Moonlight

The Runaway

Scorpia prepared herself for whatever anger was facing her behind the door. She could already hear the sounds of objects being thrown, scratched, and destroyed. She exhaled, and walked into the room.

Catra was sitting on her bed, face in her hands crying. Scorpia rushed over, desperate to help her wildcat.

"Catra, are you okay? It's alright! I promise, it was only one soldier, I mean, what's the worst that could hap-" Catra cut her off, standing up defensively. "I don't know, maybe, I could lose my position as fORCE captain!"

Her harshness cut into Scorpia, reaching someplace deep, feeding into feelings she kept trying to repress. She wanted to help her so bad, but she knew now that Catra was her worst enemy when it came to herself. She did all these awful things to herself, and it killed Scorpia inside.

She loved her. She loved her so bad. But it hurt her so much. She knew she could never be like Adora. She had already tried, but Scopia knew she just couldn't.

"I'm... I'm sorry. Here are those reports from the scouts. The last we heard, he had successfully made it to the rebellion. He's out of our hands, for now." Scorpia turned away from Catra, handing over the files.

Gotta sighed, and snatched them from Scorpia's hand. "That will be all."

Scorpia stood up and turned towards the door. She couldn't help but hesitant, and turn to look back at Catra.

"Leave. Now."

Her beautiful hair fell around her in tangles. Tears had left her eyes red and tired. Her amazing eyes like the most precious stones, glaring at her in look of hate and resent.

And with that, Scorpia left, leaving Carta alone with herself. The one person she hated to be alone with. She sat down again, and half-heartedly looked through the file.

Kyle. Who would have ever thought he would have been the one to runaway. Catra couldn't help but think that it was something of Adora's doing. Maybe she had come back to Horde, just to spite her, and began recruiting undercover operatives for the rebellion.

She could see it now, Adora sneaking in with her stupid friends, Sparkle and Boat. Adora would round up all the Horde weaklings, give them some talk about friendship, and how the Horde is the "bad guy." She would have that serious look on her face, the face that had always looked for the best in people. And that smile, that damn smile. It would make anyone believe in something better.

She snapped out of whatever haze she had been, and focused on trying to figure out whatever plan the rebellion was having. She sat in the dark on their bed, the one they used to share, and thought be herself, all alone.