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Strength is Weakness

Strength is Weakness

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Sep 10, 2014
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Jane Danielle Dawson was a girl afraid of her own shadow. Terrified of the darkness. Terrified of the light. Terrified of evil. She was terrified of good. Her strength was found in her younger sister, but your strength is your weakness. Marie Dawson died at the age of 7, leaving her older sister to fend for herself in a world of darkness and light. No way out, No way in. Jane spiraled down into a deep depression. Her stength and weakness locked up with chains and a lock. She lost the key to fate and lived in a world that no one could reach. She lived in her saddness, where she was supposed to remain for all of eternity. But... He brought lightness and she cowered in fear. He gave her a chance when no one else had. He pushed and pushed and pushed until fate gave him the key. The broken bad boy with secrets up to his head and the broken good girl living a lie. Strength is Weakness
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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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