Claws and Cuts(Catra angst--SHE-RA fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Catra sat on the floor of her cell. Glimmer had been sassy, causing Catra to be thrown into a cell due to her resistance.

Here she was, the lowest of the low. Lower than she ever thought she would get.

And she actually felt it.

Her thoughts were so jumbled, being tossed around.

What was she to think about first?

The fact that's she's been captured by Horde PRIME and has made a deal she can't follow through and might kill more people than before?

Or the fact that she's been abandoned by everyone she's ever known or trusted, driven them away, and doesn't deserve to be in this cell because she deserves to be dead?

Catra's body shook as she dry cried. The horribly crying where you've run out of tears and energy to cry, so you just sob dryly.

She tried to think about how to escape, but what did she have to escape for?

Nothing.

Adora?

Hates her

Scorpia?

Left her

Double Trouble?

Betrayed her

She had nothing, she should just-

Suddenly the cell door opened.

"Lord Prime requests your presence," a mindless servant said.

Catra slowly stood up.

She had decided. If she can't have anyone herself, at least help others: Make sure Prime doesn't get Ethria.

And that meant doing the one thing she's good at:

Manipulation.