Sociopath
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Is shaking the devils hand a bad thing? Not in the eyes of supposed mutants Maerceci Rea and Daphne Darhk,they've shaken his hand multiple times,and that's how they ended up here. District eleven,one hundred floors below the pentagon,this was their homemade prison. Padded cells and muzzles was their life,never in their wildest dreams did they dream about seeing beaming rays of sunshine ever again. They were called mutants,monsters even,only because they were a little different. Ice and fire were their personalities,a raging flame and a still block of ice,complete opposites. Will the two young women be able to work together or be a classic fire and ice rivalry?
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