Finding my way to Destiny
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Última publicación vie, jul 4, 2014
Labeled. Fat. Goth. Freak. These were words you heard daily. It became your life. Guess what you got for your 14th birthday? A big long box that only had a note written inside that said: “Just bury yourself already! Nobody cares about you! Just let us move on already!” It hurt, in fact everything hurt. You didn’t understand how you’ve made it this long. Staring at yourself through a piece on thin, shiny metal, you could hear his voice echoing through your head. “Please don’t do it. You don’t deserve to die.” His voice rang past each and every thought. He didn’t understand. This was something was beyond your control. Nobody could stop it. Standing up to them was worthless.
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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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