Blue Eyes

Blue Eyes

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Blonde hair and blue eyes. Many girls would kill to look like that in these days, but not Kayden. How could such a small part of her person matter so much? She draws attention wherever she goes, which isn't exactly something she wants. It would be a little better if she were at least ugly, but luck has never been on her side since the day she was born. As a little girl, Kayden's father taught her to hunt and use different weapons, but the one thing she excelled at, was sneaking around. She so grew bored of using her talent for pranks and using the regular weapons her father had. She chose the simplest answer to solving her problems, stealing new weapons from a government compound in town. When she was successful she kept doing it because she kept growing bored of the weapons she would steal. Then weapons weren't good enough, she switched to gathering the most closely guarded information in the compound. She blamed it on her curiosity, but deep down she knew that she was out for revenge. She eventually grows tired and nothing seems to satisfy her thirst for revenge. She does what any normal human being would do, give up. But before she gives up, she wants to go out with a bang, not with just any normal stealing she has done in the past. It was a mistake as you can guess. She escapes, but not without injury. She cut her arm on a contraption in the compound. They now have something to track her with. Weeks pass with nothing, so Kayden shakes off the encounter, trying to ignore it. Unfortunately she was too quick to assume. Someone sends soldiers to go and hunt her down, she doesn't know why, but later she gathers information from one of them. He says they were simply taking back something the lost. Her.
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