Kraven the hunter | Asset 12

Kraven the hunter | Asset 12

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Zoe's first memory was a gunshot. She was seven years old when they came for her village. Her earliest memory was of her mother's hand , warm, safe, pulling her toward the woods as the flames swallowed their home. Her father's voice, shouting orders in the distance, was the last sound she ever heard from him. The fire consumed everything. Her past. Her family. Her name. When the soldiers found her, there was nothing left but a terrified child covered in soot and ash. Orpheus had no use for the girl who had once been Zoe. she became Asset 12, learning to kill with precision and vanish like smoke, a child of no family, no past. She was a tool, and tools didn't need names. In 2024, she was one of the most lethal operatives alive. __________________________________________________________________________________ I do not own the characters but the story and Zoe is mine so yeah enjoy!
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That's right, these are just.. my memories. They're flashing before my eyes, but why? Am I dying? No, I can't die yet, there's so much I have to do. And really... I really don't want to relive through these memories. My past... This worthless past. This worthless... "And that fleeting hope where I started to believe that I could fix my life grew so big, I couldn't control it. At that moment, I knew I had to make it back to finish my self-imposed duties." "But in the end, they were nothing but words. I couldn't manage a single thing on my own. At the end of the day, right before my eyes, I'm reminded that I shouldn't have been the one to survive-Not at all." All of my attempts, everything I've been through, and all I had to suffer for, it was all just a pathetic, comical, uninteresting story. [Also on Quotev under GabrielXander]

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