Ch3 Back storys Winter

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Julian Foster aka winter's pov.

Mad dog brought some stakes into the room we ate them in silence. I then fell into a deep sleep as Mad dog put the plates on the table next to our bed, and I dreamt about the way we met. I was out on the town with friends when some creeps cornered us in a a ally way, the others escaped. There were three of them one with a gun, the other with a knife and the last one grabbed me. I screamed but no one heard. My so called friends might have, but they ran like hell. I head butted the one that grabbed me and something clicked. I punched the one with the gun in the throat. The punch broke wis wind pipe I took his gun and shot the others. Cops arrived seconds later with me holding a smoking gun. I was put in a cell next to a guy that was the day I met Mad Dog who was sweating. He asked what I was in for, I told him everything and that I wanted to kill more. He told me his story, they were oddly similar he agreed that he wanted to kill more also. He told me I would pass out and start sweating like he was if we had the same problem. I laughed at him but soon I passed out. When I woke up I saw the man whose name was Hunter, the same as the one as in the cell next to me, we were in the same hospital room. In bed next to each other, he woke up and I saw his brownish green eyes and short brown hair. Then some government agents offered us a deal after explaining our condition, and that if we worked for them we wouldn't be thrown in jail. We agreed to the terms of what they were saying. They said there were side effects to are conditions, like not being able to sleep without drugs or we would pass out from lack of sleep. I panicked until Hunter said he could handle that problem. For some reason this calmed me down I trusted this stranger for some reason. They also said that we would be in a state of near permanent combat and with that we were going to end up a little or a lot crazy depending on how severe it was. Another side effect is that we were skilled in the use of multiple weapons and needed no training. After a while of being acclimated to are condition we were told that we had the most severe cases ever. We were told that we were going on are first op today. We were given code names I was Winter I was known for being cold switching modes in seconds and general crazyness. Hunter became Mad Dog he was known for violent outbursts and pure insanity but I liked him a lot
He was creative and looked good and we were nearly the same.

Authors notes
I would like to thank my editor
Alexis _XD

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