C L O S E R

C L O S E R

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He lived, he loved, he lost. All within a wholesome cost. Jackson Barrette lived in a small town in Maine, with an abrupt family and a lonely fight. Jackson was always the one guy that everybody could toss around without feeling guilty for it. His family, or if you even call them a family, did a lot of the damage. Every night it was cold hard fights and painful bruising along his body. He was an only child to William and Judy Barrette, two people that hated him and each other with everything they had. The night his parents were killed themselves, was the starting point of when Jackson was absolutely terrifyingly alone. He was left to c•r•e•a•t•e ((THIS IS A GENERAL FICTION STORY, IF YOU KNOW WHO I BASED THE CHARACTERS OFF OF, GOOD JOB, PLEASE DON'T ATTACK ME FOR THE WAY I SET UP THE STORY, TYYY))
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Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

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