Sweet Creature

Sweet Creature

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She loved him and he loved her. But she was gone before their story could turn a page. Now standing there alone in the cold, he'll never get a chance to actually love her. In a society where your soulmate is predetermined by a tattoo on your skin, the name easily attainable without all of the hard work of meeting people and questioning your relationships. It was a gift from the government's technology, but to every treat there's a trick. The person who will be the cause of your death, their name is also inked on your body. The trick you ask? You don't know who's who. Lorelai recited and memorized the two names on her body all her life, she wanted to be careful. She was a careful person, she always had some type of plan, living in the city of Brooklyn all alone you had to be careful and aware of everything. She always knew what to do for her well being. All of that went out of the window the second she met Elijah, then Julian. Both of those names branded on her body. Those names she knew by heart now had faces. Faces that were hand crafted by the gods and beautiful souls, they matched those names. Now Lorelai, what are you going to?
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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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