Doubling the Double (rewriting)

Doubling the Double (rewriting)

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New description: "Oh no. Why does this keep happening. I just want one day to be normal!" Three sets of eyes settle on my own. Three well known eyes that will always haunt me. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead!" I yelled pointing at the two people. "And yet here we are!" One shouted back, as shocked as I am. The eyes I have fallen for in this life spoke out of the blue, "For Gods sake! Someone tell me what the hell is going on!" "I don't think you're supposed to have god and hell in a sentence-" the other mumbled. All that was heard was a glorious skin hitting skin sound. This can't get any worse. Right? RIGHT? Old description: Isaiah and Titus are a couple that have went through thick and thin to be together. The couple have been each others sweetheart from the very beginning, what happens when they move to a new city? A couple is introduced to another couple what more is there to tell. Warnings: - Gore (fighting scenes) - Sexual relationship between men - Strong language (most likely)
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Alone. Naked. Cold. Covered in blood that is just as likely to be mine as someone else's. I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I'm running from. All I get are flashes, snippets of dark shadows, sneering faces. Pain always follows these nightmares, these memories. I was found, taken in, but I have no way of knowing if I only escaped the frying pan just to jump into the fire. I don't understand these people, these wolves. They don't understand me, either. Our words mean nothing to each other, they're no more than sounds. We use gestures, facial expressions, body language like the beasts we seem to be. I can only pray these beasts are not the same ones I'm running from. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Ice" #3 in "Werecat" #18 in "Loss" #19 in "Neko"

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