The Red Eyed Demon

The Red Eyed Demon

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"He had a very raspy voice. It sounded like he could have just been getting over a severe cold. But not in the gross, snotty way. But it had a very sexy, and attractive appeal to it. But why it stuck in my head, is why he acted like he knew me.... How could he know me?. I wasn't even sure I knew who I was at this point. But I knew I was freezing. I heard loud smacks against the snow, and with that the mystery guy was gone." He didn't really steal my heart. He more like saved it. Inches away from death, and he stopped it all from happening. Stopping my breath as it happened. I don't think he expected what happened next. He took my heart with him as he left me. Never knowing his name, the one huge thing that stood out to me where his eyes. Red. Bright red, amazing like the blood that moved within my veins.
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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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