In 18 days

In 18 days

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Fiction
Mystery
It mostly never sounds real, but two different souls with opposite personalities could collide and make a change for themselves. One is trying to survive while the other isn't scared to die. To one, the world is pretty messed up and there is no point in being good. While to the other, being good should have no limit. For seed, dying is nothing, living is hell and being good is no fun. What's being fun is seeing the tears on people's faces, the drama caused after a heart break, death and grievance, cigarette and lighters and some weird basic 1000 ways to die. In a world where the living is no longer living and the dead are with lots of regrets, what more could a living dead hope for? But maybe as she lived her last 18 days there did be a lot to hope for. Colliding with Tomorrow isn't a coincidence after all.
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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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