Valdecia had walked back into the Metro City limits. It was close to morning, and the rain pelted down upon her tall, blonde form.
In her left hand she held a uniquely crafted katana, her delicate fingers holding at the scabbard softly, the details moving over her skin.
Her right hand, she was staring at it. It was permenately bandaged, underneith was something Val didnt talk about, she was mutated. Deformed.
Sparks shot off from her hand as three contrasting personalities ran amok through her head.
One, the sultry russian named Valdecia Fornovi, leader of the black skull, and master of the blade...
Two, Summer Martin, the new name of the hardened warrior, the average child with the up and beyond average mother...
Three, the mutation... something unknown...
They all longed for one thing.
Scott Young.
She had searched everywhere and came up empty handed.
This abomination in her palm the last memory of hers... the trace of villanly that sunk within her... helped by her only source of light...
