The Pit

The Pit

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The pits change. The smells change. The opponents change. But what never changes is the color of our blood. Its always the same shade of red when spilled. Because we are the same. Created by these creatures. Playthings for our benevolent masters. Sharing in a shitty situation. Brothers and sisters in arms. Ripping into each other like our life depends on it. Which in many cases it does. Every entrance into the pit could be your last. Fighters are only given enough to survive not enough to thrive. Always hungry. Just around to be the higher powers' pets and entertainment. Slowly wasting away. Unless...well... it is a dog eat dog world now a days. and Cannibalism is not only allowed, its encouraged and even rewarded. Besides in a world after the end, mercy doesn't help u live another day. And feelings are only good for getting u killed. T is a Shifter trapped in this hellhole just like the others. Waking up with no memories of before the pits, she navigates this cruel existence and learns that there is more to life than her next fight, her next victim.
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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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