The Disappointment [On Hold]

The Disappointment [On Hold]

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After Being discarded into the hallway, a dark void full of souls that can never escape, experiment #105391, nicknamed Dioma by the lost souls, is the only experiment that has managed to keep hold of his physical form and most of his mental health. The only problem is; the lost souls of the creator's previous experiments despise him and want him gone. Gone and gone now! Dioma needs to escape this underground lab. The first obstacle though is one he may never be able to overcome. When exposed to sunlight experiment #105391 literally withers up and seems to die. His already frightening appearance turns into that of a charged black skeleton with eight soot covered, spider like, sharp, metal limbs protruding out of his back. Breaking out might be a little harder than he had originally anticipated.
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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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