【 Skin 】

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Cain's Backstory

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14 years old

"121 people were found dead and 73 people were deadly wounded after an explosion occurred in a shopping centre in North Carolina."

"This ruthless killer is a 14 year old boy."

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16 years old

"They'll catch you one day though."
"You're talking like you want me to get caught."
"I don't, but. . . living in constant danger. . . wouldn't you rather live somewhere, with me? In a house? Instead of always running. . ."

Her eyes were filled with sadness, but also had a small but never ending light of hope in them.
"Don't you?"

"Of course I do," Cain sighed, "I'd love to. But I can't reverse what I did. If I'd known I would meet you a year later, I wouldn't have blown them all up."

She sighed softly, and he wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace.
". . . We'll be fine."

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19 years old

"Your deadly reign is over, now. Killed by your own ally. Your Right Hand," Cain laughed; a glimpse of madness never left him.
"Your lover."
Cain pulled the knife back, and blood flowed out of the deadly wound.

Her hand reached for Cain's neck, her mouth only making gurgling noises as blood filled up her lungs and throat.

"It was fun while it lasted. But you were weak. All those years spent with you, as fake as could be. But you were too dumb to realise," Cain said, taking a step back.

Her fiery eyes filled with anger, despair, glared at him one last time, before closing her eyes and a last breath left her body.

Cain laughed again, and let go of the bloody knife in his hand.
It fell to the ground, next to her body.

"See you in hell, bitch."

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