@haemoneiron
Catra was out in the lowest parts of Fibonacci ward past dark. She was on orders from Shigaraki to observe a deal a local street gang and rival of the league was conducting. At this hour only stray cats like her were awake. Catra was on the rooftop, crouched on all fours. She had a black cloak pulled over her usual red ensemble, which made her blend in almost perfectly with the dark.
She was just a pair of glowing eyes in the dark. She watched.
Below the street gang was attempting to purchase bullets. Catra saw several of the hooded members try to sneak behind the vendor with silver hair, and she got the idea these men weren’t planning on paying. Too bad. Catra felt sorry for her. She wondered what Adora would do in this situation. Probably jump in and play hero. Ick. Yuck.
Then, she remembered what Shigaraki told her. She was free to kill the people she didn’t like. Catra pounced from above, and landed on top of one of the attackers. She landed perfectly like a gymnast, right on his face. She jumped up, bouncing off of him and looked around. She heard the sound of several gun shots. It was earsplitting, and she brought her clawed hands to both of her ears recoiling from the noise.
When she looked up again there was blood everywhere. It was the last thing she expected to see. The silver haired woman was standing in the middle of a field of red flowers. Disortiented, Catra failed to comprehend the scene before her eyes. It was nothing like flowers, but rather a large amount of death. She was shaking. She thought this woman was terrifying. She thought this woman was beautiful. She saw the woman sucking blood down and thought this woman must have been inextricably linked to death.
Catra's lip twitched and she smirked.
“How did you get so good at killing shit?” Play it cool. Play it cool.
“You’re almost as good as I am.”
