We All Have Our Scars

After spending most of your life an experiment and a slave, you're on your fourth year of freedom. Except. . . It doesn't feel that way. Life as an assassin is not what you wanted, but it's what you got, and the only thing keeping you from ending it is a promise you made. With your training as an assassin on top of your ability to shift into whatever animal you choose - at the price of the first transformation requiring your body to break and rebuild itself before you can do it seamlessly - you have managed to support yourself day to day by brutally killing the worst kind of people.You're resigned to live in numbness and self-hate for the rest of your life, until you're framed for a crime you didn't commit and The Avengers are after you.Then, when everything seems to be going well, old ghosts turn up and threaten to destroy everything.This is my first piece of work so I'd like to clarify a few things:There are no mentions of skin colour or race or hair type.I don't know if I'd portrayed depression properly, if I haven't then I apologize and will work on it in future works.There will be descriptions of graphic torture.Other than that, Enjoy!