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Love will cost you a lot, maybe even everything. It'll make you do things you despise, things that are terribly wrong. Maybe, I loved too much. Maybe, I am loved too much. I don't deserve to be loved. The feeling you get in your stomach when you just know you are in love. I felt the same way when his blood was dripping down my lip. Metallic taste isn't the best thing in the world. Of course that's what I am thinking about at this moment. Jett grabbed the gun from me and replaced it with his soft, gentle hand. He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around me like if I was being pulled into a dark hole. He stared me in the eyes full of relief but also fear. Realizing I didn't save his life and I am going down with him.
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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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