bit around, that i was in the hospital. I was laying on a bed, alone in a all-white room, attached to some cords that trasferred blood, of course, because i lost a lot of it from all those wounds, which now were covered in bondage, then the door opened.. it was a man with a bright smile on his face: "Oh ! You woke up !". He wore a long sleeved white apron, it was obvious that he was the doctor. "How are you doing, young lady?" he added cheerfully, i tried speaking out but no voices came out of my throat ?! panicking he rapidly handed me a glass of water :"Oh silly me! here you go.". I drank the whole glass then finally spoke :"i feel okay, i guess..". He replied :"That's amazing!" and let out a little laugh then continued :" Hopefully, you will be out in three days at least.. we need you to sign up some papers, then the police is going to have you answer some questions. I hope you don't mind that miss..?"

"Eve Reeman" i answered quickly."No, i don't."

Three days later i was out, i recovered quickly according to what the doctor said so i was free to go. I went straight to my apartemenet, it was not so far away, about a ten minutes walk.. i didn't really feel the time passing because of all these questions in my head waiting for answers :"Who are these guys? Did they know me? Were they after me, or i just happened to be there in the same time as them .. And, WHO the hell is that guy.. he murdered about twenty people in a matter of few minutes, not feeling any guilt, with no hesitation, why would he do that himself? Why not let the police handle it.. and then why on earth would he help me out ?!" it was just too much to really believe that this actually happened days ago..

I finally got home, went directly to my bed and fell asleep right away.

Let me introduce myself ..

My name is Eve Reeman, 19, i am a sweeper.