For Now, I am Winter

For Now, I am Winter

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As a child, Sabine always knew something was up with her father. It wasn't until she witnessed her mother's murder--by her father's hand--that she found out just what that "something" was. Now, ten years later, she is hunted as a "Rogue Experiment" by her father's men. She has taken on the name Winter and plans to pay back every ounce of pain her father has ever caused her by taking down what he had been working so hard on for years before she was even born--Ansilax. Ansilax is a chemical injected into humans to make them better, faster, stronger, more intelligent--deadly. Winter's mission is to take down the company her father started and destroy all traces of Ansilax--even if it means destroying herself with 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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