The Phantom & The Mockingjay
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She remembers the day that everything changed. Just 17, and her father had been killed in a hit and run. While at the time she didn't know it, she would become the next test subject for a new serum created with her 'talents' in mind. She would be betrayed and turned into something she never wanted.
He was an assassin, who had grown weary of his work. After a job gone wrong, he was taken and 'enhanced' to become yet again a tool and a thing, called upon and at the disposal of people who killed without thought.
Yet fate will intervene. These two lost souls will meet and become the other's lifeline. But what will happen when their world threatens to fall apart?
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