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"I want you to kill Adora or Glimmer. As you know, both are very important to the Rebellion. Killing at least one could finish them off," her superior, Hordak states. "Prove yourself to me and you will be my second-in-command." He waves his hand and gives her a blank expression.
"Yes, Hordak," Catra agrees with a smirk, raising an eyebrow. "Anything else?"
"Don't get caught," he states and waves her off, not saying another word.
Catra walks out, shaking from what she believes is excitement. By killing Adora, by ending this, this pain she's been feeling will no longer exist.
This will be easy, she believes.
Scorpia, who was waiting outside the whole time, stands off to the side. She doesn't like that look in her friend's eyes.
Catra murdering Adora, the girl she loved most, wouldn't that break her? Catra murdering someone. People did this all the time in the Horde, but Scorpia hasn't. Neither has Catra.
"I never doubt you, wildcat, but are you sure you can do it? Like actually kill Adora?" Scorpia questions while rubbing her arm nervously and forcing a smile.
"Of course I can. It'll be easy. She betrayed us, left me, how could it not be easy?" Catra snaps, walking faster.
"Because you still love her?"
Catra stops in place and clenches her fists. She looks back at Scorpia with anger in her eyes, all in her expression. Her fangs pierce her bottom lip and her eyes become small slits, glaring into Scorpia's.
"Don't talk to me. I don't need your opinions. I'm heading out tonight," Catra stomps off.
She doesn't love Adora. Killing her will be easy. Killing Glimmer will be easy. She'll kill the both of them and get the power she's wanted for so long.
The strong smell of Adora's blood hits her nose and the warm feeling of it on her fingers makes her shiver. The cold blade touches both of their skin; Catra's hand and Adora's throat. She sees the tears in Adora's eyes and hears the whimpers. She swears she can hear the quiet sound of the blood dripping from her wound.
Catra needs to press a little deeper and it's all over. Her mission is complete. But she stills. She shakes. Adora shuts her eyes, waiting for it to come.
"I'm sorry," Adora whispers and then expects the blade to be plunged into her throat.
She'll bleed out. Her heart will stop. Catra will leave. This will all be over.
But it doesn't come.
Catra lifts her blade and throws it away. Her hands shake and she digs her teeth into her bottom lip again.
"Fuck."