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This story has no happy ending, no hero defeating the big bad wolf, no superman saving the day. I won’t sugar coat a thing. Cinderella stories don’t exist, at least not for us. We are those who don’t belong and yet are forced to face everyday alone with only the comfort of knowing the end shall come soon. But before I get ahead of myself let me introduce you to us.
First there is Lash, the sadistic one of us. She is silently deadly. When ever we need her she is there. We call her vault, for if you tell her something, you can be sure no one else will find out. She can also be a good “judge” of character, which, of course, has nothing to do with her reading people aura. No of course not.
Next there is my right hand man, Sin. (No joke, that’s his name) I’ve known him ever since we were young, like two, so I’ve known him for about thirteen years. We know everything about each other, to where we know what the other is thinking. He also has mad numerical skills, which is why he “helps” me with my homework. He’s also wickedly afraid of other people. Well not afraid, he just doesn’t like them. When lash started to hang with us, he damn near killed her. Of course, the fact that he could extract any one's memory had absolutely no part in his fear of people.
Lastly, there is me. My name is Satane. (Not really, my real name is Alexandra, but I hate that name) I guess you could call me the leader, or the body guard. I tend to loose my temper easily and I love to fight. Not only am I a black belt in three different martial arts, but I’m also good in street fighting. I’ll go ghetto on your ass. But anyways, that’s basically my group. A few come and go, but there will always be us. Now on with the story.
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