Together Alone

Together Alone

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Perfect family. Perfect friends. Perfect house. Perfect you. It's all a perfect example of fantasy. You have not yet broken down the barrier with the huge wooden sign that states 'Reality'. Reality isn't all rainbows and unicorns. It's the exact opposite. It includes slavery, anguish, deaths and a lot more brutal things. That barrier is not something you can just open with a push of a button. It could only be opened by two powerful somethings called time and fate. Fortunate people are granted access by this barrier with a royal grand entrance, a red carpet and some orchestral welcoming music in the back. They are armed and ready. Those who aren't so fortunate gets pushed in a shocking strong force breaking open the barrier. They are lost and confused. They were premature, and premature people who does go beyond that barrier could die. I happen to be one of those premature people. Death almost caught my fall until... He came along and caught me in his arms instead. We are together alone, fighting the harsh realities of the world.
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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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