THE DARK OUT

THE DARK OUT

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Blood. Fear. Death. The gruesome resurfaced in the birth of Shiv. She cut like a knife. No. She cut like a chainsaw. She was quiet, and naive, and gentle, and poisonous. She kissed like a whore. But talked like a saint. Her crimes were unrevealed. She worked clean. But she was dirty. Where was she from, anyway? (This is a flash fiction twisted in free-flowing poetry. It is an original work. No part of this story may be distributed, reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without the permission of the author. Cover was created from the photo uploaded by Diane Munoz at pinterest.com... I did the Photoshopping myself. All other images used in each chapter belong to their rightful owner.)
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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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