A Dark Day in Hell  (a Hellish Short Story)

A Dark Day in Hell (a Hellish Short Story)

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The fires of hell are low today. The men and women at watch knew something was coming and they were ready. The people in the walls were all milling around. With nothing to fight or kill Limbo really did live up to its name. Because the scouts hadn't reported anything for the last 6 hours, the 40,000 men in the outpost were nervous. We heard a ear shattering roar from the south a few kilometers away. The garrison turned to the southern wall to face it. Everyone; already armed and ready, got into formations. "Please don't let it be Anger, please don't let it be Anger." I heard a boy, no older than 18 say to my left. It would be something MUCH worse.
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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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