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Virus
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Ongoing, First published Aug 31, 2011
The UK is in turmoil, and the Prime Minister is being evacuated to the USA, but unbeknownst to him and anyone else, he has contracted with the deadly virus, which is untraceable until it fully takes over the body. He is heading straight to the White House.

The White House must go into complete lock-down, not a thing gets in or out, those who have been in contact with the Prime Minister are hunted down- killed or put into quarantine. If they do not succeed in containing the virus, the USA will face the same terrible death as the UK. And it won't stop there, first Mexico and Canada, then Columbia and Venezuela, and then Brazil. The whole of the Americas will be engulfed by death.

There's no known cure, if you catch the virus it's death or something much worse...
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The experiment.

18 parts Complete Mature

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.