you dont talk much

you dont talk much

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(offensive) its senior year, all seniors are happy that after 9 months they'll be freed froom the terrible hell they were in for 4 years, ethner high. of course like ever high school you have you popularity groups. the jocks, cheerleaders, social media stars, the nice kids, teachers pets, autistic kids, the outcasts which are basicaly the edgy kids. but the main focus is a girl called klance. her whole life shes always been in the shadow of someone and has had someone to lean on. she takes a liking of maybe the worst things to like at a young age and its made her become a black sheep in her family and school life. she finds someone special in the past some day, and their relationship slowley builds up. but one day things start to change and the special person leaves effecting her for the longest time and to this day she remains as is, ever since "they" left. (Theres a twist) -Klance is a brute technically kids born with 2 animal features, very rare beings -Brown hair -cat ears and tail -and usually wears black (Cover made by me and @fizzvanila on Instagram ) @fizzvanila @mangaxart_
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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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