Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Catherine Kills ❯ Catherine Kills ( Chapter 1 )

Catherine Kills

by cozzybob

 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. If it's recognizable at all, the universe of Gundam Wing and its characters belong to Sunrise and other shareholders. Not me. I did not make any money borrowing them and do not plan to do so in the future. This, like all other fanfiction, was written for sheer pleasure alone.

 

Rated: R

 

Pair: none, only Catherine

 

Warning: gore, blood, violence, OC death, angst

 

Note: Here's to the proof that my muse has gone off the deep end...

 

 

 

Catherine studied her own expression in the mirrored edge of the blade, and she did not like what she saw. She flicked the knife angrily into the air and caught it again by the hilt, frowning darkly as she eyed the man before her a look only associated with predators. The man, bound and gagged on the floor of her trailer, squirmed uncomfortably.

 

She breathed in deeply, calming the nerves her face did not show. "You're from OZ," she said.

 

It was not a question. The man did not move.

 

Catherine's frown curled into a sneer of hatred. "You were in Trowa's trailer."

 

Still, the man did not move. Catherine loomed over him, her teeth gritting furiously in the cramped cabin. She pulled four other knives from thin air and positioned them expertly in one hand.

 

"You know what he is," she continued quietly.

 

There was silence. Again, the man did not move.

 

"I can't let you hurt him."

 

Her gray eyes glinted mysteriously.

 

The first knife sailed out of Catherine's hand in a blur of steel and caught itself into the floor so close to the bound man's face that a thin red line streamed down his cheek. All of her knives were extremely sharp, and Catherine felt pride that she was as good as she was, her knives loved and cared for like another extension of her body.

 

But she did not smile. "I'm going to have to kill you," she said.

 

The remaining three knives whipped from her fingers like three silver bullets and gorged themselves at specific points throughout his body. Blood spewed like a geyser and splashed upon her face, but Catherine only stood there. The man thrashed, and then made an odd gargling noise that echoed in the claustrophobic walls--a plea, issued from a bloodied and gagged mouth. He wanted to die.

 

Catherine took the knife from beside his head, and drove it deeply into his heart. When she pulled away, her eyes were wet. She stood there and she cried.

 

--Fini