Shot
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"Hold still!" "No,no,no. I cannot do this. What happens? What will happen to me? Please, help me. I don't think I can do this." I said. "Shut up! Everyone has to go through this everyone is fine. Man up and face it. It's nothing just a shot for your well-being." She screamed. "It doesn't seem like it for our well-being. This is going to ruin our life... Then everything went black and I knew I couldn't escape this torture. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Emily turned seventeen and she knew that the shot was coming. An unknown and mandatory shot given to teenager who turned seventeen. The only thing is that the government states that it's for the greater good, but no one knows what it really is. All Emily knows is that her brother ran away because of it. All she can say is wish her good luck.
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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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