Margaret Winston, a lovely young girl of only 6 years. Her mother and father, along with her older brother, Marcus, made up her small family. She had only one friend, as she was confident and stubbornly independent. She often refused to let Marcus push her on the swings because she was determined she could go higher on her own. Despite all this, she was still a kind young girl, and loved helping anyone in need.

Malden middle school was where she received her education, and enjoyed most classes. Excluding math, of course. Her teachers were quite overjoyed to have her in their classes, although she proved to be difficult when she got something wrong and refused to admit it. Perhaps that was just the egocentrism of a child.

You could continue hearing all about her thrilling life as a 6 year old in beautiful Boston, or, you could read what you're really here for; her story. Her woe-filled, dramatic, incredibly traumatic story. A tale of how she defeated many enemies, and was even defeated by some enemies. This, is Margaret Winston's story.

Our tale begins on October 23rd of 2077. Margaret was seated on the loveseat with her brother, reading a book together, although Marcus was struggling to keep the book in his hands, as his sister was currently pulling it away, wanting to read on her own. "Awe, c'mon Mags, we'll never finish if you keep snatching it away!" He groaned, pulling her into his lap in order to bring the book closer.

"I can read too!" She exclaimed in disdain, a small frown adorning her chubby cheeks.

"I know, but it's my turn to read today. Tomorrow is your turn." The teen tried to explain, but his sister wasn't having it.

"Tomorrow we're going with my friend David to the park." She argued, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Oh, right." He said, having forgot all about it.

Luckily, he was saved by the bell, er, his father. John Winston stepped into the living room, throwing his hat to the coat rack, saying, "Now, children, don't all run at once to greet your father from work!"

Margaret quickly leapt from the couch, tossing the book behind her as she ran to hug her father, jumping into his open arms with enthusiasm. "Daddy!" She cried.

Barbara Winston appeared then, from the kitchen, where she had been preparing a meal for the family. "Ah, just in time, dear."

The group seated themselves to the table, and conversed happily, Barbara handing out the food until the phone rang. John excused himself and got up, putting the phone to his ear. An expression of shock suddenly appeared on his face and he dropped the phone, looking to his wife in horror. "Honey, we have to go. Right now." Perhaps it was the look in his eyes, but nothing else needed to be said.

Barbara ushered her children out to the car, stopping for a moment to watching the chaos erupting. People were screaming, running, there was even some in their own cars. Then, she slid into the passenger seat and John pulled out just in time to miss the surge of traffic. They made it to Margaret's school quickly, and the little girl wondered what was going on. Why were they here? Why was mommy crying? Why was Marcus pushing her into the building?

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of her friend, David, and his brother, running into another room. She tried to go the same way, to ask David what was happening, but Marcus just pushed her along. Frustrated, she huffed and a few tears leaked down her face. Amidst all the commotion, her brother asked her what was wrong and she pointed to where David and Michael had gone, muttering, "David just went the wrong way!"

Marcus quickly shoved his sister into his mother's arms and ran the other way, going in search of the two boys, hoping to catch them in time. Barbara was confused, and tried to go after her son, but John ushered her into the vault. The door closed behind them; they were the last ones in.