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You may think you've excaped. You think you got rid of her.....but that's were her fun starts. She gets into every thing that you own or downloaded. She is a virus with a mind of a sweet little girl to a horror genius. I dare you to keep trying to run. that just makes it funner for her. You may be question why we only say "her" and not a name. But those are all apart of the rules. Rule #1. If you are going to talk about her you can't try to make a name for her, like Emma or Tara. You have to call her by "her" or the most common one and her faviort "the one who takes people offline forever" Rule #2. Don't dig into her history or you will receive the same punishments. This is the Most important one! Rule #3. Don't touch her precious human. If you bully her on or offline, she will find you and make sure you die. And if you just make this human uncomfortable you will meet the same fate. Some people try to find out who the human is but just end up with their firewalls crashing down, computers slowing falling apart every time you try to fix it. most of us began to live with it, and forget. there is that small sum of us that still want to know but most likely will never know.
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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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