Uploaded June 2013 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago

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Name: Jane Porter
Age: 25 years old
Birthday: 13.03.1988

Fanfiction:

Jane walked along a dark and empty floor. Two guards were escorting her. Like she was a bad girl. Jane giggled. Maybe she was. But on the other side... She tilted her head. She had saved many human lives as well. Stupid mistake she did... Jane sighed.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO LEAVE YOUR ROOM!", the male voice scream at a little girl, who was sitting on her bed, her arms wrapped around her knees. The brunette child was shaking in tears. A big hand grabbed a small arm and ripped the girl from the bed. "STOP CRYING! YOU ARE USELESS LIKE YOUR MOTHER!", the big hand hitted her face hardly. She fell on the floor, being unconscious for a moment. A red hot mark appeared on the little face. "DO WHAT I TELL YOU!", her bedroom door was slammed shut. Again teardrops flow down her face on her roomfloor.

"Good Morning Miss Porter!", her secretary smiled at Jane and waved. Jane smiled back and hung up her jacket. "Good Morning. Do we have many patients today?", she walked towards her room and claimed her instruments. "Not today. It'll be a calm day.", Jane nodded. So she could... Make new pills and try them out. A satisfied smile appeared on her face. And maybe she was able to visit her "patient".

The day got over and Jane walked along a street to a private flat she owned. She opened the locked door and walked in. "Hello? Anyone home?", Jane looked around and searched for her "patient". She found him on the floor. A sigh slipped out of her mouth. Again someone who didn't tolerate the last pills she made. And it had began so good, though he seemed to be slightly "overdrugged". "So something is still wrong with them...", she murmered to herself.

She walked back to the apartment door and locked it behind her. She randomly lost the keys somewhere on her way home. She would find out in the news when they found the body. So there was nothing to worry. Jane had gone rid of a bunch of her patients this way. Maybe she should change the city again... In a few months...

Jane stopped walking. She stood in front of a cell door. Was this hers? It looked like it. Again a sigh slipped through her mouth. A few days earlier and they wouldn't have found out...