For What It's Worth

For What It's Worth

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"Paranoia strikes deep. Into your life it will creep." They say the nightlife drives you insane. It feeds you false movements and sounds. It plays with your senses. It takes your morals bit by bit, draining you of any remorse you have for your own life. Stripping you of priorities and bestows self harming actions. It forces you to make hard choices. Choices that could lead to life or death. Or love? David, a soldier who only wants a friend, and Joseph, a soldier who keeps to himself, cross paths. Will they be friends or enemies? A peril of life choices are made in front of each other. How will David handle Joseph only having two months left of service? Vietnam was a horrible place, and thats putting it lightly. Everyone should have a platonic friend during times like these. Maybe even more.
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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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