Prologue
Strong people rarely have an easy past
-Fb/the idealist
“The bitch broke my nose!” The mans hand trying to stop the blood form running down his white shirt, “guess you shouldn’t wear white, red would have been better” a sadistic smirk made its way up to her lips, as her mind though of all the ways she could kill him later, each and everyone more painful then the last.
“If they don’t suffer, what’s the point?”
Pulling the leather hood further down her head, she stuffed her small hands into the pockets, turning on her heals, catching the sight of chaos she made, body got further away form the crowd holding back the man.
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This is is a re-write of Stone cold
