Prehistoric Love

Prehistoric Love

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"They're watching us..." Zach whispered, low and steady. I didn't reply. I knew they were watching us, they had been from day one. I took the creatures in very carefully, hoping I could figure out a weak spot, find a way to escape a terrible death. Their black slitted eyes, observing us slowly, turned hungrier and hungrier. We were about to face a terrible fate, we were in danger but fortunately for me I had always greeted danger like an old friend. Fortunately for me I knew exactly what to do. Rosalie Louve lives in a very routined world. Surrounding her are poor families, struggling enough as it is. Her family are also struggling themselves. The people which control the country have no sympathy for the people who are struggling in a hard time. They're left to fend for themselves. Rosalie has the fortunate ability of believing it will all change though. She just never knew how much. She is about to enter a new world that she isn't ready for. She is about to understand the true meaning of friendship, of love, of compassion and anger and hope. She's also about to find out secrets which were never meant to be found.
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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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