The blue blanket

The blue blanket

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, May 6, 2017
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Her eyes are black as the dark evening sky. Hiding all the emotions she feels deep inside, she hides all her secrets within. She had a rollercoaster life. Too much ups and downs. And now she is giving in. He did not have the good looks nor the life of a celebrity. He was average and girls like her don't go for guys like him. His life was a routine. A never ending cycle with no excitement. Alone and stuck in a lifeless life, he wanted to sleep for eternity. However as he unlocks the door hiding her true self they both get tangled up in a warm blanket. Will they be able to be fight the coldness of the world? Or will the blue blanket won't have enough to keep them both warm?
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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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