Timber: The mutant

Timber: The mutant

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This is about a girl named Timber. She is a mutant. Every time she dies, she gets new powers. She has died twice. Magneto is her Grandfather. She ran away. She was hunted by Striker and was captured. She was tortured for days. She escaped. She lives in the snowy forests of Washington state. She's stealthy girl and acts of as a ghost. The X-men are hunting her, Magneto needs her too be part of his plan. He keeps on striking the mutant school. X-men need to find her before, Magneto finds her. How will Timber act when she is being hunted by them both.....? (Hope you enjoy! I am not that good a summarizing)
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