The Veranda

The Veranda

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In this universe, boats are the only way to get around. And because those boat trips take months and months to complete, people would much rather spend the money to have a more joyful experience. Hence the ships. Theres hundreds of them. The Veranda is where this story takes place. The oldest, and biggest ship in their world, with over a thousands rooms, entertainment, food, and just a fair share of blood gore and abuse. Nothing about the lush experience is lush for the residents. Who works and who receives this labour? Seventy years ago a deadly disease plagued the world called the Wolf Disease. It, transmitted by wolfs spit or blood quickly sent the universe into panic and famine. The disease causes the decay of one's mentality until the point of suicide or death. People survived, many people died, and life eventually went on. The people who caught the disease but managed to have children before death or even survived a long life had children who caught the gene. Although unless it was activated through a bite, is completely harmless. They then had children who grew up and now work on the Veranda for the higher ups, the unafflicted people of the disease. On this ship they will encounter love, terror, pain, death, drama, and despair.
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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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