Leaving The Past

Chapter One: Runaway

Warning: Child abuse in this chapter. Shadow Weaver shouldn't be near people

Everything hurt.

Hell, even her bones seemed to ache with the electrical sting that only magic could leave behind. Only this time, it wasn't only the pain left behind from the magic or the welts she was sure was littering her body.

No, what hurt even worse than that was her heart because no matter how she looked at it. Adora had left her., left her here without so much as a thought about what the consequences would be once that Shadow Weaver discovered her absence.

Why didn't she let me come with her? Did she really think that she would save me from anything by making me stay behind? She should know by now that any time she screws up...I end up paying for it!

The thought made her stomach turn.

What if that was the only thing that she was to Adora? What if the only thing that the blonde had saw her as was some kind of whipping girl?

Had their friendship really meant nothing to her?

Catra felt like crying at that thought—although she wouldn't—No, she couldn't do anything to make Shadow Weaver think that she was finally broken.

That she had finally gotten to her.

No, she wasn't weak and she would rather die than let anyone think that.

It was with that thought that the half-feline staggered to her feet, panting from the pain.

This is the worse she's ever done...and that's saying something...guess she was afraid to actually kill me without a cause but she wanted to make me wish that she had. Catra thought as she glanced around the dimly lit room, seeing no sign of anyone or anyone.

Looks like the bitch had better things to do than make sure I stayed in a re-education chamber.

She thought as she slowly made her way back toward the barracks, knowing that the infirmary would be useless.

I shouldn't have stuck around....I should have left while I still had a chance. I shouldn't have.....

Catra froze when that particular thought hit her.

Who says I can't leave? If Adora could just abandon everyone here when everyone loved her....Then what is keeping me here?

It's not like anyone would miss me anyway.

Catra could take pain.

She knew that. She knew that she was stronger than what people believed she was...She had to be.

But yet if this was true, then why was it that with every jar of the skiff her whole body seemed to spasm?

Hell, even the wind against her fur hurt and she didn't even want to know the condition that her body was in for it to hurt this much.

Come on, you are better than this. You've dealt with this shit your whole life! You can take anything that is thrown at you! What is a beating? You've had worse.

She told herself mentally, although she wasn't quite so sure that this was the truth.

Sure, she had been beaten pretty badly before but she feared that anything worse than this would have killed her.

She wasn't sure how long she drove but she soon found herself outside of the Whispering Wood—and definitely not in Bright-Moon.

Well this is as good of place as any to rest....Shadow Weaver and the others wouldn't dream of a traitorous Cadet running to the middle of Nowhere. They would try to infer-trait Bright-Moon first. She thought as she slowly dismounted the Riff, wincing as the movement irritated her injuries even further.

She glanced around then, sniffing at the air in case there were anyone else nearby, hoping that there wasn't since she really didn't feel like putting up with a pity party or being forced to talk to anyone at all at the moment.

All she really wanted was some sleep.

Maybe when I wake up I'll be able to figure out where to go from here. I am absoultely not going to go deal with those prissy princesses. Adora can take them and that big, glowing sword and shove it up her ass.

She thought as she got comfortable the best she could on the ground.