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  • Reads 401
  • Votes 53
  • Parts 15
  • Time 1h 25m
  • Reads 401
  • Votes 53
  • Parts 15
  • Time 1h 25m
Ongoing, First published Jan 26, 2017
We weren't born killers. We weren't meant to be assassins. We were good people. I was a good person. Until I was taken. I had no choice it was either Nash or me and I would never let the Red Brothers take the person I love most in the world. 

So much blood is on my hands. The blood of 107 people. Can I ever wash it off or will I forever be condemned to this life?
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Ok. So I'm a five foot tall midget, with neon green hair, enough tattoos and piercings to frighten any small child. I'm thirty eight going on twenty, and I hold down a semi professional career running an alternative nightclub in town. With enough health problems to sink a battleship I stand out like a sore thumb in any surroundings, so that poses the question... How exactly did I get away with murder?... More than once.