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Kurumi -small stories-

Kurumi -small stories-

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Apr 28, 2016
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Fantasy
The day falls and night rise. The darkness falls down on earth and the danger will come and get you! but... There is a girl giggling standing in the shadow. Red is just one eye, the other a clock. The clock in her eye starts to move faster and faster. Like the time or you could say our life time was passing away before our eyes. That means death is closer if you're her victem for the taken. Tiking sounds are everywhere to hear and then... a gunshot. Bang! A person has falling. blood everywhere and the girl stood with a loading gun in front of the victem. Behind her appears a giant clock called zaphkiel.
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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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