DE'VIL, Valentina Marlene

[VALENTINA DE'VIL]

...Valentina Marlene De'Vil*
*And when she whispers your blood shall run cold..*

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...basics*

name... Valentina Marlene De'Vil
nickname...Vale and Tina are the most common, she does prefer Vale just because it reminds her of her home and she is named after her great grandmother and grandmother. Tina is usually by annoying passerby's in the hallways. She dreads the nick name "Tina" and easily gets fired up over the nick name.
age... Vale is 18.
gender... Female
grade... Senior at Baum high school
hometown... Cartagena, Colombia
sexuality... Pansexual, even though her personality scares everyone away..
personification... The Wicked Witch of the West
status... Dormant
face claim... Grace Phipps

...appearance*

hair color... Her hair is a dark brown almost black, Vale's hair is very thick but some what coarse, her hair extends to the mid of her back, she keeps it long and usually styles it in a braid or shifts it off to one side.
eye color... large, robin egg blue, almond shaped eyes that tend to do most of the talking.
build... Vale, being Latina is very curvaceous, but she is very petite and awkward.
height... 5'3"
clothing style... She always dresses her best to school, anywhere she goes, she is professionally dressed. Whether she is wearing six inch heels or a pencil skirt, the way she dresses would be described as "snoody", prim and proper not a hair out of place. She does NOT wear jeans to school, ever, ever, jeans are for casual outings and at home. She would never be caught dead in sweats, basket ball shorts or anything considered "frumpy" or "comfortable" in public.
distinctive traits... She has freckles, that really only make themselves known if you get close enough, (Which is harder said than done) she has a beauty mark right above her lip which would be considered a "Monroe" and a nasty scar from an accident she had as a kid. (on her stomach, which is always covered)

...personal*

personality...
May I say vain? The girl would stare at herself in a mirror all day if she could. Bossy, she tends to take charge but not in a good way, she tends to complain about everything and anything when she gets the chance. She is a prude, and a supremacist at best. She looks down upon the poor, greedy and self motivated Vale has a hard time empathizing with people. But even the wicked witch has a few weaknesses, she has a very low self esteem and that is the fuel for her bullying, she suffered abandonment at an early age, causes her pent up anger and she handles it the best way she knows. A bully. She has this larger than life personality but her constant "Humble" boasting and bragging causes many to hate her easily. She doesn't do it on purpose, well most of the time, its not purposeful. Mommy dearest married into money, providing Vale the princess treatment. She identifies herself as popular, lovable and quite friendly. Clearly this girl is delusional, well at least according to everyone else, her step sisters too. Conniving, is a good word, determined, hard worker, she wants everyone to like her. Around those she doesn't know she will seem very blunt and self absorbed, but once you really get to know the real Valentina, you will know that she is quite the opposite, just trying to get by, and find some sort of happiness. She has very few friends and those lucky to be called friend know that at heart she means well. With her father walking out at an early age she learned not to depend on anybody, most of her "friends" are superficial and that is the way she likes it. She doesn't like to talk about her past or her father to anyone, she is a very private person. The near death incident caused her to have a huge phobia of water..she can't even take baths anymore without having an anxiety attack. Her hopes and dreams have changed since being a little girl, she wanted to once travel the world and well help people, now she wishes to become a high end fashion designer in New York. She's not much of a charmer but that comes with time. She is very awkward, she is a horrible flirt, "If you were a potato you would be a good potato" that's about as flirty as this one gets. She has a hard time expressing her true feelings, and boys! that is a whole other story in itself.

past...
Valentina was born in Cartagena, Colombia to Sebastian and Natalia Cortes on November 13th, she lived in Colombia until she was ten, that was when her father left them, an only child she only had her mother to turn too. She blamed her mother for her father leaving and tended to stray away from the protection and love Natalia had to offer. They moved from Colombia to hope to extinguish the lingering cloud that loomed over both of their heads, they headed off to San Francisco where her mother got a job as a waitress at a little diner downtown. Not being able to live off of minimum wage, Natalia got two more jobs as a maid in rich homes. They were both limited because of the language barrier, one of her mother's employers was kind enough to teach Natalia English, this man was widowed and kids around Vale's age, it was an odd love story but that was how they met Walter De'Vil, shortly after being eloped they moved to New York, where Walter had managed to expand his empire provided a handsome life for the girls and his new love. They lived in California for three years before the big move to New York, by the time they got to the big apple Vale had just had her 14th birthday, with still English in progress Valentina was home schooled until the middle of her Sophomore year, when her English became proficient enough for her to feel confident about attending Baum high school. Walter De'Vil is the owner of one of the largest trading companies in the US. Being the youngest Vale was picked on by her older sisters, Izobel is a year older than her and Coty is two years older than her. It was a hard adjustment coming to a a new country where the language sounded different and the people weren't as friendly, or at least seemed less friendly. She had a hard time making friends, the only kids she really hung out with at the home school she attended (with 12 other kids) was a girl named Marisol, who was from Spain and suffered the same social problem as Vale the two girls became the best of friends, though before either girl started high school Marisol had moved away, her family had moved back to Spain..leaving poor Valentina in the awkward spot again of making new friends. She tended to keep to herself and while the other kids played at recess she stayed inside and read a book in the corner on the bean bags, her teacher expressed her concern about Valentina's antisocial nature, which caused the change of schooling during her sophomore year, when it only got worse. Vale rebelled against her parents for forcing her into public school, she started messing with the dark arts, it was a phase though that she soon left behind due to bullying. Her Junior year was not nearly as bad as she began to open up to a girl named Tabatha who was different as well, not excepted by the popular kids, Tabby and Vale became school bullies, and landed themselves in the principals office on several occasions. Though they became the victims again when Tabatha told Valentina that she liked her, Vale stopped being friends with Tabatha because of the teasing. As soon as she dropped Tabatha she gained her superficial friends. Finally she fit in.
present
Now a senior at Baum high school, Valentina dresses more like a priss, heels, skirts and blouses. She even carries her miniature dog in her purse! As for her relationship with Tabatha well..the two haven't talked since the beginning of their Junior year. Valentina doesn't know that her friends only like her for her "money" she is unable to be herself around her friends, and forget telling them that she is Pansexual, they would kick her out quicker than they could blink. She wants to get her old friend back but she is afraid of not having anyone and that scares her more and therefore she doesn't have the courage to drop her superficial friends and make new ones. Heavy accent gone, (well masked) by her perfected English, she hides any flaw about her from her friends so they will like her. She has become quite wicked in the process, and has harassed and made plenty of kids lives at school hell. She is extremely unhappy, though she puts on a smile at school to hide behind. She hides behind her cruelty, and harsh words and superficial personality. The only true friend she has anymore is Jynx. She has been with one too many guys, and they've all screwed her over in the end, for now she is single, not really looking for love but open for it. She longs to have some sort of normal in her life, a constant. Her relationship with her mother is still strained, and her sisters, she still hates them though she adores her father, (Walter) and his "little" angel. She is an aspiring fashion designer and makes some of her own clothes when she has bought up all the newest fashions, and or is bored of looking like everyone else.

family...
Sebastian Cortes & Natalia Fuendeliza Guedera are her parents, her father left when she was five she doesn't have much memory of him. Her step father, and new york native, Walter Davis De Villa (De'Vil is a nick name for the family.) She has two step sisters, Izobel De'Vil & Coty De'Vil (Both are older and just as wicked if not more) Vale has a green and yellow parakeet named Jynx. She and her step dad have a fantastic relationship, she gets along with him better than her own mother. He spoils her and she is an angel in his eyes, her sisters tend to get jealous of the time she spends with their father. They are quite evil towards Vale, if their not stealing her clothes and jewelry there letting live animals loose in her bedroom or refilling her shampoo with hair dye, she hates her step sisters but doesn't wish ill will upon them...for now.
likes...
manipulating people, power, designer clothing, heels galore, playing her violin, Tea (hot & cold), having maids.
dislikes...
Swimming, chipping a nail, country music, sweat pants, Coffee, peanut butter, disloyalty.
other notes Oddly enough she has a very strange phobia of water..(lakes, swimming pools, and most definitely oceans.)

...literature*

book title... The wizard of Oz
backstory...
The wicked witch of the west is one of the most significant antagonist in the Books of Oz. The Wicked Witch of the West is the malevolent ruler of the Winkie country in Oz. Her castle is rather beautiful than wicked looking, she is deathly aquaphobic, The wicked witch of the west is not related to the wicked witch of the east in the original books, they just joint forces to try and take over Oz. She cares nothing for the death of the wicked witch of the east, all she cares about is the silver slippers, (Ruby in the movie) which enhances her powers greatly. She controls many creatures, from wolves, to killer bees to crows and then her notorious winkie army, she only used the flying monkey's on three occasions, and only was able to control them with a magic hat. When Dorthy and her friends come along, the wicked witch tries to kill her but she cannot due to the magic protecting her by Glinda's kiss. Instead she enslaves her and when she stole Dorthy's silver slippers she was then melted by the bucket of water thrown on her by Dorthy herself.

...roleplayer*

name... Tahlia
age... 17
gender... Female
rp experience... 6+ years
how you found ouac... AD on Caution 2.0
rp sample... "Any last words." the woman's voice was void of any emotion. Men like him disgusted her she was proud of his wife for standing up against him, scum like him deserved to die! She squeezed the trigger watching the man's body fall limp. A small smirk appeared across her angelic feature's another day's work well done..give yourself a pat on the back Katy. She rolled her eyes removing the silencer from the gun and shoving it into her hand bag she dusted her dark blue dress off and unpacked her clean up supplies. The FBI wanted a criminal they had one, they had let her take the fall for something that she would clearly never do..her ex husband was a conniving son of a wench and he was going to pay for his crimes. He was abusive just like the man she had just taken care of, poor dear was too fragile to do it herself, though eventually she would have snapped and murdered the man and possibly anyone else close to her..better a professional than an innocent soul. She had taken and saved a life today..that equaled to a neutral weight. That how it was meant to be, she was doing society good by getting rid of the dead beat dad's and abusers.

She took the homemade bleach and dumped it on the carpet along with the floor she would let it soak and bring any left over residue to the surface so that she could clean it leaving no trace as always. If she wished to be caught she would have turned herself in by now..some would call her a psychopathic killer, others would call her a saint. She was neither just a woman trying to get by and provide for her niece. Little Patriz was clueless and that would remain the status of her knowledge of her aunts whereabouts. Catraoine did not want her to have anything to do with her work..if anyone caught on she would be the first thing they'd take from her. She was completely tired of people taking everything she cared about away, her father turned her mother into an abusive drunk when he left with some street walker. It broke her heart to see her mother in such condition..then her Ma had the nerve to lie to her about her Sister/Niece. Patriz's real mother was kept a secret to protect the Molinelli reputation. That was all her mother seemed to care about anymore was how they looked to others.

"I will call you when the clean up crew has finished there job. You have no reason to hide anymore. It will look as if it was a bad business deal. No need to thank me Mrs. Larson." she hung up the phone she would toss the phone in the nearest ravine. When she got into her car she changed into a running suit and good running shoes. She would burn the dress and she had worn the Mrs. heels. She pulled a ball cap on to her head she would have to redye her hair tonight..so much to do and so little time. You've done it again Katy, on your way too the top.. and maybe find some closure. The woman took off toward the ravine she had in mind it was out in a rural area somewhere cops wouldn't look. She smashed the phone with a large rock, it was a burn phone anyway, but she wanted NO evidence.. then she with a gloved hand threw it into the gorge watching it tumble she quickly got back into her car and sped off leaving small tire tracks. If you were a smart crook you made false trails that led the Feds on a wild goose chase until you grew tired..and just fell off the face of the world for a while. The car was a rental and was not registered in her name it was in one of her alias. She made sure to keep her face away from any camera's and to practice her fake signature to make her new "self" as true as possible. The woman was not done yet..she had a few other things to take care of like tracking down her ex husband. As much as she wanted to put a bullet in his head she had to wait for the right moment.

Catraoine knew he would be removed from his position as soon as an investigation was done to make sure everything they had was accurate. Of course they turned up with nothing, they could pin fraud on him and domestic abuse on his fiance whom he was attached to by the him only months after they divorced. He made her stomach flop. "What a sad pathetic excuse for a man." she said in a very monotone way. She had no empathy for her former abuser. He deserved what he was getting of course the lowlife was let off easy..he was on house arrest. Katy was smart she knew where he lived and sometimes even disguised herself as one of his help to find out his daily routine. Anyone looking in from the outside would say that she was obsessed with her ex, and that was true. But the obsession was to dispose of the man rather than ravish his mouth..or something stupid like that. Love was stupid and a waste of time. Her heart belonged to her gun and the little girl that filled her cold soul with joy. "accidenti.." damn.. the woman cursed in Italian she needed to go pick up Patriz from the sitter. She turned on the CD player to listen to her favorite Italian Opera singer, Andrea Bocelli, one of her favorites of his songs was canto della terra, the meaning behind the song was just beautiful.

The man's wife was a lucky lady..only if more men like him existed in the world perhaps it would be a half decent place. She hummed the whole hour and a half drive. She pulled into the parking space the nanny that watched Patriz was also her school teacher whom got paid handsomely to educate and nurture little Patriz when Catraoine could not. Which was not often, she was protective of her niece who was basically now her daughter. She would file for sole custody next month once she got her finance's figured, it wasn't like Gia wanted the girl, she had her own problems without having to raise a child. "A spoiled brat" is what Gia called her own child who was nothing even close to spoiled. Gia was selfish and needed to grow up, she was a mother and didn't ever act like one. No. she was trying to make up for lost high school time getting wasted and doing stupid things with her stupid uneducated friends. She was as much as a waste of space as Wilson. She rolled her eyes her sister would learn the hard way and when no one was there to catch her when she slammed into the pavement she will realize how good she had it..

"Mamma? possiamo prendere un gelato?" Mommy? can we get ice cream? the little girl asked when they were reunited she was hanging onto her aunt whom she called mommy, because her real mommy was not around. She rested her head on her shoulder trying to blink away the sleepyness from her eyes.

"Sì, Patriz, sulla strada di casa. Yes, Patriz, on the way home the woman answered as she carried Patriz out to the car she opened the back door to her actual car which she had picked up after returning the rental, and set the young child in the back seat she smiled at her kissing her forehead. "Dormi, mio figlio" Sleep, my child. she whispered sweetly shutting the girls door and going to pay the nanny before taking them home. She stopped through the drive through of their favorite ice cream shop and order Patty's favorite and a small cone for herself she set patty's small tub on the car seat and headed straight for home so it would not melt. She looked in the review mirror occasionally to make sure Patty was still breathing she smiled, how could someone give up such a darling child? That was beyond her.

The woman was humming as the song changed she turned it down some so she did not disturb Patriz. She slammed on her breaks when a car came flying into her driveway. "What the hell?" she cursed she clenched her teeth..feds. She hated the FBI and any federal agency..after they had turned their backs on her and turned a blind eye to her situation they could all burn in hell for all she cared. She climbed out of the car and walked up, she had changed again in a dressy suit and black heels, they clacked against the pavement her dark blue peacoat framed her figure she narrowed her eyes at the men on her property. She cleared her throat. "Can I help you with something boys?" she sounded snippy she really did not want these people at her home. She did not want Patriz exposed to any kind of violence at ALL. "Get of my property!" she snarled she knew that her next door neighbor had been MIA but that didn't mean they had to snoop around her place she had nothing to hide.

"Mamma? Chi sono queste persone? Mommy? Who are these people? The girl called from the car she was hanging her head out of the car starring after her aunt. She watched the interaction between the people..she knew that her mother was only trying to protect her but she was a big girl and didn't need protecting. "Mamma .. hai detto che sarebbe prendere un gelato!" Mama..you said we would get ice cream. she squealed.

Kat grinded her teeth together how dare they! She narrowed her eyes at the woman she would not be answering any questions. "Patriz restare in macchina e sedersi, per favore." Patriz stay in the car and sit down, please. the woman sighed she was not making this any easier for her. She gave the girl a stern look for her to keep her head in the car. She still did not respond to the agent. "I am not telling you anything until you come back with a warrant. Otherwise stay the hell off my property. She does not need to be exposed to this." Catraoine kept her voice down she did not want the child to hear what they were yelling about. After everything Patriz would never turn against her..but she could never be to careful. She would never harm a child, ever.

Her Italian accent was thick when she spoke but she knew how to control it and she would not let it seep out in front of these people. The two men she recognized, but the woman..she was new. Pulling out her phone she dialed the nanny's number she stepped off to the side hissing in Spanish at the woman. "Rápidamente Elena, necesito que vengas recoger Patriz!" Quickly Elena, I need you to pick up Patriz! "inmediatamente por favor." Immediately please. she hung up the phone and moved toward her car she kissed the top of Patty's head giving her a small smile before crouching down. "Patriz I want you to go with Elena, I will see you later okay coccinella" Kat smiled softly at her brushing a stray hair behind her ear. When the sitter pulled in she put her hand up to them letting them know she was not running merely handing off her niece so she did not get caught up in this mess. "arrivederci" she cooed softly watching the two drive off, when she was sure that they were gone she turned back to look at the woman.

"You must be new." she pulled out her own gun firing three rounds one landed in the older man's shoulder and the other two distractions. Car. Driving off. How had they found her home? That was what she did not understand. Looked like it was time to move again. If she ever got back to Patriz. She slammed on the gas she was not ready to get caught. Not yet. She would not take blame for those three murders that put her in this position. She had been set up. Something had snapped after that. From then on it was kill or be killed.

Frankly she still had too much to live for to die trying..

"E 'stato stupido da parte mia, non credo che sto tornando al lato buono in tempi brevi .. That was stupid of me, I don't think I am going back to the good side any time soon.. They would not listen to her even if she tried to explain herself or her actions. How the FBI had burned her and not even cared about her life after she had three murders thrown on her she was a good agent and Wilson knew it he was trying to get rid of her..but she still couldn't figure out why that about her ex puzzled her when he didn't want anyone to know he would do everything in his power to make sure no one knew about it until he wanted them to. Kat slammed her hands against the steering wheel in protest, she thought she had been in the clear she had tried not to be involved in anything for a while to keep suspicion off herself. Now Patriz was going to be taken away from her and she was going to be left with nothing. "If your going to go down, go down trying." that was what her uncle would have said. She kept driving until she pulled into another one of her homes that was about three hours away from where she kept Patriz. She pulled into the house and ran into the house shutting the garage door. Hair dye, would take to long, Wig she had wigs she would throw on a blonde wig and get some casual clothes and become someone else she had plenty of passports she would get out of the country and then come back for Patriz when it was safe. She would be fine with Elena until the heat died down. She came around the corner a little to fast knocking a five hundred dollar vase over she cursed under her breath going to pick it up but cutting her hand on the porcelain glass she clenched her hand trying to stop it from bleeding while she rushed to the kitchen.

With her right hand she turned the water on and stuck it under the cold water she had cut her hand deep. She would have to wrap it and go she didn't have time to stop into the hospital to get her hand stitched up. And there was blood on the carpet she needed to get out of here and fast. She wrapped a towel around her hand and rushed upstairs to the bathroom she threw the bloody towel in the tub behind the curtain for now knowing they had followed her. The FBI was out for blood now. She wasn't really aiming for anything..she was just trying to make a distraction..to get away. She grabbed the hydrogen peroxide and poured it over her hand, hissing at the pain it hurt more to move it, it was a long gash across her hand. "Ow.." she yanked out the first aid kit and sat on the toilet seat and wrapped some sterile gauze over it before tapping it to her hand she ran to the bed room grabbing a needle from her sowing kit. She would stitch her hand up when she got to her next rest stop. She threw a bag together and grabbed four passports and threw them into her bag she would disappear and the FBI would never find her again. She pulled on a blonde wig it was shoulder length and styled into a bun she pulled on a pair of tight jeans and low cut shirt with a hoodie pulled over it and red lipstick lined her full lips, she put eye liner on and mascara and a good amount of foundation. She had become Priscilla McDaine.

She didn't care if they found her house she would be gone before they even caught drift of where she was headed next. Catraoine climbed into her silver mustang the next car she would be taking and pulled out of the garage and she watched the door come down again. She sped off this time she needed to stop by a diner to see an old friend make sure he kept an eye on Patriz and helped Elena if the feds came after her. She walked into the diner all prissy and pompous she let her shades sit on her nose before she gave him a wide smile. "Katya Я сказал вам не приехать в переднюю дверь, и почему ты не позвонил в первую очередь?" Kat I've told you not to come in the front door and why didn't you call first? she frowned. "Вырезать дерьма я в беде, и мне нужна помощь. Cut the crap i'm in trouble and I need assistance. The man nodded his head and motioned for her to follow him to the back.

She gave a nod to the waitress who was staring, the Russian they exchanged between the two was a cover that they practiced if she came in here disguised. She got to the back the pumps she had thrown on were hurting her feet but she knew how to get away in heels if she needed too. "Katya what has happened?" Sasha was the only person she trusted and he would help her she knew it. "Sasha I need to disappear..the feds are on my tail and I fear they will go after Patriz if they cannot find me. I need you to protect her and Elena. I will be gone for a couple of weeks lead them on a dead trail and then return for Patriz" she added. She tapped her nails against the counter top as people came in and out of the kitchen. "Dorogoy, you cannot return here not with the Feds looking for you, I will bring Patriz to you. I will meet you at the airport. Do you have a clean passport?" Darling he bellowed. She she nodded her head yes for herself. "For me yes, Patriz no. Can you get me one?" She could hear the dead silence in the diner. Cops. They must have set a bolo out of some sort. "Иди, отсюда я буду называть вас." Go get out of here I will call you the last thing she wanted was Sasha going down for her. He was to good to her. She slipped out the back where she had parked another car a long while ago she got the keys from under a pile of logs and hopped in she pulled a scarf over her head and drove off for the airport.

Sasha better hope he get Patriz a new passport and bring her to the airport. She had bought two tickets for London back at the house. All that was left was to keep the FBI off her trail. She didn't know if she would make it to the airport alive. Not with a vengeful agent on her trail. She knew that the ones seeking blood messed up and she was counting on that mess up to get away. She had to be extra careful. She did not purchase anything in her name. But the blood and broken vase at her other home with her other car..would hint them that she was making a run for it. If they caught her. She would escape and disappear for good.

Blend in with the crowd. "Sasha change of plans. You take Patriz out of the country, I have a friend in National Guard tell him Katy sent you and he will know what to do." she had her bluetooth in the man was stuttering. She didn't have time for mistakes. "Katya you aren't going to the airport alone? They will kill you." the man's accent was thick she stayed silent for a moment until pulling into parking she tossed the keys at the shofer and her red heels clacked against the pavement she made her way to the elevator's with her bright pink suit case and her matching purse slung over her shoulder if the FBI wanted a gun fight they would get one. She was not going in easy. As long as Sasha kept his end of the bargain and Patriz was safe..she would have nothing to loose. They would not put her in a position to which she had to follow their terms.

Her blonde wig made her head itch..and it smelled of fruity hairspray that she hated oh so much. Buzz buzz what now? She looked at the phone and answered it. "Principessa, Mamma va bene, stare con Sasha che vi porterà a Luca, va bene? Non preoccuparti per me, ci vediamo presto. Anch'io ti amo. Mommy is fine, stay with Sasha he will take you to Luca, alright? Do not worry about me, I will see you soon. I love you too. she reassured Patriz that they would be together soon. "No! Mamma voglio che tu venga con me, per favore mamma! Non andare .. per favore? No! Mommy I want you to come with me, please mommy! Don't go..please? tears streaked her face, it pained her to tell her daughter no. "addio il mio angelo." Farewell my angel she hung up the phone and clenched it tightly in her hand..they would pay. Every last one of them would pay. She would keep her promise, they would be together again soon.

It was as if everything went blurred she tossed the phone into the trash and kept walking. If they were here already they would find her. Keep up Kit-kat! Kat rolled her eyes at her partner. When he put his finger to his lips she knew that was when they would have to bet on luck. She drew her weapon and stood behind him a smile had been laced across her features, today had been a good day they were going to make the biggest drug bust in the century.

Everything had happened so fast. Bam! Bam! her eyes widened what had he done? The money is good..I can't let you close these operations Rob think of your kids! I am thinking of my kids! I want them to have better than me! There are somethings you just don't understand kid. She understood quite well..he was dirty..she only thought that existed within the CIA, everything made sense now. The secret hush hush phone calls, the "Private meetings" how could she have been so naive? And now there were three of there own dead because she had been blind to the obvious.. NO! coward.. They had been so quick to arrest her they hadn't even asked what had happened..it looked bad she knew how it looked. She had been framed..her no good ex-husband was apart of it she knew it. "You have the right to remain silent anything you say will and can be used against you in a court of law, blah blah blah" she tuned out the arresting officer..she remembered the look on the faces she passed..all horrified..and the stupid media in her face about why she had done it! Was she mentally ill? No! she had been framed and now the bureau was covering it up!

She hadn't even heard the voices. "Ms. Molinelli down on the ground! Or we will be forced to shoot!" the voice barked she put her hands up..she was done running. They wanted the truth they would get all she could give. "Agent Doe we found the Unsub, disguised as you said. She isn't armed."

That was strange. Even for Catraoine. She was always armed...the truth would speak for itself.

Catraoine didn't fight the man and she got up as the pulled her up she held the agents gaze not in a threatening way more sad than anything. She had been "caught", she had let them catch her if she really wanted she could have easily gotten away before they hauled her off in cuffs. But Ms. Doe needed to know the truth they all did. The fact that Coleman was here made her skin crawl she had worked with him back when she was an agent and personally she felt betrayed that he would believe that she killed three federal agents after her dedication to her job it was almost bitter sweet that he was the one that arrested her. "How's Lucia Coleman?" she was asking about his wife. Not really sure if they were still together or not. She had not responded to Agent Doe yet..her eyes blocked out the horrified looks and the stares. "A price comes with the job." she had been the FBI's scapegoat when things got messy and she would never forgive them. She thought her time with the FBI would give her a new chance at life to be able to make use of herself and block out her horrible childhood. They had abandoned her just as her parents had..she really couldn't rely on anyone. She turned to a life of crime, with three murders pinned over her head what was the use in trying to clear a name that would never truly be cleared. As long as she bared the name Molinelli everyone, not just in D.C. but all of Virginia perhaps even the east coast knew who Catraoine Molinelli was.

Kat ducked her head and slid into the vehicle sitting in the middle seat silent. All the times that her sleazy ex husband had hit her came to mind. The bastard deserved what was coming and she hoped he suffered for his cruel and unusual punishment.

"Keep your eyes on the prize Katy" Thinning down her dress Catraoine moved through the party, lots of people had shown up in her husbands name he had become such a success the bureau . "Thank you all for coming on the occasion of me," she had her arm around her husbands and just smiled down as they were preparing the toast. Everything was well...nothing could be more important than this, the day that Shaun made it as Director of the FBI. The crowd roared with laughter at his "all about me" joke. She knew better than anyone that Shaun was well not joking as much as they thought. He was conceded and brash and a perfectionist if it wasn't done right the first time it had to be redone.

"Get off! You fix this now! You are the most inconsiderate, ungrateful, unattractive woman I have ever met! I said I wanted White wine to compliment the fish tartar. What is so bloody hard to understand about that!? Are you an idiot!?" when his hand crossed her face she immediately clapped her hand over the red mark and rushed off to the study. She knew better than to cry in front of her husband..it just made things worse..she sank to the floor she was hiding out of embarrassment and fear. No one would dare defend her even when they all witnessed her abuse. She sat by the fire place against the arm chair her red gown sprawled beneath her, mascara running and hair falling from its clips that once held it. "I deserve his wrath.." she whimpered silently.

Kat had suffered from low self image and self esteem and Shaun knew that more than anyone and he knew how to stick her in the heart and wriggle the knife without her telling a word. It was awful. That time of her life had passed and she had felt more free than a butterfly first spreading its wings. That freedom had gone the day Sykes had killed the other two agents before killing himself. No one would listen or believe her..they all turned a blind eye to what actually happened, because Sykes was a good man, and had been with the bureau long before Kat had joined and they would not taint his good name even if it meant putting away an innocent woman. "Leave her out of this..please." she knew agent Doe would know who she was talking about, her little girl did not need to be involved..her brother knew about her change of lifestyle but he wouldn't let himself believe it because of the frame up work the FBI had pulled. Even when she admitted it to his face when he came around poking questions.

"What they say about you isn't true! They screwed you over and now your having to pay the price for it all for what?!" Luca was angry he was beyond angry and Catraoine didn't want to tell him that she had become that monster that everyone saw her as..she couldn't explain it right now but every time she pulled the trigger it gave her a feeling of relief. "Luca..sit..please" she was mousy around him he gave her this bewildered stare he wasn't acting right..she let it slip for now. "Katya they cannot blame you for such things..everyone thinks your some monster! You are not that woman the media and the FBI has made you out to be..they burned you, they betrayed you..and now you are paying the price that is not fair." he growled. She frowned looking at her hands and she shook her head to the side once before feeling the tears fall from her eyes. "perdonami! perché io sono quello che dicono .. io sono un mostro. (forgive me! for I am what they say..I am a monster.) She cried out to him he looked at her in disbelief. His baby sister could not be a heartless killer. LIES.

"Bugie! Katya non lasciarli girare i vostri pensieri! tu sei un mostro, sono i mostri. Eri un agente dannatamente bene e ti disgarded come se fossi niente. Accidenti a loro." (Lies! Katya do not let them twist your thoughts! you are no monster, they are the monsters. You were a damn good agent and they disgarded you like you were nothing. Damn them.)

He did not want to listen and perhaps then it was good..she knew he was in denial, he didn't want to believe that his little sister went around killing people for a living because the FBI defined her that way. She would hate herself too, she was glad people were afraid of her..it gave her less chances to get hurt and be disappointed anymore. She was tired of running, tired of crying and tired of hiding from the FBI. If they wanted her they could have her she was no longer going to fight them. But she would get one thing straight, she was not responsible for the deaths of those three agents she never killed any federal agents, she would still be imprisoned for life..for the murders she did commit and perhaps after she was behind bars they media would leave her family alone. They deserved better. Patriz deserved better though in her eyes there was nothing that Mommy could do for her to stop loving her even though she ought to..

Catraoine let herself slip back to the dark SVU she turned her head to keep her neck from getting stiff she tried not to make any sudden movements that might provoke any of the agents. She would cooperate. Her brown eyes fluttered shut she would try and sleep away her anxiety..her worries and her desire to escape. "Katya you behave now, Mamma will be right back my darling," she remembered the times when her mother still called her angel and darling and gave her everything her heart so desired, that was when her parents were still together loving one another and happy. What had happened? Her life had fallen to shambles right before her eyes..she had heard them fight and heard the screaming and yelling. That night her father had left and never came back..when he did he was drunk and had a new woman on his arm every time. It took nearly three times of them moving to dumpy apartments for him to stop showing up. The children had all believed that he had died somewhere in an alley all alone with a wine bottle in his right hand and a beer in his left. Was life that horrible with her mother that he had to go out and cheat on her? That he had to drink excessively that when he came home his clothes wreaked of booze?

Her father was stubborn like a horse he wouldn't dare admit that he had a problem or that he was wrong. IT was always her mother's doing. She could never get it right for him..then her mother went off drinking and they would scrape her off the side walks and bring her home, Luca had to grow up fast and still managed to get through college and be successful for himself.

When her mother died Catraoine was happy, she was tired of seeing her sister and her brother suffer and come to find out Patriz was her niece not her sister. Her life was full of secrets, secrets that she hated and wanted them to burn..and never show their faces again.

Burn like a campfire on a cold chilled night, melt away the laughing, sniping remarks those secrets imprinted in her head. Sometimes she felt as if she was going crazy, though she would never admit that she had a problem. Alike her father she had to much pride. Too much pride to ask for help, she was strong on her own and could stand alone on her two feet.

The ride ended quicker than it came her eyes sifted open as she felt a tug on her arm. She scooted out on Coleman's side reaching for the ground beneath her trying to feel for where it was safe to step. Once she managed to get her footing right she climbed out of the car and moved when she was told too. She guessed they would strip her of her fake identity to confirm that was actually her. The wig came off and her black locks slipped from under the hairnet that was soon removed as well and she had removed her blue contacts that she had been wearing earlier for they were drying out her eyes.

Left in a room to stare at glass window, she guessed, interrogation. All there was to do was wait, Kat could wait all day it was what she did. She stalked her prey until the right moment and then pounced. She knew what to say and how to answer questions. But she was tired of games and someone needed to be enlightened on the truth someone unbiased someone not present during the actual investigation of the case. Perhaps someone like agent Doe. She seemed to know her right from her left and justice from revenge. What was this really to the FBI? Justice? or bitter sweet revenge.

A feeling stuck with her..that they had been waiting for this..something to put her away because the evidence was all circumstantial against her. She had not killed anyone. Not then at least. She was innocent turned bad. Not evil. No she didn't torture her victims, she merely put them out of their misery..and prayed that god had mercy on their souls.

Perhaps then they too would be forgiven for their crimes.

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This is such a cool character. I especially love that she has a phobia of water cuz the wicked witch and all y'know what i mean so yeah can't wait to start plotting with her! Well done!