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Even After Death
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Ongoing, First published Sep 28, 2015
"The moment he killed my brother. That's why I stand here, on your side since the beginning. " Rae Donovan to Steve Rogers.

'I could recognize him 
By touch alone, by smell
I would know him blind
By the way his breaths came
And his feet struck the Earth
I would know him in death
At the end of the world' -----Rae Donovan 

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'Everyone's waiting up to hear
If I dare speak your name
And everyone wants to know 'bout
How it felt to hear you scream
They can't believe I made you weak.' ----Winter Soldier.

This story is no fairy tale. May not have a happy ending like all the others do. There are monsters in this world, some are forced, some freely do it but there are those who are broken down, forced and then obey. But they keep it a secret. 

But isn't that beauty of it, of having a secret. 
You know you're supposed to keep it.
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"I'm no good at picking up dames, that's for damn sure. But no one ever made me so nervous, and that's gotta mean something, Buck, if nothing else I'm feeling does. Every time I see her, I feel like my stomach is trying to digest itself. Any time she starts talking, I can't pull my attention off what she's saying, even if she's spouting some nonsense that randomly popped in her head, it becomes the most important information in the world. And God forbid she smiles at me, cause that just means I'll stumble on my words and make myself look like a damn fool while trying to breathe properly, and she'll just laugh and keep talking like I didn't just embarrass myself worse than Bobby Crow did in third grade when he tried to flirt with the teacher." "Hate to break it to ya pal, but you aren't just crushing hard on her. You love her."