Catra sighed as the skiff sped across the Crimson Waste. The two clones accompanying her were silent as usual, and all she could think about were Shadow Weaver's words:
"Interrogate them and find out what the princesses are planning! Force it out of them if you must! Just make sure you have something to tell Horde Prime - or you'll suffer the same fate as Adora." Shadow Weaver had practically cooed that last part. She loved what had happened to Adora.
Two weeks had passed since they had all been teleported onto Horde Prime's ship, and within the first few minutes She-Ra had fallen through the floor and gotten violently knocked out several stories below. That fall would have killed Adora had she not been She-Ra.
When She-Ra's body was recovered, she was unceremoniously dragged to a chamber with a creepy green pool, thrown in and practically fried alive until her mind was blank. Catra had been there for all of it – along with Shadow Weaver. Scorpia and Entrapta had simply been dragged off to a cell. They were still there, and there was a reason nothing had happened to them yet. Catra frowned as she remembered the scene in that room.
She-Ra had been thrown unconscious into the pool. Before long, the pain of the water woke She-Ra up, and she began screaming in agony. Catra's eyes went wide and she begged:
"Stop it! You're killing her!" Horde Prime ignored her and Shadow Weaver snarled:
"Shut up, Catra! This is Horde Prime's will." Catra hissed, tugging at the three clones holding her down. She continued to yell at Horde Prime:
"NO! Stop this – please! Let her go!" Horde Prime had laughed at that, turned to Catra and said:
"Oh, but I thought you didn't care about Adora? You two are enemies, are you not?" Catra had then gasped as She-Ra changed back into Adora, and the cries of pain grew louder and louder. Tears began to roll down Catra's cheeks. She turned to Shadow Weaver, who was beginning to look a little concerned at Adora's suffering. Realizing she still would not do anything, Catra then closed her eyes and made a decision:
"Let her go, and I'll work for you. Did you hear that? I'll work for you! Don't kill her!" Horde Prime had raised his eyebrow at this, snapped his fingers, and two clones immediately began to pull Adora out of the water. Horde Prime then walked over to Catra, cupped her face in his hand, smiling devilishly as he did so, and growled:
"Very well. Prime is merciful." He then pulled back and motioned for his clones to release Catra. He then continued:
"My little brother was incompetent, inadequate, a failure. You defeated him and became the rightful leader of the Horde. Your allegiance is greatly appreciated, child." Catra visibly grimaced at that. She then looked over at Adora, who was panting and shaking nearby. Adora then began to look around – her eyes wide with terror. Horde Prime then interrupted Catra's focus by saying:
"I'll make you my right-hand – my general. You will serve under your former mentor, Shadow Weaver." Shadow Weaver, who had been standing still and completely unrestrained the entire time, bowed low and said:
"Thank you, my lord." Catra growled with hatred. She was right back where she started – she refused to give in so easily. She said:
"Alright, fine. You want me to serve you and my former mentor/ abuser? That's fine – but I want something in return! I don't just want you to spare Adora's life – I also want to you to spare the lives of Scorpia and Entrapta! And I'll need your word as a creepy space emperor that you'll do that!" Catra went white after blurting out the last bit. She had not been able to stop herself. Shadow Weaver's eyes went wide, and, for a moment, no one said anything. Then Horde Prime had chuckled and said:
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Gracefully Broken
FanficRated M for graphic depictions of violence and mature themes - I know Catra saving Adora from a Horde-related lethal injury has been done so many times already, but I love the idea and want to contribute my version. That being said, there will be so...