𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗧𝗛𝗬 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗢𝗦 ✓

bonus chapter | 01

"Death seems worse only if she had a heart"

(TW: violence included)

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"I cannot believe that Boss gave us only a girl. I expected two more. Where is the fun with only one?" The group laughs as they listen to one of them speaking.

"Maybe if we impress the Boss we-"

The elevator's door opens making the conversation halt and look at the visitor.

There she is in her bloody black gown that still looks like she is wearing the crown of the Donna. Blood drips from her fingers that are gripping the knife to the man's face before pulling it out from his mouth and dropping him near her black stilettos.

She flings the right-hand hammer to the left and pulls out a small flip mirror, looking at herself. "Not bad. At least my mascara is waterproof." Vertical lines of blood are flowing on the left side of her face, making her look scarier, which matches her personality. Five more corpses surround her and the interior of the elevator seems like it witnessed slashes of blood sticking against the wall and on the floor. The click sounds louder than anything in the room. Her eyes slowly and gradually meet them smiling manically. Her pearly teeth seem whiter on her red face as she licks the blood from her lips. "You all have something of mine that I need back."

The silence that prevailed for a while breaks as a roar of laughter follows. "I guess the Boss gave us another pussy for free." The one that speaks licks his chapped lips as he watches her ethereal beauty but the beast residing in her seems abstract. "Which gloryhole she prefers?"

"Who are you?"

She smiles. "A good question." She straightens herself. "I am your new Donna."

Those sinister snickering increases as they have a belly filled with laughter. "A woman much less than a girl will be our Donna? You must be serving us. More or less be pregnant and produce kids and satisfy us." The fellow indicates his crotch and tugs it to show he is hard, letting his friends chuckle.

"I am aiming for that." She smiles. "So, whose first to get smashed?"

"We don't fight with females, whore."

"Thanks for stating my gender. The gynaecologist seemed to forget to tell me I am a female."

The ego-buster guy growls and steps in front. He grins. "Well, then, let me do the honour and kill you all at once. I am also feeling that I might be into necrophilia. I will test it on your dead body."

She steps out of the elevator carrying a knife in her left hand and a hammer in her right. Gun tucked in her garter belt, poisonous pins around her neck as jewellery, and deadly spiked brass knuckles on both of her hands, seems like she has been preparing for the war since the very beginning. She blows the fringe from her eyes and smirks. It's time to begin her fight as she watches him approaching her in rapid steps.

"Oh boy, you must pray to God to save you 'cause I won't show any mercy to pitiful pigs like you." With that, she raises her right hand in the air and blows him horizontally; he did not see that coming from her loose composure not three seconds ago.

"O-Oh fuck."

The body falls like a puddle on the cement floor and splatters blood from his broken head. She giggles. "Well, that was too fast. I give you -1/10. You entertained me enough to bore me." Her wild violet eyes search for her next victim. "Come and beat me. I am waiting."

Men approach with their weapons to strike her.

"One question, please," Her smile turns into a grim expression. "Have you done anything to your captor?"

"Oh, so you came for her. Don't worry, we haven't done it yet, but-"The speaker drops dead at her single stab in his abdomen.

She closes her eyes and sighs. "Thank Umbria. If anything would have happened to her," She reopens her lids and smirks. "I wouldn't have taken this task lightly." She crosses her hand, dodges a punch, and gives the one straight to his gut before castrating his crotch. "You said I must serve you. I guess you will rate me 5/5." She laughs swinging her hammer and smashing anyone she feels near her boundary and stabbing those who missed her earlier blow.

She was attending her mother's funeral when she got to know her best friend had been kidnapped. She had to rush here, but before she could say anything, a punch came out of nowhere that triggered her kill switch. Until and unless she gets her goal completed, she won't rest nor will she let obstacles be in her way.

She is Caterina Berlusconi, the daughter of Rebecca and Dante Berlusconi. Today seemed to be her birthday, but then she had a big task, and that was to kill her mother. Oh, how disappointing it was for our beautiful Caterina to give her mother a quick death after what she had done in her life, also not to forget her father's contribution to making her suffer from psychopathic tendencies and antisocial disorder. Her only supporter was her boyfriend, and the breakup hit the nail in the coffin of her feelings.

The only person who can understand her is her best friend, Adeline, and Dante tries to separate her. Oh, how foolish of him to do that. Now, as she is being stabbed by someone behind her and uses one of the pins to aim at his eyes, she decides how far she will go to give Dante the death he needs. She wants him dead but also doesn't want anyone to find his ashes. An impossible task, no less.

She draws out guttural sounds from her opponent and laughs. "Aww, look at you. Don't worry I won't lower my standard to do what you stated of doing with my body. I will sell you to the highest bidder and get the best money in exchange for your body." She loves looking at the sight of horror planted on his face before he screams incoherently, which lets her punch right across his face, letting holes form by her spikes.

A gunshots behind her as it only leaves a graze on her forearm. She grins while looking at the hitman over her shoulder. "Oh boy, you are fighting with someone who has nothing to lose but everything to gain."

"You wish you were never born."

She rolls her eyes and directly flings the knife inside his mouth shutting him off. "I know." She smiles while pulling out the strapped gun and blindly shooting in a circle.

The left ones either got the hammer slash or poisonous pin darts in their eyes.

She turns to look at the injured man and grins happily.

"Ask me the same question again." She orders.

He coughs, splattering blood on the floor. "W-What?"

"Ask me the question you once did before."

"Who are you?"

She is smiling as she tosses the hammer and raps it on his head, silencing him forever. "The Reaper. I am the Reaper."

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I know it's not what you guys were waiting for but I wanted you all to show how her brain processes during the point of destruction and harming. I didn't make her for weak mindsets, I made her to be bold, anti-social and emotionally confuse of her feelings during sensitive topics especially love. I love her, I just want to hug her.

What's your thought about Caterina? Did you like her character?