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"Heartless bitch!" The man spat, his blood leaving trails along the ground as he attempted to crawl away. "I don't know how to say this nicely, so I won't." I started, stepping on his fingers which only had him yelling in more pain. "You're son is a cunt. You're daughter's a slut and your wife is damn whore! If you think you can kill me, you're wrong. If you think you can steal from me, you're mistaken." I watched as he helplessly reached for his gun, only to find it empty when he pulled the trigger while pointing it at me. I pointed my bow and arrow at him, his pathetic begs for mercy like the music to my ears. I released the arrow and it pierced directly between his eyebrows and right through is skull, that way he wouldn't turn. . She's an irrisistible beauty and a ruthless badass. Her hate for society just grows larger and larger, never ending. Though she seems cold and harsh, deep down she's an angel. As graceful as a Swan, and as loyal the men who fought and sacrificed in battle during war. Some call her a merciless badass, others a heavenly dream. Her name is Red, though if others were to ask, the answer would just be a laid back, "That's classified info, buddy." or something along the lines of that. In her mind, the safest place to be is the forest, a place where she grew up. She's a natural at anything yet her favourite hobbies consist of archery and tree climbing.. or so that's what it appears to be. She's witnessed death, too much death, and it's been haunting her ever since the beginning. It may not seem like it, but this 'angel' has secrets, secrets one would gain nothing but pain from. Sadly, truth be told Red has mastered her ability of clouding her feelings. Who is she? Why is everyone making such a big deal about her? She's just a teenage girl with trauma.. right? Wrong. She's not what she looks like, she's not what she sounds like. Some rumours aren't as trustworthy as they may seem. Read to follow the dangerous life of Red Viviera.
It All Started When..
