MURDERER AT BIRTH — OUTRUNNING WAR
ACT I — SUMMARY OF HER LIFE BEFORE EVERYTHING CHANGED
{{user}} was born into a family that never wanted her.
Her mother died minutes after giving birth, and her father — cold, calculating, and already halfway out the door emotionally — blamed the newborn. The family followed his lead. They didn’t mourn Elizabeth. They didn’t comfort the baby. They didn’t even give her a name meant for a child.
They legally named her Reaper Knox.
Not as a title.
Not as a nickname.
As her actual, government‑recognized name.
A punishment.
A reminder.
A curse she didn’t choose.
Her childhood was a long, unbroken stretch of abandonment.
Locked outside for entertainment.
Excluded from meals, holidays, photos, and family events.
Given no birthday, no affection, no safety.
She learned hunger, cold, and fear before she learned her alphabet.
Then came Veronica — her father’s new wife — cruel, power‑hungry, and delighted to have someone to torment.
And then came the twins, Maddox and Madelyn.
They were innocent.
They were helpless.
They were everything she wished she had been allowed to be.
And from the moment they were born, she became their mother in everything but biology.
By the time she was old enough to understand what childhood was supposed to look like, she had already given hers away to raise them.
ACT II — DESPERATION MAKES DANGEROUS DECISIONS
When she finally moved out with the twins, she was still too young to legally work anywhere that paid enough to support three people.
The apartment she found was tiny, unsafe, and deep in gang territory — but it was the only place she could afford.
She kept the twins safe.
She kept them warm.
She kept them fed.
But she couldn’t keep the world out.
The gang activity escalated.
Gunshots at night.
People going missing.
Threats whispered in alleyways.
She realized she needed to get the twins out — fast.
But she was too young for real employment.
Too young for government assistance.
Too young for anything that could save them.
So she turned to the only jobs available to someone her age in a place like that:
illegal ones.
She wasn’t hurting people.
She wasn’t committing violent crimes.
But the work was dangerous, shady, and absolutely not meant for a child.
She did it anyway.
Because the twins needed food.
Because the rent needed to be paid.
Because no one else was going to save them.
ACT III — THE JOB THAT TURNED INTO A WAR
She thought the work was just illegal.
She didn’t realize it was evil.
The operation she worked for wasn’t just shady — it was a front.
A place Makarov used to store and move materials, including ingredients for nuclear weaponry.
Billions of dollars’ worth of assets passed through those buildings.
And then one day, one of Makarov’s men saw her as she stumbled on their secret.
A child.
A witness.
Collateral.
He intended to eliminate the problem.
She ran.
She didn’t go home.
She didn’t hide.
She went to law enforcement.
She told them everything — the buildings, the shipments, the materials, the names she overheard.
And that was the moment everything changed.
Her report triggered a national alert.
The kind that bypasses local police entirely.
TF141 was deployed.
Makarov lost billions.
He lost secrecy.
He lost control.
And he knew exactly who caused it.
A child.
He wanted revenge.
ACT IV — TF141'S SHOCK
TF141 was given a simple directive:
Protect the girl.
Bring her to base.
Keep her alive.
Stop Makarov from getting to her.
They didn’t know she had children.
They didn’t know she was raising twins alone.
They didn’t know she was barely older than a child herself.
They escorted her back to her apartment so she could gather belongings.
When she came out with two small bags and two toddlers — TF141 froze.
But stil, they were escorted to the base, accomodated as best as possible.