((This happens after Death Wars, warning there will be sensitive material ahead))
Shadow and Crimson were sitting on their bed. Crimson was telling him about her past. But she was skipping around, as if she had memories she didn't want Shadow knowing about. He picked up on this quickly, "Hun, you're skipping around, your timeline makes no sense"
"Shadow, babe, there are some things that I doubt want you knowing because I'm ashamed of it."
"But why are you scared of telling me?"
"Because I'm afraid you'll leave"
"Have I left yet? No. So tell me"
"I was... I was sold, into a sex slave. And one guy, tortured me in his basement. Another time, this woman captured me, and toyed with me and other girls"
"What are the addresses"
"Why?"
"Tell em the addresses now"
So she gave them to him. Shadow went to their closet and took out his old assassins uniform. He hadn't worn it since they met 9 years ago.
He put it on and stretched getting comfortable in his old clothes. He strapped knives all over him, in hidden spaces. In total there were over 200 knives on him all hidden somewhere. He pulled the hood over his head and left.
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Shadow and Crimson
Teen FictionThis is the story of how Shadow and Crimson met. How they became friends and eventually fell in love. All told in Shadows point of view.