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NightTerrors

NightTerrors

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WpMetadataReadComplete Fri, Apr 3, 2015<5 mins
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Lemme set the scene. She was a teacher about 24, 25 years old, she worked in a middle school in Harlem. Just moved there from Kansas city. Moved because, she was lookin for that change in scenery everyone feels they need every once in awhile. Since she was in her early teenage years she had this "imaginary friend" named Victor, He was a veteran from world war 2.She didn't know however that Victor was a real person,or was a real person at least. Victor died from a shot ,a Gunshot to the head, he committed suicide screaming before he pulled the trigger "You'll all die there's no surviving in this life nor the after." Although she knew about victors past she only thought it was her imagination ,and she was being extra creative that day he told her. But in her teens while she slept he would take over her body an mind wanting her to truly know of his past life. Possessing her dreams making her see him only, pencil an hand writing in his diary. While she read the story of his life....
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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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