Creepypasta: A Family of Misfits(A JTK love story)
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 2h 26m
Ongoing, First published May 28, 2014
Erith Stoll was a seventeen-year-old girl who had a normal life- She went to school, volunteered, hung out with her friends, had a family. 
    But one night, she lost her life in the blink of an eye. Two hooded sillouettes grabbed her while she was walking home from a friend's house. The figures knocked her unconscious and drove her to a laboratory.     

     Scientists had hand-picked her as the only possible candidate for their experiments in creating the perfect human being because of her genetic structure. They put a collar around her neck and shackles on her wrists, bounding her to an examination table. They stuck her with a formula. She woke up in the middle of it all and went ballistic, partly because she didn't know where she was and partly because of the serum. She went on a rampage and killed everyone in sight with a syringe. 

      She broke out of the laboratory covered in blood and took to the alleys, where she killed yet another person, operating on primal instinct. She got captured in her rage. She was thrown in the back of a van and suffered a weird side-effect of the serum: She grew fangs, her nails extended into sharp claws that could cut through almost any material, and her ears grew longer, like an elf's. Her pupils retracted into slits and she gained superhuman strength and catlike speed and agility. Erith attacked her next set of captors and crashed the van into a streetlight. 

       She retreated back into the alleys for the next three days until she was confronted by boy in a white blood-covered hoodie with ghostly skin, long black hair, and a grotesque grin carved into his cheeks. 

       He managed to subdue her and took her to where he lived and has took care of her ever since....
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