Callsign: Cat (Ghost X READER/OC)

Ch 17: Deicide's Fall

Cat slammed shoulder first into a shut door, the man having slammed the door shut before she got to him. Cat let out a guttural scream of frustration, hitting the door with her palms before stalking to the sides of the room. A locked door would not be the easiest to bust through, but Cat tried to find another entrance before looking around. Sure she could shoot the handle off, but it wouldn't guarantee the handle to come off, not considering how the bullet would likely ricochet and hit her. Cat paused as she came across an emergency station, equipped with a fire extinguisher and a fire axe. With a grin, Cat broke the glass of the fire axe case, grabbing the weapon with a small snort, and she went back to the locked door. With a grunt, she slammed the axe into the door. She gritted her teeth as the axe bounced off slightly from the door, every bang against the metal filled her ears with an unending ringing.

Cat swung harder and harder until the door gave way from her brutal swings. With a growl, Cat was finally able to force herself into the room, narrowing her eyes. Cat was staring down one of Makarov's men as he raised a gun at her. She adjusted her hold on the axe as she approached him, his form faltering from brave to cowering as he struggled to get his gun to shoot. Cat let out a low laugh as the gun was jammed, as the man couldn't get it to shoot, to take her down.

"Where is he? Where is Makarov?" She growled as she cornered him, watching his every movement like a hawk as he struggled to take off the slide so he could do anything. "Where's Makarov?" Cat yelled at the man, his silence pissing her off more. With a snarl, Cat slammed the man into the wall, her axe handle against his neck, "Fucking answer me!"

"I-I-I...." The man stuttered through a choking gasp, unable to push Cat off of him, his hand clawing at the axe's handle. "He's... he's here. Please.."

"Where is he?" Cat asked lowly as she pressed harder on the axe, the man's desperate clawing at her was only a minor annoyance, "Fucking speak." She continued with a sneer, her grip tightening further on the axe.

"Warehouse... mercy, please..." The man choked out, trying to plead for his life. Cat huffed as she shoved off the man, her axe falling to her side, as she watched the man grasp at his throat, leaving him gasping. "Thank you..." He gasped out, falling to his knees as he tilted his head back, grateful to be breathing.

"Mercy? Do you really expect mercy? You little mob wannabe didn't show Simon mercy..." Cat said coldly as she stared at her axe, turning it over in her hands as the man sputtered at her in confusion, "W-what? I didn't- didn't do anything?"

"You did... and your friends did too. Now it's your turn." Cat stated calmly as she raised her axe, bringing it swiftly down on the man. The blade tearing into the flesh of his forearm as he tried to protect himself, a yell of pain filled her ears as she ripped the metal from his arm and swung again. Cat growled as the axe barely went into the man's skull. Despite the groans of the man, she continued, forcing the blade of the axe out of his flesh and slamming it harder and harder into his body, even when he went limp. She didn't stop, not until her muscles were screaming with sweat running down her face, and his body? He was so mutilated his corpse barely resembled anything of what he had looked liked. Cat stumbled back away from the corpse, wiping her face, smearing sweat, dirt, and blood across her skin. Cat tore her gaze from the corpse, glancing at the blood covered room before looking at it once more. Cat bit back a horrified gasp as she stared at Simon. His body mangled, his eyes lifeless as Cat loosened her grip on her axe. It couldn't be Simon, Simon isn't here. Simon is with Johnny. Simon is safe. Cat repeated in her head, scrubbing her face with one hand before looking at the corpse again. Not Simon. It was Makarov's soldier. Not Simon. Cat didn't hurt Simon. Simon is fine, going to be fine. She needed to move. He said Makarov was in the warehouse. She needed to get to the warehouse. With unsteady steps, Cat stumbled from the bloody scene, roaming the building. She didn't know where the warehouse was here. This place was a labyrinth, leaving her to shove open any door she came across, slamming her axe into windows of rooms she had no clear view into. She needed to find Makarov, she had to find Makarov. He needed to suffer for what he had done, he deserved to die.