"Yes Madam, this is one of the main camps of our impersonators." She raised her head and pointed towards a swordsman who was sitting under a tree napping. "That man over there is one of their stronger soldiers. There should be another one but they don't seem to be here."

"Good." Maddison clicked her tongue. "You may move."

Katherine's once meek and scared looking face turned into a disgusting salivating smile. "Can I?" 

"Don't make me say it twice or else I'll blow your head off again." The leader growled and glared at the woman, but that same woman didn't seem afraid anymore.

"AHEEE!" Katherine jumped excitedly from the tree and dragged her fingers down its trunks. It looked painful, ripping off her fingernails, and skinning the tips of it too but it regenerated before it could even cause much pain.

Maddison, the Red Witch, looked on as Katherine's flesh contorted and shifted revealing her muscular system and then snapping back into her body.

She looked completely different now, like a completely different human being. 

Katherine's special abilities weren't anything spectacular but the way she handled it allowed her to climb the ranks in the Underworld. She was meek and shy but when it came to do work, her expression shifts to utter focus and insanity.

She walked up to one of the guards who was arranging the swords and guns in an underexposed part of the camp. The guard didn't notice her as she silently stepped behind him.

"Hello there." She grinned and the guard tried to shriek but his mouth was shut in an instant then in a blink of an eye.

Snap!

The guard's body fell to the floor with his head rotated 180 degrees. Her body then untangled once more and her skin fell off and restucked itself onto her. This time her figure and appearance resembled that of the man she had just murdered, she quickly stripped the body of it's clothes so that she could wear it herself.

"Hey Kyle!" A guard called from the other side. "Come over here!"

Katherine panicked a bit. She might be able to copy appearances but she still couldn't do so with voices. She hurriedly stepped out and faced the other man who was calling for the guard.

"There you are." The man chuckled. "Sir Hemming was asking about the swords, if they were stocked already?"

Katherine remained silent. The man's face scrunched in confusion. He put his hands on the shoulders of what he thought was his friend.

"Kyle? You goo–" He couldn't continue his words as something akin to white marble pierced his chest and straight through his back. 

The other guards looked on in horror as the man slumped. The light gone from his eyes. 

"My! My! Madam would be so unimpressed at how easily I was found out." Her face turned to sickening ecstasy. "I wonder how she'll punish me this time." Her grin was manic, and her flushed face made stomachs churn in disgust.

"Will she crush my skull? Break my limbs? Snap me in two!? Ohhh it excites me to think about it!" Katherine's fake skin then once more shifted appearances and she regained her original look. "Oh Madam, please show your mercy to poor old me." She looked up to the tall tree and Maddison was there glaring at her. She squealed in both fear and excitement. 

"I-Its… IT'S THE UNDERWORLD, THEY HAVE THE CHAMELEON ON US!" One of the guards screamed and the rest flew into a panic.

"Chameleon? I don't like that nickname, it's far too basic." Her legs then turned veiny and compressed like a spring before she launched from the ground at high speeds.

In mid-air she grabbed one of the guards' heads, picked him up, and slammed it right into a tree, instantly killing the guy. She then threw the body into the other men that were trying to attack her.

"SHOOT HER!" A man who was likely to be the leader of the small group ordered and a barrage of bullets flew like a tidal wave towards her.

She ate it all up of course. Letting her body be mangled by the onslaught of circular metal balls that turned her body into a mess of holes that a comparison to cheese would be a complete understatement to her current situation.

Her arms fell off and her body stumbled into the dirt, bleeding and seemingly dying.

"Did we get her?" A naive soldier spoke.

"As I thought, it doesn't feel good when others do it." Katherine's torn body began to mend. Her arms flew back into her shoulders. The blood that fell slipped back inside her and before you knew it, she was good as new with the only signs of her ever being shot was her torn clothes.

"Sh-She's a monster!"

Katherine ran her fingers through her short blonde hair. Her teeth turned to fangs and her eyes turned bloodshot red, her arms tightened to show her veins and her fingernails grew long and sharp. "I hate that word."

She dashed once again in a speed that even a blink would cost your life. The soldiers shrieked as she was about to clash towards them, but suddenly a metallic clang rang throughout the clearing.

"How did you find this place?" The swordsman from earlier spoke in a calm demeanor. He wore a loose bathrobe-like cloth that exposed half his upper body. He had long hair and a burn mark on his forehead. 

He had worn large puffy silk pants and wooden sandals. He didn't open his eyes and his blade was sheathed like he didn't draw it out in the first place.

"Does that even matter?" Katherine put her hands on her hips and wiped the dust off of her dress. "I was sent here to kill the filthy rats, who dared harm my Madam's reputation." She crossed her arms and glared at the swordsman.

"I'm afraid you won't be returning to whoever your leader is, for you will die right where you stand!" The swordsman claimed loudly and he tried to draw his sword as fast as possible but before he could even touch the hilt, dainty hands found themselves already wrapped around his katana's handguard.

His body froze as the face of the woman he had just mocked was right in front of him, her hair gently settling back into place as if the air had just begun to catch up to her speed.

"You thought I was being serious earlier?" Katherine had a menacing smile as her body bent in an unimaginable way with her leg slicing through wind and rearing close to the swordsman's head. "Stuuuupid."

And the kick landed with a snap and sent the man flying into the forest.

Katherine flipped and landed on her two feet. "You're not dead already, are you?"

The man stood up with his sword pierced to the ground and his clothes torn to shreds. He coughed blood and his eyes finally opened, revealing irises filled with rage. With a hoarse and bloody voice, the swordsman growled, "Just who are you?"

The woman looked up at the tree once more and saw the girl who she had sworn her loyalty to even if she was ten years younger than her. 

For her the answer to that question was simple. She took a stance and her body once again tightened revealing the veins in her muscles. 

With a malicious smile she spoke, "Katherine Weathers, Her Madam's sworn servant."