You don't represent our beginnings, you represent a crazy, blood thirsty species that we train to evolve from. And we hate you because you're weak. You can't protect yourself so you bring down those around you. That is why we hate you, because you will be our downfall.
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If you were anyone who was reading this description, then you would be anyone who was reading a werewolf book. And if you were anyone reading a werewolf book, you probably already know the standard rules to a werewolf world. And if you were anyone who knew the standard rules to a werewolf world, you would know about mates and rejection, the moon goddess and shifting, the white wolf and regret. And if you were anyone who is still reading this book, then you would need to know about Retly. And if you were anyone who didn't know who Retly was, you would need to know that he is your standard, hot headed alpha. And if you were anyone, you'd be really, really annoyed with me always calling you anyone. But, would you rather me call you the creepy stalker who sits and reads a story from Ethereal's point of view? Or would you like to go by the person who will love this story because it is based on the hopelessness that everyone of us feels everyday due to love, loss, and betrayal? I think both will work, but anyone is much shorter and much easier believe in. So anyone you shall be, and anyone you shall know. So, let me continue. If you are anyone (which I'm certain you are) then you would need to know about Vex. And if you are someone who wishes to be anyone, then you would want to know this: Ethereal isn't fake. She's based on me: somebody. Therefore, I am Ethereal and Ethereal is me. All though there are a few large differences. For example, Ethereal's life is fake. It's made up purely based on my imagination. But, Ethereal is still me. And her life is still filled with love, loss, and betrayal.
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.