Atonement

Atonement

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mar, feb 21, 2017
(THIS IS JUST AN IDEA I HAVE NO CLUE IF I'LL ACTUALLY WRITE THE WHOLE. IT JUST DEPENDS IF PEOPLE LIKE IT. IF I DO DECIDE TO WRITE TO STICK WITH THE STORY I WILL NEED HELP WITH THE NAME AND COVER)(NOT EDITED LOTS OF ERRORS LIKE BETSY DEVOS TWEET)PLEASE ENJOY!!! I have sinned. I've killed many. Over and over again. With no reason in particular. Just for the fact they were different from me. From us. They weren't. They didn't do anything wrong. They are innocent. We are the monster that rampage through the night.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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