3 Years Down

3 Years Down

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After experiencing a traumatic experience three years prior a young woman Sierra is struggling to accept the new reality she finds herself in. Despite her best trying to acclimate to her old life things never felt the same and she's begun to truly give up to despair as she can't stop being 'broken.' Note - This is a prelude chapter to a novel I've been working on for some time now. I've recently finished the entire outline as far as story beats go including a full scene breakdown, and have additionally finished my first official 'first draft' of it from beginning to end. I worked on a second and then a third draft of the first act to try and really define everything and thusly ended up with this chapter I'm uploading today. Trigger warning, if you can't handle depictions of gore or self harm this story is probably not one you should read.
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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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