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When Glimmer came to she was left staring at the roof of the lower level of a metal bunk bed. At least she assumed it was metal. She ran a hand over it. It felt polished, like the marble back home at Bright Moon, but also something else that was very distinctly… alien.
“Where am I?” she mumbled to herself. It was then that she heard a very loud groan, pained, exhausted, and more like a yowl. She sat up in the bed quietly and slowly turned her head to face the source of the noise.
Across the silver and white room laid the last person that Glimmer would have wanted to see right then. Her hands balled into fists and she willed shining hot magic to flow into them, but the only heat she could feel was the blood coursing through her veins, pulsing along to a single rhythm: Killer… Killer… Killer…
“You!” Glimmer shouted.
And with that she was out of bed, nearly bumping herself on the metal bunk and marching over to the bunk bed parallel to hers. Her shoes were of a silvery foreign material and made little sound as she marched her way to the sleeping woman. She was dressed in a soft white jumpsuit that felt so light that it was almost as if she were wearing nothing at all.
The room was a small octagon shape, each halves mirroring the other exactly. Directly across, facing the far end, were the bunks, fairly hard compared to what Glimmer was used to, but Glimmer didn’t really expect actual hospitality from Horde Prime.
To Glimmer’s right was a long bleed-hole window with a simple metal table with two chairs leaned against its wall. To her left was a single door… with no door handle.
As Glimmer came nearer to the girl who was responsible for her mother’s death, who had destroyed her friend’s home, who had led so many battles that had killed so many lives, who had kidnapped her and her best friend, let them be tortured, broke her friend’s heart, and had done so many awful, awful things something stopped her.
She was sweating and shaking terribly. The bags below her eyelids were prominent and dark, something she hadn’t noticed before, and her eyes were squeezed tightly closed as she whimpered.
“No… no… no… please… STOP!” Catra jerked violently in place before shrinking in on herself, trembling with quiet sobs.
Glimmer backed away slowly, but a clawed hand suddenly shot from the hunched bundle and gripped her arm almost tight enough to draw blood. She yelped.
The haze cleared partially from those sad heterochromatic eyes and when recognition reached them she drew back, her face frightened and bashful. There were hints of shed tears running down her cheeks, complementing the various cuts and bruises that were plentiful there.
With no more than a weak chirp from the back of her sore throat, she curled back into a ball once more, no longer facing Glimmer, who thought it was pretty dumb to leave one’s back turned towards an enemy in such a vulnerable state.
Though as Glimmer’s mind thought back to her last approach of the magicat in the foundry, she didn’t think she was all too worried about dying. The thought made her shiver.
“Do it…”
Not knowing what else there was left to do, Glimmer walked back over to her bunk and laid down once more. Her last dream had been quite perplexing. Her usual dreams of her mother’s fading face interrupted by an otherworldly purple glow that swirled and swirled, her subconscious suspended in its murky depths.
She took a deep breath.
And she slept.
And that… was when the trouble started.