Meet Me In Mexico

Meet Me In Mexico

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We are going to die. Everyone dies of course, but we are going to die soon. In two weeks, to be exact. They said it was a disease. It struck hard and fast. I didn't believe them. no-one did But we had no choice to. From then, our remaining weeks all went the same, Day One; Monday; Stared at the ceiling, Thinking, 'I'm gonna die' over and over again Day Two; Tuesday; Stared at the ceiling, Thinking, 'I'm gonna die' over and over again Day Three; Wednesday; Stared at the ceiling, Thinking, 'I'm gonna die' over and over again Day Four; Thursday; Stared at the ceiling, Thinking, 'I'm gonna die' over and over again Day Five; Friday; Stared at the ceiling, Thinking, 'I'm gonna die' over and over again Day Six; Saturday; Stared at the ceiling, Thinking, 'I'm gonna die' over and over again Day Seven; Sunday; Stared at the ceiling, Thinking, 'I'm gonna die' over and over again Start of Last Week; Monday; Decided we were going to do something in life. Now you'll just have to find out what.
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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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