When they looked at the Moon

When they looked at the Moon

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Fiction
Romance
I'm Cael, said to be a paradox, both hot and cool as they say. But they don't know the true reason why I'm a paradox, I survived a car crash that killed my family 9 years ago, since then I lived alone, how I managed to survive, you ask. I fought, underground. But that was then, I don't know what'll happen now. Now that she made my heart beat. I'm Caia, the average girl, the paradox said to be funny and smart, I wouldn't say smart though. I lived a pretty average life, traumatized several times by witnessing my own mother die in front of me 9 years ago, now I live with my drunkard father. I've always hated him, so I stayed with my bestfriends. But everything went back to place when I met him. The one that made my heart beat.
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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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