City Girl Gone Wrong

City Girl Gone Wrong

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My name's Raven. My name resembles many things on me it's almost convenient. It's a symbol for my raven black hair and raven eyes. But the only thing my name lacks to resemble is my personality. I'm anything but dark, gloomy, somber or depressed. I'm a good person but fate has never took pity on me and to prove this fact, I get attacked by a man dressed in a blue suit when the clock strikes midnight. I have two friends, Natalie Grey and Sophie Wendell. Natalie with her golden blonde smooth healthy hair flowing down her shoulders, silky to the touch and thrown into the mix were her charcoal gray eyes that pierced into anyone's soul. She was a fierce friend, very protective. Sophie was more of the outgoing type. Never backs down and isn't uptight. She had her copper red hair that was just a little short of shoulder-length that was also conditioned and shining brighter than any LED light and what accompanied that was her amethyst eyes that sparkled more so than the actual crystal. I began to struggle as my head was almost busted open by the maniac who dared attack me. The doctors aren't sure whether I'd develop any psychological trauma, but I pray that that fate won't come upon me. After all, what have I done to deserve it? The Lunatic won't stop until he ends me and no one can do anything about it. No one knows why he wants to kill me so badly.
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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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