Who Killed Jessica Pauler?

Who Killed Jessica Pauler?

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Dec 19, 2017
It was all too sudden. She was like the candle whose burning wick was cut cold short, her jaded incense wafts the air and leaves a bitter smell. Muddled moans and wails fail to echo the firm strings of her rundown guitar. She was gone too soon, and no one knows how or why her light was blown away. She wanted to make an influence in the world, yet she was gone before anyone could have the pleasure of inhaling her humble and sweet aroma. She was gone before anyone got to hear her drowning voice and ambitions. Before they could cuddle up to and savor her fire, it was smothered by the cold heartless rain. The small fire of her life was the warm and bright closure to my hope, and I am now left sinking into a pool of despair.
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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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