***** Content Warning!!** *** Graphic depictions of violence and child abuse! Please practice safe reading when viewing this :)

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Cold.

God, it was so damn cold.

Freezing wet winds pushed through the air, whistling through the foliage of the thick and dense woods, the sound shrill and almost excruciating to the ears. Training exercises were never a favorite amongst the trainees who were pushed until their bodies and minds broke, shattering beneath the strain and abuse. The boot prints stamped into the snow were the only indicator of where her target had gone—

Marcel; the leader of the Vespers, a cruel and sadistic man who reveled in the pain and suffering he inflicted on others, finding joy in the power he could so freely wield over those who were terrified of him.

If only this damn rifle was real…

Sadie gritted her teeth, narrowing her eyes.

Fuck. This. Bastard.

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From sunrise to now — almost dusk — they had been playing this stupid cat-and-mouse game. She was exhausted, her small body slogging through the thick and heavy snow that covered the ground in an icy blanket, the crunching of her boots shockingly loud to her in the otherwise muffled silence around her as the winds died down. The snow stuck to her pants, soaking into the fabric, and she could have sworn her toes had gone numb at this point.