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❝Why aren't you running from me?❞
❝Maybe I'm just as dangerous as you.❞
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Raelynn Blackheart owned her destiny. She had people wrapped around her little manicured finger, toying with them as she wished. Rae was well aware that she had powers, that she was different from her family, and the first time these powers clicked inside her, almost controling her actions and mind, Rae didn't care to do good, or even talk to someone like Cordelia Goode, a woman who claimed to take under her protective wing lost young girls with exceptional powers. No, all Rae wanted was to be saw, heard and, why not, venerated like some kind of goddess.
Her high school carrier was not great, but wonderful, and all thanks to her powers. Rae knew her future, to shine brighter than others and be respected by people while she treated them like dirt. She was a new brand Madison Montgomery, if you'd like.
But Rae lost control of her life the moment she responded to Michael Langdon's salute. He saw a nice neighbour with power coming off in waves that almost knocked him in his fance. She saw a new potentional toy. Both with different interests, and yet, both teenagers craved the same kind of power over the world.
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DISCLAIMER
I don't own American Horror Story, its plot, lines and everything that has to do with it. I do, however, own Rae and small characters that will appear and whatever they'll do and say. So, please, don't steal my ideas and you know, characters or plot etc, I know how to report someone.
WARNINGS
blood, death, violence, swearing, suicidal thoughts, abuse of death and other triggering topics.
