Old-born

Old-born

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December 24, 1564 The girl messed up again because the boy didn't listen, she wanted to disappear into the depths of Hell, but something stopped her... Between the music and the chaos of people all around she saw his face again, she heard him call her name, she wanted to runaway but there was no possible way. Now she's alone and she's afraid bleeding out in the middle of the day. And she screams but they walk on by, and she digs deeper but they don't see her cry. The blood-red tears flowing down her face. She knew she had to do something but she didn't know what to say. Now here she lies on the cold concrete begging you to read the note in her frozen hand. While her stay still unblinking while soul cries out, "Now do you see me? Now do hear what was trying to tell you? Now do you see me?" The many who were at fault acted oblivious but she knew what they were thinking, they didn't want anyone to know what they'd done so they acted as if nothing happened, like she was just another cloud...another stranger walking out the door. "One day, one day", she swore, "I'll be back."
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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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