Tribute to Katea, number thirty two in the organization. She was sent on a mission with Jean, number nine, and two other Claymore's (one is unnamed and the other is Raquel, numbers unknown) to kill what they believed was a Voracious Eater that turned out to be Riful of the West, the youngest female warrior to ever reach number one in the history of the organization. She also was the first female "Creature of the Abyss".

This is in Katea's POV.

DISCLAIMER: Claymore is owned by Norihiro Yagi

I shrieked in pain as the Yoma called Dauf thrust another of the strange poles he could produce from his body. I trembled, my tears mixing with blood and sweat. I hardly heard words around me anymore. It hurt so much. I screamed. I heard Jean's voice to my right, but couldn't make out the words. And then the girl Yoma's voice became very clear. Our eyesight met.

"That's the way. Once you awaken, all your wounds will heal and your pain will vanish." I tried to block her out, and in an attempt to heal myself, let out another burst of Yoki energy. Jean's voice yelled louder at me, commanding me to stop.

"STOP IT, KATEA! DO YOU WANT TO BECOME A MONSTER!" I heard another cry of pain a moment later, and opened my eyes enough to see that Dauf had stuck yet another pole in her. He was speaking angrily to her. Suddenly an overwhelming power began to flow through my body. My Yoki spread out dangerously around me. The pressure was crushing my chest, I felt my body distort beyond my own recognition.

"That's it. She's passed her limits." The girl said happily, leaning forward from her chair of bones in excitement. No! NO! I would not be a monster! I would not be…

"Katea…" Jean whispered. I tried to pull back. I really did. I didn't want to be a monster. My purpose was to fight Yoma, not to become one myself. I let out a terrible bellow as I felt my muscles ripple and my bones crack. I didn't want to Awaken. Tears began to stream down my disfigured face, from my unnaturally bright silver eyes.

A feeling of pure ecstasy poured through my veins, and suddenly I felt very calm. My muscles rippled powerful, and I tilted my head forward. I felt so… alive. How could Awakening be such a bad thing? A fist lashed out at me, and I hissed and flashed my claws forward, plunging them into Dauf's shoulder. I didn't want to bother with him. I was hungry. I wanted… some guts. It wasn't bad, was it? Maybe just a little. Dripping in blood, sliding easily down my long throat. It would be so good…

"This one's no good. Not strong enough." I whipped my head up in shock. A Claymore's eyes rested on myself and the Yoma I held in my grasp. I recognized her faintly, her memory a faint echo. Number nine, Jean.

"Really? Too bad. Thirty Awakened Ones and still no luck." She pouted and leaned back in her seat. "Oh well. Crush her." I let out a massive shriek as the fool brought down his fists. My skull split, and darkness overwhelmed me.