M for Maniac
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The government cares. Well, this area does. The Teenage Revolutionary Academy, or TRA, is a school that recruits teens, and intellectual preteens. It prepares them for dangerous situations in life; for the obvious, but unexpected. Then, it releases them into society, armed with a high tolerance for toxic chemicals, knowledge of how to make and destroy bombs and a different variety of instinctual reactions- the murderous kind. They are released with the reminders that they are to use their skills for the good of the world and that when the academy is ready, so should they.
Cadence Illiana Amelia Anderson, or Maniac as the press says, was in the first, and only so far, batch of students that attended the TRA. She divides her time between 1: attending high school; acting out a normal life. And 2: embedding daggers or bullets with the initial 'M' into the flesh of people she gets hired to kill. Or those that annoy her, same thing to be honest. She lives, hyped up on adrenaline from killing, while waiting for a call from the TRA. A call that will ensure her skills are put to good use.
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