Forever Lost

Forever Lost

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Sep 10, 2015
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Action and Thriller
I am running through crowds of people. I am trying to escape the horror. The pain. The death. My sister calls out my name. I turn around. I see her making her way towards me. I see her fall. I see the blood running down her leg. I see where the bullet entered her head. I feel my body moving towards her fallen one. I reach her. I pick her up. We are running. We are trying to escape the horror. The pain. The death. We do not make it. Her weight slows me. I look down. She is not moving. I sit her on the floor, against a tree. She is not dead, only playing in the shade. I keep going. I am running alone once more. I feel a sharp pain in my back. I fall to the ground. I hear screams. I do not know who they belong to. Maybe me. Maybe my sister. Maybe everyone. The world fades. Everything is black. The screams stop. Peace, at last.
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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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