So this is Ju-Ji and Kitty. Kitty has turned out to be evil and insane. She just has, the way characters do sometimes, you know they just do their own thing. and dont listen to you. 
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Kitty intro
Part one: the phone call
Kitty hung up the phone, a maniacal smile already spreading across her delicate face. Well, it might have looked delicate but it was far from. She was stronger and more powerful then must guys. That’s not to suggest that girls can’t be strong though.
“Hey Ju-Ji,” she called to the small imp demon that was floating close to her left shoulder “looks like we got ourselves a job.”
“Really” he replied. He was always sarcastic, preferring witty repartee instead of keeping quiet.
“Seems like a simple job, I probably won’t need any weapons, but let’s bring the glock just in case.” Kitty paused “Get it please”
Ju-Ji let out a small, fake, gasp “She said please!” Kitty smacked him over the back of the head, proving she wouldn’t take anything from him.
“Just get the gun Ju-Ji”
“Yes Katherine”
“DON’T call me Katherine!” Kitty half-yelled at the small imp demon “It’s Kitty! I stopped being Katherine when I died” Ju-Ji retracted, thinking it wise to just do as she had asked. He floated across the room, to the large, antique, painting of a woman. She was in a 17th century dress, and wasn’t smiling. Kitty had refused to tell Ju-Ji who it was and it wasn’t officially recognised as a painting. He was guessing it was someone closely related to Kitty, possibly her mother or grandmother, as she had many features in common with Kitty.
Ju-Ji pressed his palm to a bit of clear wall to the right of the painting. His handprint was recognised and the wall swung slowly round. Where the stretch of plain wall, broken only by the painting had been, there now stood a wall covered in guns. Rifles. Hand guns. Sniper guns. The lot. Kitty had gathered quite the collection over the years. She grinned at her accomplishment. Ju-Ji grabbed the glock from it’s spot on the wall.
Part 2: The job
Kitty sat perched outside the building where her target was. Human, she wouldn’t of achieved this. The feline shapeshifter was the part of her that allowed her to do this. It was a very narrow stretch of framework, balanced between the two buildings.
The target in question was a man in his mid-forties. He was actually a lycanthrope. Kitty had gotten this job after he reportedly butchered someone. The case hadn’t stood up in court but the family of his victim wanted him gone. He looked fairly ordinary to the untrained eye, but to Kitty, after over two century’s of practice, was no amateur. He had done the crime. He held all the symptoms. He was nervous, not openly so, but it was in there. He also was slightly in shock. Kitty, with so much experience and enhanced senses knew he was definitely not innocent. She didn’t care herself, but the people hiring her might.
Kitty focused on him, raising her hand. She sliced downwards, directing it at her target. To her surprise, it didn’t do much damage. Mmm thought Kitty Natural Shields. I get to have some fun! She tiptoed along the scaffolding until she was right outside the window. She lifted it gently, slipping inside without a sound. She melted into the shadows. Kitty made her way around the room, calling softly.
“Hey doggie,” Her voice came from everywhere, yet nowhere “Kitty wants to play.” She let out a laugh, it was a cold, icy sound, made to put fear into the hearts of anyone who heard it. Kitty felt his heart rate speed up. Perfect she thought, grinning to herself.
Standing up slowly from her crouched position in the corner, Kitty made herself visible. She tilted her head slightly sideways.
“Hi”
“I I’m a sh shapeshifter you kn know” He stuttered “You d don’t want to h hurt me” Kitty moved inhumanly fast. One moment in the corner, the next, standing inches from him.
“That won’t make you any harder to kill.” She said with a hint of humour. He looked at her, eyes wide. She walked in a small circle around him, her hand playing across his shoulders.
Kitty walked slowly away, giving him an opportunity to escape. He took it, making a dash for the open door. Kitty whirled round, racing ahead of him and slamming the door shut.
“Leaving before we’re finished?” She asked, mockingly, wagging a finger at him, she continued “That’s not very nice!” He gave her a startled look.
“I’m going to have to punish you for that!” Kitty grabbed his arm twisting it slowly. He let out a cry of pain as his arm broke.
Kitty made her way back into the room. Her target and victim made another escape attempt. Rushing next to him, Kitty threw him to the ground. He landed on his stomach. Kitty knelt on his back, lowering her face next to his ear.
“You are going to make me angry” she whispered “and you don’t want to see me when I’m angry.”
Kitty partially changed, just her hand. She clawed his back with the tiger claws. Her eyes lit up as she watched blood ooze from the lines on his back.
“Your blood looks tasty doggie” She laughed, getting off his back. Her paw changed back to a human hand. Kitty pranced back to the window, sitting perched on the sill. She watched as her victim tried to crawl for safety. She stood up, making a flying leap. She landed on his back. He cried out in pain. He started crying.
“Please, I’m sorry!” He cried “I shouldn’t have done it , please let me go, I’ll never do it again” Kitty stepped off his back, grinding in her heel. He whimpered.
Leaning over, Kitty flipped him onto his back. Drawing a sharp nail across his cheek, she drew blood. Kitty watched his eyes, which were filled with the pain of all she had done to him. She walked around him. Grabbing him by the arms, she dragged him into the corner. Kitty knelt down in front of him, giving him an apologetic face.
“Are you really sorry?” she asked
“Yes” he sobbed
“Well you know what?” Kitty said, plunging her hand into his stomach “I don’t care!” She stepped back from him, laughing. She raised her bloody hand, licking it, in the manner of a cat. Her victim sat there holding his guts, dying. Kitty, watched him die, joy spread through her. She loved to kill, and she had just earned a few thousand dollars doing it.
