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She let out a shaky sigh and looked at the two of them.[color=fff200] "I never knew my parents, was adopted into a loving house at the age of 5 and had a seemingly normal life for a few years. One night when I was 12, I was reading when I heard some one break into my house. I shrieked when I saw a man pillaging my living room, he then ran towards me. He threw something in between the door and got inside, he tackled me and covered my mouth as he took something out of his pocket. I don't remember exactly what happened after that, just that I poured my hatred into his body. My adopted parents ran in the find the man rolling in agony and I ran. I ran as far from home as possible. I found a group of homeless people that took me in. I learned later that the man died form several forms of cancer throughout his entire body. i then lived on the streets for a while, scavenged and stole, all while protecting the group that saved me. That is what I got."[/color] Veronica looked at the fight and focused on not crying.