Keepers: Of Right and Wrong

Keepers: Of Right and Wrong

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, May 11, 2016
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When teenaged Wyoming native Leslie Gidman comes across a wandering man on her land, she does the right thing and takes him home with her to get some warm food and some clothes. Only hitch in that plan is that this guys has metal limbs, kills any plant he touches, and may or may not be the biblical Cain. Join Leslie, Cain, and her best friend Phil, as they embark on a journey to right the wrongs of long ago. (Note: I will make an actual cover at some point, I just happened to have that stupid concept on hand! XP) (Okay, so, some people have said I should put this on wattpad, and I figured why the hell not, it's halfway a fanfiction anyway. This is based of the SCP's 073 and 076, Cain and Abel respectively. You need to go read their actual pages, they're great! I've made a few small changes to their attributes etc, for logical and technical reasons, BUT I GIVE FULL CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR FOR THE CHARACTER IDEAS!!! Cain and Abel weren't mine! I came up with the rest of the characters and plot, but the initial idea came from the original SCP author. Anywho, plz enjoy~)
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