Prologue
there once were three children. Their names long forgotten we just call them Blue, Red, and Yellow. They eventually met and created others like them. Orange, purple, and green, but there were also repeats of colors as well so to conclude orange, purple, green, blue, red, yellow and Blue, Red, and Yellow. Before the children were five years old, Blue, Red, and Yellow were all killed by thousand year old stakes driven through the silks on their lower backs. The children were scattered their talents hidden, but unlike Yellow, Red, and Blue they had “shells” which they could break out of and go back in, they were just like humans, perfect cover.
Chapter 1
There is an old legend that there will be a group of young teens who will unite to destroy a great evil in this world but a time was never spoken, the government can be an evil depending on who you are. these young teens have been alive since long ago. Just over seeing this world the original three have died from us stupid mortal fools. we need to undo our wrong doings. O shut up ,you're the only fool around here!they'll come for me. you'll learn to either destroy the rest or release the original three. o my gosh!I Said shut up if you're locked up in a mental home you can't just say whatever you want. things will happen the three will be freed. there's one thing wrong with your prophecy. and what's that? we already have one. a loud boom could be heard
Chapter 2
“Dang it! Orange, what the heck!” “Sorry.” She said with a non-forgiving smile. “She’s always hated silver.”“C'mon, just shut up!” “I’m done.” Blue said,”Let’s just get the objects and go!” “Hey, we also need gold!” Wow silver,I Think someone's in love!” “No. I Hate gold!” “Oh yeah right! let’s see a silverish gold, that would look kinda weird.” “Shut up Orange!!” “Well here they come so I guess our. . . what do they have in there hands, uho the objects… AND gold!! I Turned around she was
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
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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.