Broken
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I am Clare. I'm new to this world. I kill those who have done bad. I am known as Clare Ragdoll for my scars make me look like a put together doll. I love to play with knifes and blood. It's more of a passion. What happens when this murderer meets the rest? And she finds out shes not the only one. She has found a boy. Oh just like her in the human world. But will Jeff find him first? Will Jane help fight him off? Will Clare have enough time to make this boy just like her? Will she save him and end his suffering or turn him mad and into a killer? What if there begins to be problems between the bonding killers. Will they fix themselves or will the world fall apart? Who will go mad and who will be sane and who will break the peace. No one knows. But heres what happens when a new murderer is let out and she finds someone else and that someone else makes everyone more crazy then they already are.
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Silver Cove, Oregon I live in a small town, where everyone knows someone who knows everyone else. Not much happens here, that is, until the first body showed up. We'd all seen the news, known the signature smile, but no one ever anticipated he'd finally visit us. Neither did they think he wouldn't be alone. This was supposed to be the best year of my life; I was graduating high school, I had my two best friends, things were good. The typical rebellious teen instincts became the least of our problems when one of the three went missing and the other became a murderer. Meeting Jeff the Killer was the last thing on my to do list but if it meant I got to stick a knife through his skull I wasn't going to complain. My name is Kathryn Snow, Kitty for short. Let's play.

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