Zack x reader
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  • Reads 11,021
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  • Parts 16
  • Time 1h 33m
Complete, First published Sep 03, 2019
Mature
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She's sly, petulant and daring. But there's more than meets the eye, not surprising for somebody with her horrifying past. (Y/n) is usually upbeat and hyperactive. However, she can occasionally be a very sarcastic person, and her will occasionally be uncontrollable due to her PTSD disorder. She is shown to be temperamental when she is able to change from being very emotional to being angry or happy instantaneously, making it impossible to speak to her at times. In spite of this, she can show kindness towards certain people, and she is also shown to be a treacherous troublemaker sometimes.  (Y/n) Anderson was born with  different mental disorders. (Y/n) was 5'4, black Sheeny Skater Skirt, white Hoodie Plain Crop Sweatshirt, black over Knee High Socks, Latch pointed ballet flats - Black, your hair was in bun. She had a glock 17 in a holster that was on her leg.
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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.