Life's Challenges.

Life's Challenges.

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I opened the door and then I realized, wow, I did need this closer look. Once she was up closer I could really see the majority of her features. The scar under her right eye was sort of a white, purple, pink color all mixed. Maybe that was because the tissues not healing all the way through or it was the blood still floating up to the surface of her skin. I don’t know. I wasn’t a medical doctor. All I knew is that it kind of made her face a better thing to look at. That one feature that puzzled you and made you so that you could not look away and that feature that at the same moment, made you not want to look or even glance at another morsel of the thing. Her eyes were a green color on the inside and the by the time they got out to the edge of her coloring, they faded into a crimson brown. Actually kind of cool and creature like but so majestic and pretty that...
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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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