Masked Insanity

Masked Insanity

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She's a girl named Fallen Y/N with a dark past the start of it was when she was taken by the Ashton's when she was just born her family doesn't know she exists nor do they ever care until they learn she's one of a kind she's closed off mainly because of how many people let her down, lied to her and betrayed her over and over again~~~ She's killed let's just say a "lot of people" she's known to be cold and heartless but underneath all that she's broken and the only "people" that understand her are animals she has a bond with them she trusts and talks them they're the only one who haven't let her down yet. ----~ If you would like to you can comment a character you want to put in or something you want to happen~---- READ AT YOUR OWN RISK beginner writer
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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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