CATRA stares at the ceiling.
Outside, the sky roars.
'Hello sweetling....' She murmurs as Morrigan curls around her forearm.
He hisses and nuzzles against her wrist.
'I get it. Something needs to be done about the apocalypse. But...'
He hissed again. This time, more insistently.
'Okay then....'
Reluctantly, she slides off of the bed onto her feet.
'If I'm caught, I'm blaming you.' She mutters to her serpent friend.
There is no reply.
She makes her wake through the hut, grateful for the silence and lack of work.
If Avena had been awake, she surely would've interrogated her.
The second Catra steps out of the hut, she is wacked in the face with a gust of air.
Rain falls hard on the land, plastering her hair to her head and her clothes to her body.
There is loud crackles of lightening high in the clouds, alongside the deep rumbles of thunder.
Catra cracks a grin.
She didn't feel so alone with such a cacophony of chaos above her.
She strides through the mudslicken grass, her hands limp by her side.
She imagines what she must appear like to any possible onlookers. In her snow white nightgown swirling around her, hair slicked back out of her face, scars across her shoulders, neck and legs.
Insane. Mad. A psychotic doll, perhaps.
She delights in it.
It is not long before she arrives at the cliff's overlooking Elisia.
Now a thousand times more dangerous in the midst of a storm.
She leaps up, barely catching the hold.
She pulls herself up, feeling the winds roar around her.
'The sea will crush you if you blind yourself in focus of something else. That applies to many other things too.'
Rhys' words ring in her head.
She scales the cliff with surreal ease. Her hands scrabbling to find purchase.
"You have no idea just how cruel life can be, sunshine."
The muscles in her jaw clench.
"Catra. I want you to say goodbye for me. That's it."
Her lip twitches. She marches across the mountain summit.
"Basically, Life sucks sometimes, but you gotta make it through anyways, y'know?'
She swallows back a cry.
"What did I say about blaming yourself?"
A single tear wells in her eyes.
"You promised you would be gone for a week or two! Not seven!'
Rhys.
Avena.
Aeris.
C'yra.
Amato.
Naeva.
Her knees buckled. Her hands slid.
Her whole body trembles as she screams into the storm.
No one can hear her. No one can save her from all the memories she is reliving.
She wants her parents. She wants her sisters and her twin. She wants her guard back. She just wants her family.
She wants go home.
So she cries.
She cries into a storm.
A storm that drowns out her every sound.
She has forsaken her gods, or perhaps she has become them.
She doesn't know.
She doesn't know anything really, just the here and the now and what should've happened.
She collapses, worn to the bone.
If this is what it means to be a god, then she doesn't want to be one.
If this is what it means to be human. Then she'd rather face the darkness.
If this is what it means to be alive. Then she wants to be dead.
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Escaping Corruption (Seasons 1-3)
Fanfiction(Set in s3) (s1 of Escaping Corruption summary) Catra has been sent to Beast Island. But, when the storms around the island get a tad too violent, and she's thrown into the sea to drown, a mysterious duo save her. Adora strives to win. But when Ca...
