Truth, Lie, and Death

Truth, Lie, and Death

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Lacy Cross wasn't always this fragile and frightful. She had friends, she had a loving family, even some pets. She's 15 and a sophomore at Daylight Manner High School. But things changed when she met him. She never knew his name, it was as if he never had one. So she called him, " Death". Death is the type of guy who's mysterious, dark, very well known but not understood, has a bit of a hot-temper, and seems to, 'change' people. He is also 15, (so he says), and he's also a sophomore at Daylight Manner High School. When Lacy befriends him, things in her life start changing. Her mind set was completely erased into only thinking of horror, dying, and darkness. Her friends slowly started disappearing. Her family began doing things they never imagined they would do. The pets started forming into beasts. One day, Death took Lacy on a life-thrilling joy ride but little did she know she would not be returning. She finds herself chained in a prison-like chamber that only Death has the key 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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