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Ongoing, First published Jan 02, 2015
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Blood represents=people
Venom=ideologies
 Snakes=authorities/government
By Hodon 

As more blood is shed from humanity's body 
You would think that obviously,enviably, the poison of the venom would eventually come out along with the pure innocent blood,sadely that's not the case,as the snakes continue to control societies and humanities!,the vemon is produced abnormally that the blood shed only amounts to a insignificant portion,as the blood continues restlessly,hoping enough was shed for this time to end the poison of the snakes,unfortunately the blood of the innocent & the pure have the odds stacked against them and is simply not enough,but that's not the end as humanities hopes rise up! as white bloods cells come to the innocents bloods defences,however snakily the snakes are one step ahead monitoring every Artie's,veins and alleyways,something like cctv, over powering and authorising a brutal victory.
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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.