Staying alive

Staying alive

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Right , everyone , single file out the bus and stand outside , don't touch anything, it was Ryder . We stood outside and he continued " This is a test to see if your superpowers will kick in , now not all are gifted , they may have sent you here thinking you have some special power , but you don't . I want to make this fair , so everyone come and choose a parachute . Not all are working , some are ...these will eliminate some of you . You will jump off the plane and use your parachute , if its a fake ,it will bring out your inner power . Jo has been kept in a mental asylum for ten years . She then goes on adventure with a group to find the treasure of immortality . She meets different people with different powers , she plays a game of life and death . There is someone trying to stop her , kill her .
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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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