Ashes to Ashes

Ashes to Ashes

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∙∘☓∘∙ I know that the gang is just using me. I mean absolutely nothing to any of them. Even though that's the opposite of the truth for me. Because who else have I got? And everyone needs someone to love. Even if they don't want to admit it. Not even to them selves ☩☩☩ The Stones are the most lethal gang in London. If your on their 'to kill' list, you'll be dead within the next hour. The gang's leader is the most ruthless out of the four. But every leader has a weakness. And someone they would die for. ☩☩☩ Be merciless or forgiving. Kill or be killed. It's your choice. But always remember; surviving will never be living. ∙∘☓∘∙ His hands were on either side of my head, his body pressed against mine, heat radiating of him, contrasting with the hard stone wall behind me. My eyes searching his expressionless ones, trying to find something. I didn't even try to think what it was. "You're slowly killing me" I whispered. "I love it."
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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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