Hi there! I'm EletiricNight, this is going to be my first story on . I want to be a good fanfiction author one day, but I also know that I have a lot to improve upon. So what I need you guys and gals (damn southern dialect is rubbing off on me) to do(as much as it'll hurt my ego) is to rate my story from 1 to 10 and tell ME what I need to improve upon, from grammar to keeping the characters, well in character.

?: were you not about to tell something?

EN: Oh yeah, thanks Morgan! This story contains about five of my OC's not including the ones that I kill off-

Morgan: You killed off ******* and ******** where was the point in that.

EN: YOUR MOM! Now for your character profile!

Morgan: Oh joy…

Morgan

Name, first: Morgan

Name, last: Sterling

Weight: (Morgan: no way in hell are you figuring that out.)

Nationality: United Kingdoms (Northern Ireland to be precise)

Hair: red, long, and curly

Eyes: sky blue

Noticeable features: nothing really

Random Fact: she's atheist, and she is not afraid to say so either.

Personality: can come off as being kind of a bitch. But she is actually quite nice( in her own way) once you get to know her.

Back Story: her nanites activated when she was seven and left for dead by a group of thugs. The nanites when straight to where most of the damage was (her head) and healed up most of the wounds. However after a few months of being active in her brain they kind of opened up another 25-30% of it. In other words she could be a super genius if she wanted to. But she prefers to just sit back and give out some sound advice once in awhile.

/THIS IS SPARTA!/

Morgan's POV

Blood, that was the first thing that I had noticed. It was splattered upon the walls in all its crimson glory. It reminded me, oddly enough, of an eye witness account that I had read from the crusades. Anyway it tells of the streets of Jerusalem being littered with death and severed limbs. It also told of how the crusaders looked, their boots splattered with blood and the crimson red liquid dripping off of their armor.

That is how, strangely enough my mother looked, blood dripping off of her clothing as she walked out of the room. Like she hadn't just slaughtered a room full of fellow evos just to prove a point, like she didn't still have my fathers heart in her hands, and most of all like she didn't just do all of that with a eleven year old girl sleeping in the same room.

I was scared, I had no idea that at the time my mother was an insane, homicidal, lunatic. Nor had I known if she would do it again. That was the first time I had seen such an act of violence from my mother, she soon made me realize that it wouldn't be the last.

/done/

EN: I wasn't aware that I could make something that violent(:O

Morgan: what type of abuse do you think she put me through?

EN: Hey!

Morgan: I meant my mother, but I suppose the same could be applied to you.

EN: (eye twitch) anyway rate, comment and subscribe please!