Killborn
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Last published Fri, Jun 30, 2017
--It's a nightmare, only I'm not waking up. My skin feels sticky and warm. As I stare at my red dress in the mirror, my mind screams that it's wrong. White. It's supposed to be white. It's all supposed to be white. Winter Wonderland was the theme we decided on and we spent weeks getting everything just right. It was going to be the party of the year. But I'm alone and everything in this room is wrong. Not white, but a wet red. My heart hammers as if it is trying to tear itself free. The eyes... there is something terribly wrong with the eyes that stare blankly back at me from the mirror.--
All across the world, there are killers. Killers so skilled, so practiced in their art, that even the world's best crime units can't catch them.
Caught using a rare ability and forced to work with a secret branch of the FBI, 22-year-old Terra Winsley's life revolves around putting a stop to these elusive killers. But her ability comes with a price and she knows it's just a matter of time before she's the one who must be hunted down and stopped.
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Well what can you expect from an artist also born of blood? She was too young to remember much of anything that happened to them she was barely 6 months old but at least she was protected. Kept with her big brother. The only thing she has this memory of in the back of her mind is red everywhere and it was beautiful not in the same way her brothers think of it but more like an artist. She does photography for the police too. She teaches art to kids she helps her brother with his killings. Not in the way you think though. She's the only person that really understands him. She never saw him as a monster or something evil. Normal serial killers they're said to not have emotions or feelings but she knows that he loves her and that he's grateful for me. Dad never knew they kept it hidden well enough somehow that he never found out she knew the truth and their sister never knew either. This will just be their little secret and hope they don't ever get caught. Not my characters don't sue
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