Cato Zoldyck

Chapter One

"Time to get up!" A loud, deep voice fills the pitch black room and a second later lights fill the room to show that the room was all white and only had a bed and clothes all over the room. No windows. Nothing on the walls. Nothing. The only thing on the wall was 4 cameras and a big ass speaker.

"I'm up" was all Cato said as she sat up and rubbed the sleep away from her eye added with a yawn. She stretched her arms above her head and looked around the room.

Before she could full awake on her own the big metal door opened up and men came rushing in with full armor on with shelds up with guns, all pointing at her.
Cato didn't even flinch. She looked around the room and yawned once again. "Good morning, would you mind if I got dressed and had a bit of breakfast? I hate having to kill all of you before I eat" She says trying to lighten the mood a bit. Nothing happened. No one did anything.
Cato looked at the men a bit confused but got up anyway. All the men took a step back and got there guns ready to shoot.
"Really? Whatever" Cato said bored. And she was. Bored. She hated having to fight so early in the morning.
Cato started walking around the room creating a rhythm echo.
All the men were shocked and started firing there weapons rapidly. Cato then used her hand to chop off all the men's heads as she tackled and swiftly ran all around the room.

Once she was done she was standing on a pile of dead body's. Her night gown was covered in blood and so was her hands, there was also some blood on her cheek as well.
She looked around her room and saw that there was blood even on her bed, her clothes on the floor and some on the walls.

The medal door was still open. Cato tried to look outside of it but felt something shoot her in her arm. She looked to her right and saw a dart. She took her left hand and yanked it out but before she could look back up she was knocked out cold.