Editing Winter (section)

==History==
===Background===
Madeline was conscripted as a child soldier, gaining basic gun proficiency before basic literacy.<ref name="25 e1" />

She became an arms dealer; Winter taught herself financial literacy, gained money and influence, then stagnated in her success. She found she liked tormenting people and turned to the slave trade, eventually crossing paths with the [[Slaughterhouse Nine]].<ref name="25 e1" /> She survived the tests and joined.

She was one of the more recent members of the Nine to die, having long outlasted her lover Crimson on the team.<ref name="25e2" /> Killed by one of her teammates.<ref name="I13e1">A video of Winter, an ex-member of the Nine, engaging in a protracted siege against no less than twenty members of the Protectorate.  She’d been killed by one of her teammates. - [http://parahumans.wordpress.com/2012/09/01/interlude-13/ Excerpt] from [[Interlude 13]]</ref> She had died before [[Hatchet Face]] did.<ref name="25e2" />
===Post-[[Timeskip]]===
[[Bonesaw]] cloned her as part of [[The Slaughterhouse Nine-Thousand]]. Winter proved to be one of the more intensive cloning jobs, necessitating the kidnapping and mutilation of a girl to create the necessary child soldier mentality.<ref name="25 e1" /> Winter was also used as material for [[Snowmann]].<ref name="26.5" />

An instance of Winter participated in the [[Battle at Schenectady]] along with clones of [[Cherish]], [[Screamer]], and [[Crimson]].<ref name="26.2 e3">Winter raised her grenade launcher and fired. Golem managed to vault himself away as he had earlier, a shallow movement that was forceful enough to nearly launch him off the building. He rolled on landing as the grenade disintegrated a corner of the building.<br /><br />These two were warriors. Crimson was a mainstay of King’s era, when he’d ruled the Nine as more of a brute squad, not dissimilar to the Teeth back in Brockton Bay. I had trouble marking why Winter had been recruited, but it likely had more to do with how she was off the battlefield, her predilections for torturing people she’d caught in her torpor.<br /><br />I reached the edge of the battlefield. My bugs streamed forth, a silk cord trailing between and behind them. The silk streamed out from the spinning spool at my belt. Hundreds of feet of material, and it extended out towards Winter.<br /><br />It was only a matter of feet from her when she jumped, startled, leaping to one side. I missed, and my bugs were dying in a matter of seconds. The cord went slack.<br /><br />A moment later, she was looking around, confused.<br /><br />Cherish, I thought. She alerted her, a burst of alarm.<br /><br />It didn’t matter. My swarm approached from the other direction, finding and picking up the dropped cord. Moving them within Winter’s effect range was a matter of relay, handing off to fresh bugs as they died. Slow but steady progress.<br /><br />The moment the silk thread was around Winter’s neck, I dropped down to the edge of the rooftop, and used the mechanical arms on my flight pack to reel in the cord.<br /><br />Darwin’s spider silk. Stronger than kevlar, a narrow cord of it made for a thin, almost unbreakable cord. The noose cut into her neck, and my arms and legs provided leverage to keep me still as the combined efforts of the mechanical arms provided the strength.<br /><br />When she reached the base of the building I stood on, she was lifted off the ground. I shifted my position to improve my leverage and waited, hiding.<br /><br />I could barely tell in the midst of her power, but I sensed her raising her arm. Raising the grenade launcher.<br /><br />Nets of spider silk peeled away from the gray-white portions of my costume as my bugs pulled them free. I drew it out, connected the narrow sheets with knots of more silk.<br /><br />It moved into place just in time to catch the projectile out of the air.<br /><br />Golem managed to find a moment to use his power. A hand of stone struck the grenade launcher from Winter’s hands. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/07/20 Excerpt] from [[Sting 26.2]]</ref>