Fallen Demon

Fallen Demon

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Sometimes...the truth hurts... The world had died. Barely any living things are still surviving ever since the wrath of the monsters. Monsters which are accidentally genetically modified and can reproduce like cell division. I guess I'm one of the survivors. Always escaping with my surviving 'buddies', I realised a terrifying truth. No more hide n seeks. Both Special Unit Force and monsters are tracking us down. There are mad scientists who wanted to use kids as experiment to find a cure. But beware... one bite from the beasts and you are one of them. Time to forget about the past . Time to seek the truth. Time to resist. The scientists wanted something from me...And the thing about me is- every time I get too worried, too angry, too excited or any emotions that trigger my pulse to race to fast...... I WILL CHANGE.
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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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